"Ange!" Alinta shouted as she saw her wolf lying on her side in the dirt, whimpering and her muscles twitching from pain. Alinta rushed to Angela's unresponsive body and pulled her head to her lap as she assessed her injuries, but there were none visible. Angela's stiffening body is not a good sign and Alinta became frightened.“Ange, please tell me what is wrong!” Alinta cried, panic gripping her heart. “Why couldn’t I sense you or feel your pain? What did that man do to you? Did you catch his disease when you bit him?” Tears streamed down her face as she cradled her large wolf, who seemed to quiet her whimpers. Yet, her breathing quickened, as if she were struggling to get oxygen. “Angela, please! What can I do to help?” Alinta screamed, dread overwhelming her. She wept while clinging to her wolf, softly stroking her silky coat and kissing her face."You are not leaving me!" Alinta looked to the sky and screamed, "I swear to the fucking Divinities, if I lose my only sanity and sister
Alinta looked back at the road where Leo had just left, observing the settling dust, then said, "I'll admit it was strange how he didn’t want to set foot near the Inn, but we are here now. Let’s make the most of it and be extra cautious.""Yeah," Angela sighed pessimistically.Alinta made her way to the Inn, a large cottage-style building with a medieval feel. The place felt dark, filled with dark wooden furniture and antique trinkets. Stuffed trophies of deer, bears, and wolves hung on the walls, making Alinta shiver in the eerie atmosphere."This place smells of dust and death. I don’t like it," Angela said with a low growl."I know, so let’s just stay alert," Alinta whispered as if fearing someone would hear her thoughts."Hello and welcome!" greeted an elderly woman at the reception desk."Hi, thank you," Alinta responded, startled."My name is Jennifer, the owner and host of the Bare Canyon Inn. How can I help you?""Nice to meet you, Jennifer. I'm Alinta Ull.""Ah, let’s see," th
**November 25, 2024, Present**Alinta and Angela spent the entire day in their cottage, discussing their plans. They agreed to join Jennifer and Xavier, but once they arrived at the caverns, they had to leave them and explore the area."Are you really okay with this plan?" Angela asked, still uneasy about the whole idea."Come on! I’m finally the one not chickening out on something, and now you’re acting like this," Alinta pouted.Angela remained quiet for a moment before exclaiming, "What the fuck?""What’s wrong?" Alinta asked."Go make yourself comfortable and get over here," Angela said anxiously.Alinta lay down on the large soft quilted bed and closed her eyes, instinctively connecting with her wolf. As she approached Angela, she noticed her wolf sitting with her back turned, staring at something on the ground, her fur standing up along her spine."What is it, Ange?" Alinta asked, carefully moving closer to her wolf. Angela turned to Alinta and moved aside, revealing a small blac
The sky was clear, revealing every star, while the crimson moon, as red as blood, dominated the scene with an eerie presence. The purple crater reflected the moon's light, casting a deep darkened red hue over everything below. In the distance, a familiar shadow stood, observing and indulging in his obsession.The memory of the airport tormented his mind. He recalled seeing his possession looking at another man with wide, surprised eyes—a look he had seen before and found sickening. His emotions churned like bile as he focused on that moment. He had been ready to kill that man the instant Alinta ran into the stranger's arms. Fortunately, she had escaped him, but for some reason, a lingering urge to eliminate the silver-haired stranger remained in the back of his mind. He knew it couldn't be a fated match; that was impossible. The only logical explanation was that it had merely been a fleeting attraction when she saw him."Dacian reported how she waved at him when the plane was about to
In his mind's eye, Bellinor saw a bare man crouched over Alinta, about to kiss her. Filled with rage, he transformed into a mass of black ash and violet static, surging toward the man with ferocity. First, he struck the man with such force that he was sent flying into a boulder. Then, the ash engulfed him, transporting him into the sky."You dare lay your hands on what belongs to me!?" Bellinor bellowed with more than one voice.The man was shrieking like a maniac, as he was being crushed and suffocated by the pressing force. His body was robbed of all its fluids, the black vortex created a dried-out carcass which evaporated to blackened dust absorbed by Draven's magic. The mist twirled like a whirlwind in front of the semi-conscious woman, and Bellinor returned to his form. He looked like a tyrant ready to kill all who dared to oppose him, but his eyes immediately softened once his treasure's grateful gaze consumed his view, before she fell unconscious. He gently lifted Alinta into h
Sleepily stirring from her slumber, Alinta shot up as she recalled what happened before she passed out. Waking up in an unfamiliar bed frightened both her and Angela. Her wolf was aggressive and on edge, ready to annihilate, frustration evident at her repeated failures to protect them.Alinta, on the other hand, trembled at the thought of what might have happened while they were unconscious. Checking her body for any pain or bruises, she closed her eyes and held her breath to examine her vulnerable areas. Alinta sighed in relief, realising she was untouched. This news calmed Angela somewhat, but her anxiety to escape matched Alinta's determination."What the hell happened? Did that jerk kidnap us?!" Angela growled anxiously."I don't think so. Before I passed out, I remember he was thrown off of us," Alinta replied, shivering at the memory."Als!" Angela barked nervously."What?" Alinta jumped."I’m trapped! That creepy black plant grew around me and it's fucking massive! I can't jump
