In front of them were the men, the woman and the little baby that they all hated: the ones they denominated as “rebels”. They were on the front of Marion and Alpha Draco.“We meet again…” – said Damon.Harper and the rest of the group stood behind their alpha. The men were carrying their own choice of weapons, their own poison against the enemy. They stood gleaming at the site of fresh dead bodies on the floor. Proudly. The look on Alpha Draco’s face says it all. He wanted the war to be over. He wanted the war to begin as soon as it can. Right in this moment. Right in this spot. “Finally… I’m tired of chasing after your tail, Damon. You and Brayden can come here and let’s finish this once and for all. I’m tired of chasing and of canceling this to another schedule.”Damon licked his chapped lips. He has the same ideas. He didn’t come here to visit his father. He didn’t come here for peace. None of them believes in peace anymore. “I cannot agree more. Later, then. Once and for all.
“I… I don’t understand. What do you mean, officer?”Harper was biting the edges of her nails in anxious anticipation. Surely, there’s nothing good that will come out from the end of this conversation. To mention the word “victim” mid-sentence doesn’t constitute good news. “You have no idea, do you?”Harper shook her head… then realized that the person she’s talking to is on the other end of the line. So, her nodding of head is not counted as a response.“I have no idea of what this is about. Please, just-“Harper couldn’t finish her sentence. She’s not even sure if she wants to. what has been unfolded before her eyes the entire day are facts - quickly given facts that either surprise her or catch her in the moment. And these facts aren’t even good news at all. “I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t think you are clueless about what happened in this house. It’s all over the news this past week.”What is?, she thought. But then, it’s Mrs. Keevah’s house. There’s no one else in the house that cou
“Alpha Draco requests your presence, sir.”The messenger talked in a slow fashion, careful that the Virgo Alpha would hear it properly. Marion just finished settling on an old room inside the common room. It looked like it belonged to a royal she-wolf, based on the expensive paintings on the wall and the hand-sewn dresses inside the closet. “Tell him I’ll be there shortly.”“He said it’s urgent, sir.”Marion nodded. There’s no excuses with the Great Alpha. Besides, he’s not in his territory. He’s at the Red Blood’s, the first time he got out of the roundhouse and housed in a different setting actually. The messenger left the door open. Marion put down the third pillow case he packed with him and followed the former to the main room of the common room. Inside, Alpha Draco was waiting. He’s sipping jasmine tea from a small teacup. A lady in waiting was at his side, holding the kettle by its handle. With a plain breakable plate placed under it.“You called for me, Great Alpha?”He lo
" You're becoming my personal slave!" Brayden yelled. Harper bit back the cry which was trying to escape her lips as Brayden jerked her back and around with a naughty smirk playing on his lips. He held her shoulder firmly making her wince in pain." Let me go." Harper said shooting dagger at Brayden, and his lips curled into a disgusting sneer." You can't run away from me" he whispered into her ear and squeezed her shoulder which he was holding painfully and she let out a painful moan. Harper could feel fear crawling into her heart because she knew Brayden could go to any length to get what he wants. Here he is Brayden Lucas her supposed mate and the future Alpha of Red blood pack. He hated her but she could see the lust in his eyes anytime he look at her. She pulled out of his grip sharply, and moved about a meter away from him, though she could feel her heart running a marathon in her ribcage. Brayden would never care for Harper beyond what pleasure he could seem
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 w
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