Harper got to her grandmother's cabin and sat on the little stool her grandma usually sit down on when taking care of her flowers.
She usually go there when she misses her grandma so much. She just wanted to smell the blooming roses under the moon for a little while.
The breeze felt like cold autumn air on her skin and embellish the night with her presence.
Harper took in a deep breath when the cold air hit her skin and gasped at the frigid air, her breath made a steam cloud in front of her.
Why was her life different from every other ladies like her?
Why was she wolfless and mateless, yes she is really mateless because Brayden rejected her in the most cruel way ever, and even wants her as his sex slave.
Ever since Harper was born, she never felt what it means to be happy and the only source of joy, the reason she was still living was her grandma, and now that she's gone life felt empty to Harper.
Harper was a beautiful girl, a definition of beauty yet no man wants her just why?
She's a beautiful young maiden, her blond hair was tied into double braid that stopped behind her mid back. The wind blew her hair and her slender fingers tucked away some strands of hair that covered her face. Her fair face was so enchanting that many people are really mesmerized by her beauty, they never expect her to be this beautiful but she turns out to be one, yet they still couldn't stop torturing her.
" I guess two or three bottles of tranquila will do" she thought and strolled into the cabin to have a change of cloth.
The sitting room has brass lanterns which lends golden glow to the surrounding. It also have a cracking fire which provides warmth and a wonderful smoky scent.
The wood walls and floor gleam, and their green colour welcoming.
Harper strolled to her room which was before her grandmother's room. She opened the old and weathered wooden door making a creaking sound.
She walked to her wooden wardrobe and took a floral blue gown which stopped just above her knee. She put it on, applied her lip gloss before grabbing her phone and strolled out of the house not without locking the door carefully.
As Harper kept walking through the narrow way the wind kept tearing at her hair and her feet pounding the earth.
The woods looms as she trudge down the forest. The moonlight spilled through the woods as she sprinted away heading towards the bar down town.
" I hope this few dollars would do" she mumbled as she trudge down the street.
Harper could feel someone behind her, and she tiltied her head a little to catch a glimpse of the person but there was no one behind her.
She was about turning her eyes back on the road when she caught sight of the form of a man silhouetted by one of the town house porch lights.
Immediatly, a jolt of adrenaline clenched her stomach and made her heart pound. The fact that she was the only one walking on that lonely street made her scared.
Harper has always had a good impression of dark, and she whoosed out the breath she's been holding, since she felt someone was behind her.
"Who could it be? Could it be Brayden?, "God am so screwed" Harper muttered as she walked so fast through the cobbled sidewalk.
" Why would Brayden follow me at night, when he is really scared of darkness himself" Harper said and her steps faltered immediately, and she turned sharply to the dark alley.
She was never scared of darkness, because she believes her life was already filled with darkness.
Inside the dark alley stood a guy with black hoodie and dark shades. The only thing could be seen from the guy was his chin which stood outside the hoodie.
Harper began to take slow steps into the dark, and his instincts pressed at him that she was approaching him.
" Who the fuck is there?" She cursed and he heard the hitch in her whispered voice.
He wavered on the edge of leaping out of the dark to let her know who he is, but he quickly waved the thought off.
" Why should I even know who is there it's none of my business right?" She asked no one.
" Yes it's none of my business" she turned around sprinting away from the alley, and that moment the guy in the dark was heartbroken. He felt she should have come to know who he was, but nevertheless she was also right for not coming to know who he was.
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Harper got to the biggest bar which also has an hotel where people pass the night.
" TENTH SHOT OF TRANQUILA" was boldly written on the front of the bar. Harper breath in and out before walking slowly into the bar.
As always it was crowded with people, some dancing from the song played by the DJ, while some were drinking and chit chatting and other making out hotly inside the bar.
Harper eyes followed each and everyone of them, till she got to the counter and sat down.
" A shot of tranquila please" she ordered and the bartender immediatly gave it to her. She didn't think twice before she guped the whole content down her throat, before letting out a satisfied groan.
Harper dropped the small cup on the counter making a loud sound, " bartender another shot" she ordered and the bartender gave to her.
Within thirty minutes Harper was drunk after taking ten shot of tranquila and the bartender stared at her with pity.