"Wh...what do you...?" Alinta's face paled when she saw the empty office. She frantically looked around, hoping to find Orion, but once she accepted that he was indeed not there, she turned to face Bellinor, confusion written all over her face.Bellinor smiled at her knowingly and approached her ardently. "My darling, do you still fear me?" Alinta backed away, provoking a wave of anger in Bellinor. However, as quickly as it ignited, it faded, and his soft expression returned."Please, do not fear me. I have given you my heart, love, and sincerity. I only worship you, my little Vixen. You are completely oblivious to the extent of my adoration for you. I have been there for you during your moments of loneliness and even when you wished me away. I know what I did to you twelve years ago was wrong, but after all these years, you are still the only female I desire and love."Alinta took another step back, her wide-open eyes fixed on Bellinor. Aside from his eerie, infatuated expression, she
Bellinor gently released her hands to wrap his arms securely around her and carefully rocked his treasure while planting occasional kisses on her head. "Fear not, our princess is in no danger. This is just part of the plan," Draven reassured calmly."What? You did this?!" Bellinor was about to rage, but Draven interrupted him."Her voice is gone to prevent her from rejecting us; it is only temporary until she is branded," Draven said dangerously."I see," replied Bellinor, while enjoying Alinta in his arms. He noticed she seemed ready to bolt if given the chance. "The doctor will be here soon, my darling," he whispered, then let go of her neck to brush her hair away from her face. The woman turned her head away from his hand and started to shift uneasily, holding her neck again as the pain became more pronounced. Seeing she had an opening, Alinta mentally set aside her discomfort and attempted to escape his hold, but Bellinor easily trapped her in his embrace."Is it still sore, my dar
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains themes of violence, and sexual assault which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.Draven made sure his body remained between her squirming legs. He aggressively suckled her breast to try and salvage the mood that was so abruptly ruined, but Alinta was not biting. He then started leaving a trail of angry kisses from her breasts, down her stomach. His strong hands carefully and sensually moved towards her hips, making sure his prey did not escape at any given opportunity.“Please, Ange! It’s the same voice that warned us to run during the festival! Something bad is about to happen!” Alinta cried desperately, but her wolf only answered her with deafening silence.Draven teasingly licked her belly button, making her wriggle more beneath him. The deity’s patience thinned, and he bore his fingers painfully into her hips out of anger, causing Alinta to cease her movements.“There’s a good girl,” he hummed and pl
"Yes!" Draven growled with excitement in his vessel’s mind. "This is what I've been waiting for. Let your body guide you to us, my beautiful princess," he hummed desperately in Bellinor’s mind.Alinta gasped as Bellinor grabbed her breast and started squeezing it. Alinta released a soundless whimper, and he speedily latched onto her lips before she tried to run away. The more he teased her breast, the more her body betrayed her.Bellinor's hand sensually slithered down her stomach to between her legs. His thumb carefully stroked the fabric of her denim. The sparks from the mate bond somehow feel more electrifying than before and Alinta's hips automatically moved with need against his touch.“You ready for this, my princess? You yearn for more?" Draven excitedly asked as he continued to tease her body, weakening her resolve. Alinta nodded with difficulty whilst her cheeks burned red.Draven laughed triumphantly and proceeded to slowly unbutton her blouse, tickling her with his fingers
As soon as Alinta got out of the car, she froze at the sight before her. It was a large grey medieval castle from the eleven hundreds, standing majestically before them. Her eyes glittered in awe at the historical piece of architecture before her; she so badly wanted to take pictures and sightsee."Beautiful, isn't it, my darling? This is the castle of Axel Triggs, the last of the Cobalt Lupus Bellatores," Bellinor explained, holding his treasure close to him. Alinta looked at him in shock as she heard his words. She had no idea he too had an interest in werewolf history, making her heart flutter.“I recently discovered my bloodline is from the Kerwin Guild. I wanted to learn more about our intriguing history, so I did some digging on the other Lupus Bellatores. I uncovered two very important findings."Bellinor smiled as he saw Alinta's fascinated and shocked gaze; having her full attention like this was a rare and wonderful sight indeed. He cupped her face, then continued, "I got i
