Alpha Draco came for one thing only: Laura’s life as payment for the things she has seen in the past. All of the things she shouldn’t have seen. And the word “son” coming from his lips fell like an atomic bomb.“What did you just call me?” – Damon asked, hoping he only misheard it. “Yes, that’s the truth. You’re my son. My first-born.”Damon froze in his place. The two men following him looked at each other in disbelief. None of them has expected what they just heard.“No… that was a lie. You’re not…”Alpha Draco smirked. “I know you already know, Damon. You don’t need to pretend like this is new information for you. I can see it in your eyes.”Damon gulped. Yes, since the time he heard it from Grandma Laura, it hasn’t left the back of his mind. He wanted to believe it was nothing but a well-established lie… but when he saw Alpha Draco in person, that first look, the first resemblance of their eyes and bone structure, a part of him already knew. Yet sometimes, denying the truth wo
Ignorance is bliss, they say. When you don’t have an idea on what bad things have occurred, you have no ground to be upset. You continue with the status quo you know, avoiding the fact, especially when it hurts or when it’s unacceptable.To Harper, hiding in the safest keep she could find, everything that’s happening outside was only a part of an annoying nightmare. Anytime now, she’ll wake up. She’ll open her eyes and realize that all of it was over, like an opening act done right the first time. Harper cradled Hector and thanked the little angel for not making any noise. Outside wasn’t as noisy and chaotic as she expected. What was happening in there? Damon and his two men were clearly outnumbered. She has been hiding for an hour, and when the 61st minute hit, Harper decided to get up and peek at the window, hoping to see something as good news. She saw nothing. Could it be possible that none of them advanced and only stayed on that limited area of Middleland?Harper still knows
Silence sometimes can be louder than words itself. Harper and Damon sat next to each other on a fallen log. The air between them was nothing but awkward. Hector was bouncing the small of his feet on his lap. It was few of the times that the small child was comfortable with his father’s presence. Well, one of the few. Countable fews.“You know it’s going to be different now, right?”“Different is an understatement.” – Harper said, with gritted teeth“I know. What I meant is that it’s not going to be easy with Alpha Draco being on the scene. However, it won’t be of any effect with me and you… and how we run the pack.”Harper scoffed. Who was he kidding? It cannot be possible. Now that his presence’s known, he would manifest it everywhere. He would be interfering with a lot of things everywhere. “You know that’s a lie.”Damon exhaled… then stood up. The place is getting quiet… quieter every second. The fact that there’s only him, Harper and the keeper of the place here isn’t something
It took Brayden a minute to notice what the others did see. Members of the pack arrived and he saw the one he was waiting for. She. There she is: his one and only mate who’s taken away from him.Harper also turned and met his eye. She frowned and whispered something to Asher’s right ear. The latter replied and Brayden read the words through his mouth: “I don’t know what happens now.”What happens now is the extreme takeover. When Brayden got the news that they’re moving to the camo because of the Great Alpha’s orders, he was enthralled. He didn’t say anything to object to such plan. What he said is that he’s supportive of whatever the Great Alpha decides on. Then they were told to pack up immediately. So here they are.“I missed you too, Harper.” – Brayden said as soon as he reached the area. Harper only gave him a meaningless look“Not much of a talker, huh?” – he teased even more after seeing Damon’s annoyed face. “There, there. You two should talk about this matter soon. Only o
With a tissue paper, Harper wiped the edges of the glass where the lip mark of Brayden was left. It was a simple potion really, one that she learned from the books and saw the witches brew in person. Upon wiping the mark on the edge of the glass, she folded the tissue paper and placed it on the side. Now, the brewing part. She only needed a small burner and a clay pot. Upon getting them from the potion room, she locked the door of her room. This has to be brewed for 12 hours so if she needs it tomorrow, she should start brewing it today. She dropped the tissue paper at the bottom of the clay pot and ignited the burner. A half cup of water, half cup of the special incense the witches do themselves. Once it brewed, she poured the purplish liquid. She emptied the vial. Perfect.A little grin crossed her face as she did that. The swirling of colors on the pot, together with the unending dances of smoke. In her mind, she was imagining what would come of it: their stupid combat games to
No one sees farther than what meets the eye. Just in plain view, it was only a dress. Harper kept on checking the small bulge under her voluminous skirt. It was where she placed the vial. It’s still warm from reheating the brew. Feeling the cylindrical vial with her skin, a small smile crossed her lips. She has this small, victorious but fleeting feeling of knowing that somehow, whatever will be the outcome of the combat games, she has gained a little bit of control about it. As if on cue, she saw a server coming out from the kitchen with two glasses of water. Instantly, Harper jumped on the opportunity to come and approach the woman. “What is this? Is this for the men?”The woman’s eyes widened upon being stopped by the wolf queen. “No, my queen. It’s for the alpha and the king.”Perfect, Harper thought. “Let me handle it. I’m heading there anyway.”The woman didn’t agree, but she was quick to grab the tray handle from the former. It’s a good thing that the glasses weren’t crys
The anticipation was killing her. She knows it happening. Harper’s wristwatch tells her it has been 12 minutes since Brayden has drowned the liquid down his throat. She didn’t even blink once, keeping her eyes on him. Every twitch of a muscle, every grimace.Brayden placed his left hand on Asher’s right for support. The latter didn’t notice it as he was giving his last-minute instructions to the combaters. Damon was listening intently. Or so she thought. For the first time in a long time, Damon was thinking on whether he could win this match or not. Unlike the past occurrences, this one’s the finale. All the others won’t matter if he loses this one. “… and when you hear the bell, that’s the signal that the combat is over. Neither of you is allowed to move a muscle by then.” – finished AsherNo more words were left unspoken. The crowd was giddy and excited of what’s about to happen. Harper scanned the crowd for any sign of the other two girls whom she refers to as outsiders. Right t
Damon observed it, too. He has a lot of questions on his head on what could’ve happened. He was just declared as the winner of the combat, the worthy one to be a Redmayne’s mate, the one and only Lycan king who has proven himself in front of his people. Harper stood beside him and pulled out a towel. Speechless, she wiped the beads of sweat from his neck. “I’d like to say congratulations but I already saw this coming. You only gave half of the work.” – Harper said With that, Damon caught her hand. What do they say about fishes and being caught in the mouth? What Harper just said was alarming. Did she have something to do with this match and Brayden’s jelly legs?“What did you say?” – his eyes were looking straight at her, hoping for an honest admission“Yes, I did it.”She was looking straight at his eyes when she said that. She didn’t even blink. Damon’s hand loosened on hers. His eyes flickered with questions. “Why did you do that?” – Damon asked, his voice hushed so that the o