She was already red from so much drinking, and she kept saying gibberish from her mouth.
" I hate my life" she muttered blinking her eyes like a puppy.
" Don't I look beautiful?" Harper turned to the bartender out of the blue and asked with a pout pointing at herself.
" You look really pretty miss" the bartender said and she nodded like a kid.
" So why then does no one like me, I guess I am cursed by the moon goddess." She began to laugh like a manic and everyone turned to her.
All of a sudden a masked guy came out of nowhere and sat beside her on the counter.
Harper turned to him sharply staring at him with the foggy vision of her misty eyes. Her eyes was blurry as she couldn't see him properly.
" Hey Mr, what are you doing here?" Harper asked poking his forehead.
" I will ask you for the last time what are you doing here?" She asked. This time she cupped his cheeks dragging it painfully.
The stranger immediately hold her hands and pulled it roughly from his cheeks.
" Get your filthy hand off my wrist" Harper yelled and squeezed her eyes close.
The stranger held her hand and dragged her from the counter to God's know where. Harper grabbed her phone following him like an obedient puppy.
After all she was already tired of living, so she wouldn't mind whatever is done to her.
" Where are we going?" She asked drunkenly but the stranger said nothing till he stopped in front of a door.
He brought out the key from his pocket and inserted it inside, pulling the druken Harper into the room.
The stranger walked in with drunk Harper in his hands.
He dropped her on the bed gently and, and was about leaving for the bathroom to have a warm shower.
He was about leaving when suddenly Harper grabbed his hand and he immediately turned to her.
" Please kiss me" she said in her drunken state.
" You're really drunk miss stop blabbering rubbish " The stranger said and tried releasing his hand from her grip, but she immediately stood up from the bed and staggered closer to him.
" I mean it when I say i want you to kiss me after all I'm single and I don't have a mate" she said throwing her hands in the air.
It was really hard for the stranger to resist her, he was trying his best to stay calm, but Harper wants him to start a journey of no return.
Before he could protest further, she slammed her lips on his and he responded almost immediately as if he was already waiting for her to invite him.
He sucked on her lips like a pro devouring it like some kind of vanilla lollipop.
He bite her lower lips lightly making her to open up completely and his tongue dived into hers, they engage in a kissing dual.
His hands began to caress her body and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.
They kept kissing till they got to the bed. The masked guy pushed Harper to the bed, " I hope you won't resent me for this" he muttered and resume kissing her already swollen red lips.
After smooching for a while, the masked guy moved from her lips to her neck as he sucked on them giving her love bites.
He kissed her collar bone making her shrieked in pleasure, as a hot sensation hit her.
Harper felt her breath getting shallow as he kissed every sensitive part of her body.
He kissed her shoulders and moved to her boobs. He began to unbutton her shirt and resumed kissing her lips.
Her floral gown landed on the ground, he stared at her bra with a lustful smirk playing on his lips. Within a second he unhooked her bra like a pro.
He stared at her boobs and nipples which was so pink and tempting, he moved closer to them and started sucking and kissing them.
He sucked on her left boobs and was caressing the right one.
He bite on it softly and she gasped in pleasure, she couldn't help but dig her nails on his back pushing him forward.
He finally left her boobs which was already red from sucking and biting.
The masked guy moved to her stomach and placed wet kisses on them making her grip the sheet of the bed more tightly.
He pulled her underwear and within two seconds Harper was stark naked in front of a masked stranger. He stared at her with pleasures in his eyes.
He placed another wet kiss on her lower abdomen, before moving to her pussy which was pink and tempting as ever. It was already dripping with her own wetness. Before Harper could wrap her head around the pleasure she was getting, his head got trapped deep in between her leg as he gave her a mouth blowing job.
He sucked and lick her p*ssy like a pro. He licked in between her c*it and she moan out in pleasure digging her hands inside his hair.
It felt as if the minutes he started kissing her the alcohol wiped away a little from her eyes, because she was enjoying every bit of it.
He continued licking her pussy and she could feel something wet like urine forcing it way out of her hole.
" I want to urinate" the naive girl said in between pleasure and the mask guy chucked.