***Hours earlier***Bellinor and Alinta are travelling to one of the oldest and most famous towns of the werewolf race. It was a six-hour flight from Umber Valley, but Alinta managed it better than her previous two flights. Bellinor ensured she was comfortable while remaining close by his side.Alinta had no idea where they were going until Bellinor casually asked, “I wonder what the weather is like in Wereradix, hmmm?” He looked at his treasure with a playful glint in his eyes.She gaped at him in complete shock as she heard that name. It was a town she had only dreamed of visiting. She and Aunt Dianna had spent countless hours discussing Wereradix, a place of pilgrimage for any devoted werewolf.“I will only gift you what your heart desires, my lovely,” Bellinor declared, as he looked at his fixation intently. Alinta earnestly took hold of Bellinor’s hand and tenderly intertwined her slender, delicate fingers with his to show him how much she appreciated his words.“As long as I can
Silas almost let a deep growl escape his lips, but he then realised Alinta's smell was faint. "She does not sleep here. Thank the higher Divinities," he sighed with relief. He carefully made his way to Bellinor's bed, to the side which looked the most used. He gently bit the drawer handle of the bedside table and pulled it open.He didn't know what to expect, surely Bellinor wouldn't be careless enough to leave anything of value in a place like this. As he opened it completely, a bottle of medication rolled into view.“Probably for sleep,” Orion guessed."He will have more sleepless nights when I am done with him!" Silas snapped.“Feel if there is anything else hidden, the drawer,” Orion suggested."I have a better idea. Let's first change back to our human form, and get dressed in his clothes. We will need our hands for this, and it should help musk our scent.”"Agreed," Orion said, and in an instant, he shifted. He quickly made his way to the large cupboards on the opposite side of t
Orion and Silas finally arrived in Umber Valley, and though exhausted, nothing would deter their mission. They will find their mate! As they reached the estate's gate, Orion looked frantically about, hoping he would see his mate. He snapped out of his pursuit as the driver asked for the code on his phone to give to the guards at the gate.Orion switches on his phone and overlooks the new messages from Kyle to find the gate passcode. He noticed the missed call messages, but he made a mental note to contact Kyle later once he got a gap. After a few minutes, the driver was cleared to enter the estate and after ten minutes Orion and Silas were at their little duplex. They thanked the driver and tipped him. Once alone, Orion did not waste a moment. It was a small two-story building and Orion dashed for the balcony to scan the area.It was beautiful tropical terrain full of large, lush trees and plants. This part of Umber Valley is a protected wildlife nature reserve with many ancient trees
"What are the conditions for such a hex?" Kyle quickly asked as he stopped writing."The ritual is a spiritual practice that involves numerous chants and the use of rare herbs. The participant referred to as the rejector, must spend a month mentally and spiritually preparing themselves. This preparation period is essential to ensure they are fully ready for the experience. They drink a potent cocktail, then scream at the top of their lungs the name of their mate and wolf they wish to be free of.""A month?” Kyle exclaimed. This method could not be the answer between the timeframe Alinta and Orion met and then the time their bond snapped. Kyle rubbed his brows as he tried to think of something more probable.“Can a third initiate such a hex?" Kyle asked."What do ya mean, Officer Kyle?""Say there is a fated paired couple, and another male is interested in the paired she-wolf; can he enforce such a ritual on her?"Jack laughed, "No. Even if he holds a gun to her head, and she participa
“Great! I look forward to your update. Thank you for your time, Mr. Crassus. Have a good day further,” Kyle greeted. He remained quiet until Bellinor returned the farewell and ended the call. He released a frustrated exhale and looked at his notes helplessly. Kyle was spent.In the past few days, after investigating the Reverie Villa, he and his team uncovered evidence on a massive scale. Which linked multiple old and new cases to numerous she-wolves who had dissapeared. Additionally, they discovered several underground dungeons where women were brought in and kept before being auctioned off for entertainment in the extravagant parties hosted at the villa.Kyle had a long list of suspects connected to both trafficking and drug-related activities. It was a significant discovery, but it also meant more sleepless nights. Kyle did not mind, though; in fact, he and his wolf were anxious to find those missing women and put every foul bastard involved behind bars. Martha settled on a plea an
Bellinor had just left Alinta at the library, as he had important business to attend to. The woman made her way about the space, staring at all the books in awe. She tried to reach out to Angela, but still, she could not feel her wolf. She must be with Onyx; that’s probably why I can’t feel her, she sighed to herself, in dismay. It was the first time ever that Angela snapped at her like that and avoided her for so long. Alinta absentmindedly grabbed a large book while she thought over the conversation before Angela got angry, and it continued to deeply bother her. She sat down on the faint couch, staring seriously into nothingness, and then she quickly realised something. Could it be that Ange is still mourning over Silas and Orion? Though I thought she seemed to have adjusted quite well to Onyx and Bellinor. Angela only grieved for an instant when she told me that our second mate was gone, but she sounded more angry than sad then. Dammit! What sister am I?! I never visited my poor