"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
“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
"It was nothing important, now... where were we? Hmmm?" he asked with two fingers under her chin. Alinta blushed profusely; she gazed at him with loving eyes, further bettering his mood. "Enjoy your meal, my love," Bellinor said gently and kissed her once more before he sat at the other end of the table to receive his breakfast. The two ate in silence, but Bellinor did not dare take his eyes off his treasure. Her presence and the sight of her was an addiction to his eyes. He could never tire of looking at her. Bellinor worshipped everything about Alinta—her movements, her physique, her posture, and her striking emerald green eyes. Her swan-like neck, the shape of her face and her long eyelashes are all so captivating! Every aspect of her complemented each other in perfect harmony. To him, she was the perfect she-wolf, and his obsession with her continued to grow. Now and then, a whiff of her fragrance would drift past his nose, further making him run away with his thoughts as he cont
Draven rampaged through his forest, burning and obliterating every tree or obstacle in his path with his violent violet rays of light. He was filled with anger, anxiety, and restlessness. He understood Alinta's vision; it was no mere dream but a threat—a warning that Silas had somehow grown stronger.Draven struggled to identify the source of Silas' newfound power, which only fueled his frustrations further. He could only come up with three possibilities: first, the Moon had decided to descend to Earth; second, the Moon had sacrificed some of his life force to his celestial wolf; or third, Silas had absorbed the souls of werewolves, as he had done. None of these theories provided a sound conclusion.It most definitely could not be the first, for the stars foretold the union between God and werewolf, and it came to pass with Alinta’s mother thirty years ago. The Moon wouldn’t be foolish enough to consider the second method, for Silas was already half of him. Sacrificing more of his ene
Trigger warning: The following chapter contains scenes of rape and violence, which may be triggering for some survivors. Reader’s discretion is advised.It was three a.m. and Bellinor’s eyelids flung open, but his orbs glowed a frightening shade of amethyst, meaning Draven was in control. He got up and stealthily proceeded to his treasure’s room, like a silent shadow. His heart fluttered excitedly as he saw his sleeping beauty.“It has been a few days since you accepted us, my princess,” he murmured in somewhat of a trance. “I must confess, my patience is gradually withering away. How I hunger for you, my scarlet damsel. Though I may possess your luscious wolf, I am a greedy entity with a dire appetite.”Draven carefully sat beside his desire, becoming more enrapt by Alinta’s splendour. “I need to be compensated for my patience, no?′ His piercing wolf eyes leered over her body. “This will be just our little satisfying secret,” Draven whispered as he placed his hand on her head and gras
"Mmmmm, you like that handsome?" Martha asked seductively."Please, Alinta, stop," Silas managed to mumble weakly, as though he had succumbed to whatever drugged him.Martha looked at his faded fated mark. "Just a little more, then you will feel so much better, my love," she coaxed sweetly and started to climb on him. She aligned herself with his upright shaft in her firm grasp and carefully lowered herself readying for that fateful contact. "He's soon to be ours. Once he feels this bliss he will never want to see that bitch," Breathed Martha excitedly to her wolf as she savoured the moment."Hurry up and sit already! It's torture enough that we've been doing all the work!" Tina whinnied impatiently."YOU ARE NOT MY MATE!" roared an ear-splitting voice vehemently. Martha was sent flying across the room. Orion breathed heavily as he weakly sat up and attempted to get dressed. He abandoned his objective and started to snarl; his body was unreliable as it was, and he needed to shift to h
*November 30, 2024**Alinta gasped awake, Bellinor grabbed at his chest and shook violently."Bellinor!" she exclaimed mutedly, as she saw him, he was pale as a ghost, and sweat dripped from his face. He groaned and grunted in utmost pain. "Bellinor? What's wrong? Please!" Alinta screamed voicelessly, as she sat up over him, desperately caressing his distorted face. He looked at her with his pale lilac eyes, but they were distant, and his mouth was open. Alinta recognised he was having a minor seizure, she pushed him to his side with all her strength so that he did not choke.A drop of blood ran from his nose down his cheek. Alinta's body froze from absolute terror for a few moments, as though scared if she moved she would hurt him further. As she observed him, more blood ran down his cheek, her mind became hysterical as she remembered the elevator incident. No, no, no, not again! Oh please spare him! Alinta cried in her mind. She held him, as she prayed to the Moon, begging that he b
"Please make yourself comfortable, Orion," Tina hummed sweetly as her large blue eyes visibly devoured his aesthetics."Thank you," replied Silas as he took a seat.She closed the door and then sat behind her desk, "So what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"Silas noted her excitement as she tried to contain her composure and could smell her arousal as it became most potent. "It seems both of us are speaking on behalf of our human counterparts. What's your name, she-wolf?" he asked politely."T-Tina," she stammered, surprised at how his wolf caught on so quickly without her shifting her eye colour. "And yours handsome?""Silas," he said calmly, offering a gentle smile, nearly causing Tina to melt. I would like to ask you a few things, and I'd be grateful for your cooperation, Miss Tina." Silas took her hand and kissed it, nearly causing Tina to have a heart attack, "My mate has indeed betrayed me and I need to know where she has gone.""I am sure Officer Kyle would be able to he
Deep within Bellinor's mind, Onyx woke up sleepily. As he observed his surroundings, he realized he was in a large pit of complete darkness. Restlessly, he paced in circles, howling and barking in an attempt to reach his human counterpart.“Bellinor!” he called, but was met with utter silence.“What is the meaning of this? Am I truly nothing to you?” he bellowed with all his might, but still, there was no response. Had his counterpart really discarded him just like that, after being together for seventy-six years?He snorted in absolute ridicule, unable to believe it had come to this. Onyx felt betrayed, and the pain in his heart was almost unbearable. But he was determined not to cry; he refused to show weakness and would not give Bellinor and his new wolf the satisfaction. He needed to speak to Draven—he had the right to see his chosen mate. If Draven refused, Onyx would challenge him, even if it meant his demise. He was prepared to risk everything, everything for the one wolf that