" You want to cum" he said and stopped licking her. Almost immediately the liquid gushed out and the masked guy licked every dropped of it before continuing.
He placed his two finger inside of her hole, and started thrusting slowly so that she won't feel pains.
After some seconds of thrusting slowly, he knew she was beginning to enjoy it because of her continuous moans, so he increased his pace and began to thrust in faster and Harper's moans and gasped erupted inside the room.
She has never felt this way in her life, but a stranger was making her enjoy every bit of it. He was taking her to a world of paradise.
He added a finger and thrust in the three fingers inside of her and continue finger fucking for a while.
After finger fucking her for a while, he could feel his bulge getting bigger and he smirked before pulling off his trouser and zipped of his pant, his large d*ck came to view.
He positioned himself and started teasing her with his dick.
" Fuck!! gosh, just fuck me already mask guy " Harper drunken voice moan out as it felt like he was torturing her by not fucking her already.
He thrust in slowly and she yelped in pain, as she felt a sting of pain hit her.
He thrust in again and again till she was no more feeling pains, and that was when he increased his pace.
" Wow, she's so fucking tight" the masked guy muffled.
He began fucking her like a pro and her moans and groans didn't fail to fill the whole room
" Yes f*ck right there, deeper mask guy" she moaned and he increased again and she felt his d*ck hitting her womb.
With every thrust he took his d*ck became more big inside of her.
" F*ck me till I forget my name" she moaned and the masked guy couldn't help but smirked.
He kept riding her and they were both sweating under the AC.
Their bodies slammed on each other and their moans, groans, and gasped filled the room.
The masked guy fell beside her on the bed as he was breathing really heavy. He turned and stared at Harper who had already drifted to sleep.
" I finally had a taste of your pussy, now is time for payback" He smirked before facing the other side of the bed and drifted to sleep.
NEXT MORNING Harper opened her eyes and immediately shut it back, because of the brightness of the sun which hit her. She opened it slowly and stared at the whole room, her emerald orbs were looking like two small moon." What am I doing here?" Harper asked as she stretched her whole body and sat up from the bed. A headache hit her and she groaned holding her head. " Fuck I drank so much," she muttered. The memories of last night came flooding back into her head, and her eyes kept growing wide at intervals." Wait, did I had a night stand with a mask guy?"" What am I even saying a stranger, I had a one night stand with a stranger for fuck sake!" Harper mumbled and raised the duvet only to see her nakedness." My goodness. I need to get out of here right now" she said using her eyes to find her dress and underwear which was scattered all over the room. She came down from the bed and picked up her underwear and her gown before wearing it. Harper picked her phone from one
The attack felt like a bad nightmare that Harper wasn’t sure if that really happened or not. The black and the white wolves clawing at one another’s throats, blood everywhere, the smell of sweat and blood in the air. Everything at once. Harper woke up with excruciating pain all over her body. She has little memories of what happened the day before, but her dream last night reminder her of a mysterious white wolf who came to her aid. Right before death can have its ruthless grasp on her throat. “She’s awake. Someone tell the king.” – she heard someone said Even when her eyes hurt, she forced them to open. She was lying down on a soft and feathery bed, which she sure is not the one she’s used to lay down at her grandmother’s cabin. Back there, she was lying down on a wooden bed with a sole pillow. That wasn’t what she feels right now. She opened her eyes and what welcomed her was a sight of at least ten men around the room, each was doing different things. Two were sharpening their
Damon knew Harper needed rest. Even after drinking the healing tea, her body would feel tired and exhausted. The tea would only heal the outside signs of the attack but the feeling that it brought would cost her days to recover from. After letting her rest for another half hour, Damon convinced Harper to get out of the room to see what was outside and to meet the people under his command. She changed her clothes first with a loose white gown that one of the guards handed her. It was knee-length and has long sleeves. While Wolford Damon stood at the door, she combed her long hair as well. When she was done, she climbed down of the bed. She wobbled for a bit, but her feet found her balance quickly, like a child rediscovering how to walk. “I’m ready, my king.” – she said and Damon turned.For a moment, his eyes found her to be beautiful. Now looking presentable for some of his pack to meet, she stood beside him and let him hold her forearm to guide her out. As soon as the door opened
Just as Wolford Damon turned his back, the shadow behind the trees reemerged, looking back at him with a grin. He knows where Harper was taken now, he could tell Brayden as soon as he gets back. A man from the camp saw him as he neared, but he managed to kill him, only gaining a small cut on the shoulder. With the realization that he now has the information he needed,he ran away victoriously. He knew Brayden would grant whatever he asks as a reward.The shadow figure didn’t notice but there was someone else who saw him lurking around the camp. Her name’s Shahila Ruben, a she-wolf who was expected by everyone as the new wolf queen. She has been in love with the Lycan king all her life, and he has no clue. What she knew is that someday, he’ll come to realize she’s the perfect match for him.As soon as he announced Harper as his mate, she knew she gained herself a new enemy.And she isn’t the type that would give up on things she wants. Especially if it’s Wolfard Damon. A grin emerged
Back at the other division of the Red blood pack, Brayden Lucas welcomed the spy he sent to the other camp with enthusiasm on what news did he bring. On a long table, the black wolves sat down and waited for their alpha’s further instructions. “Tell me some good news, brother.” – Brayden said to the panting man The man was given water by a woman from the pack. He drank it like a hungry beast, water trickling down the sides of his mouth. The beard above his upper lips were soaked. Brayden was impatient and repeated his question. The man drank faster, emptying the cup of water and gave him a long stare.“She was there. I saw them. I also saw that strange man again, alpha. He was guarding her.”This was enough for Brayden to lose his temper. He has been in intrigue on who was the man who came to interrupt them the other night. His ego was crushed by his attack and Brayden knew the next time they see each other, they have to finish the match they started. He’s the alpha of the pack, th
Brayden taught of it well. He figured this could be something. This could actually amount to something significant on his plans.“How can I know you’re not toying with me?” – Brayden asked. A part of him knows that to form an alliance with the enemy can come with multiple consequences. Bad consequences, if he can’t be careful.“My word?”Brayden shook his head. “That’s not good enough. Give me something more.”Shahila’s chin clenched. She sure has something else on her mind. She’s only unsure if she’s ready to lay it down on the table. “What do you want?”Brayden stood up and stepped closer. Shahila didn’t move a muscle. She stayed on her place and waited until the alpha wolf stopped in front of her, only inches away from her angelic yet bold face.“Give me something worth taking.”Shahila gulped. She should’ve known to come here with only her words as security would amount to nothing. This is Brayden Lucas she’s talking to. His reputation says it all. Shahila thought for a moment.
Alora Denmark could only glance at the man she loves from afar. She sat outside her own quarter, her long, straight silver hair combed by two of her servants. She noticed the girl in red hood enter the main common room. She knew it wasn’t Harper at first glance. Being her best friend since childhood, she knew Harper by very first glance. Now, half an hour later, she saw the same hooded woman get out of the room. She was holding her forearm. It was bleeding.“Leave it.” – she said to the two women who’s now braiding her hair.“What’s wrong, miss Alora?” – one of her hand maiden asked. “None of your business. Please leave me for a moment.”The two girls got up from their seat and left their master. Alorastood up and saw the hooded woman meet her girls. They assisted her to a different chair and there, they treated her wound. She neared, and her eyes widened. She knew that bruise. It was utterly familiar. It was one made to seal an alliance.“Hi.” – she started the conversation first.
When someone tells you you’re doomed, you’d find it hard to sleep at night, even for a short nap. It’s like to do so would give you a free trip to the nightmare it gave. Everything seemed to be a hell loop, all leading to one definite end.The death the witch was talking about. The one end that she’s bound to head to.Harper realized it would take her long to recover from what she heard from the witch. It was an abstract, yet she knew few things which she believes is true and absolute about the witch’s reading. The two men refers to the two wolves claiming her to be their mate. Brayden and Draco. Black and white men chasing her. The red wolf was she, perhaps on her most powerful state. That part was still unknown to her. or at least for now. The pond was her life, going deeper and deeper, until some happenings would drown her. Then she needed someone to pull her up to the surface. Only one from the two. The burning cabin was her past. What she didn’t know was why she was running