If our speed doesn't drop below 100 miles per hour, it will take us twelve hours to drive from the human-populated city back to Silver Mountain Pack.
This is the only land travel I hate the most. The route was not bad, but we had to take a parallel road to the perimeter line of the River Bed Pack.
Though Silver Mountain and River Bed are not considered enemy packs, we are not allies either. We share a two-hundred-mile boundary line with them, requiring nearly a third of our warriors to take several shifts on border patrol to avoid rogue or non-pack incursion.
They do the same from their side of the perimeter line. Most of our border patrols engage in glowering and growling contests with theirs at any given time, or so I’ve heard from my father’s Delta and Gamma.
I was wasted last night and swiftly drifted into a deep sleep the moment Arci stepped foot on the accelerator.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was startled awake when Six started getting restless. “How far have we reached, Arci?” I ask while rubbing my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight.
“We are still halfway. Do you want to freshen up? Ten miles down the road, there is a gas station and a diner,” Arci responded through the rearview mirror. He pointed to the road sign on our left, which featured a cutlery symbol and a pumping station.
“That’s not necessary, Arci, where exactly are we? Six is getting fidgety, he is howling in my head, and it’s giving me a headache,” I blurted as I glanced outside the window, rubbing my temple with index and middle fingers in a circular motion.
“The whole stretch on our right belongs to the Riverbed Pack. Oh, I forgot, we cannot stop anytime soon. This is not a friendly territory. You can freshen up after we pass the pack territory,” Arci murmured as he increased the car speed.
After about five minutes, my wolf started acting nuts again, but this time, his level of crazy intensified. He wanted to take over. He growls loudly, terrifying Arci, who nearly loses control of the vehicle. The car made a hundred-eighty-degree turn, burning the tires screeching as we nearly collided with another vehicle from the opposite direction. Both the cars stopped a few inches from smashing the bumpers.
My left hand grabbed the front passenger’s backseat tightly, and my right hand was pressed against the glass window. The seatbelt did a great job of keeping me in place, but the sudden circular motion churned my stomach and gave my head a hammering pain. The barf got stuck in my throat, but I swallowed it again. I can’t mess up the car’s expensive leather scent. I know it’s gross, but I am just being logical and considerate.
Arci promptly removed his seatbelt, exited the car, and opened the backdoor next to my seat. “What the hell was that all about, Seb? Talk to me!” He scolded. He is not being disrespectful. Arci is like a family to the Alpha family and the only one aside from the ranked members who can call me and my brother Aleck by first name.
We are now facing the direction in which we came from: the human world. I stepped out of the car and steadied myself before emptying my stomach in the middle of the road. Arci handed me a bottle of water to wash my mouth, and I took it immediately.
He put his hand on my shoulder, instructing me to stay inside the car. He assured me that he would settle with the other vehicle if there were damages. I understand the danger of dealing with strangers in unfamiliar territory, especially from a hostile pack. But I did not listen to my driver slash bodyguard. I want to find out why my wolf is suddenly acting strange. Could it be the passenger of the jeep?
“What the hell, Six? You almost killed us!” I chastised my wolf.
“I sensed our mate!” He screamed. “They are near!”
“Are you sure? We are in the middle of nowhere, Six,” I sighed. “We can’t just stroll around and sniff everyone to find our mate. The area is almost barren!” I added.
Although there are establishments to cater to travelers every half mile or so, like repair shops, restaurants, pumping stations, and some shabby hotels owned by humans, we can’t be sure if they are just fronts for some rogues spying on werewolves and other supernatural creatures in the area.
The driver of the other vehicle waved at us before sliding his head out of the window. " Is everything alright in there?” he probed.
Arci waved back. “Yeah, I’ll come over,” he responded. He turned to me and asked, “Are you alright, Seb? You can stay here, wait for me in the car. This won’t take long. The driver looks cool to me…” he paused. “You can call your father if you want; he should know. " His eyes spoke more than he said. He must be worried about the location of the ‘near accident’ we just experienced. He took the water bottle back, stuffed it in the backseat, and started walking to meet the driver of another vehicle. Suddenly, we sighted a group of warriors, werewolves in their human forms, jogging along the perimeter line of Riverbed Pack from our left. They must be the border patrol.
I stiffened when my eyes locked with the most chiseled man in front of the group. He was bare-chested, as with the rest of the guys.
It’s strange. They are at least a hundred meters away, but I can see him as if he were in front of me. Everything and everyone else was blurry. They all wear cerulean-colored sweatpants, seemingly a pack uniform, unless they are awfully close to each other to wear identical clothing, which I highly doubt. I know that twinning attires has become an “in” thing for couples, but aside from a sports team, I haven’t seen a group wearing the same outfit just because they like it. My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Six started chanting in my head.
“Mate”
“Mate”
“Mate”
“Mate”
Before I could react, the leader of the border patrol jumped over the six-foot-high barbed boundary line.The scrambling of the other pack warriors follows him but I can barely understand what they are saying. Arci stood in front of me with his right hand twisted backward, pinning me between the car and him. His knees were slightly bent, ready to shift in a fly to fight if need be. The leader stopped barely three steps away from Arci but his predatory eyes never left mine. The rest of the group caught up and Arci spread his arms for the barricade, ordering me to get inside the car and drive as fast as I could. He was ready to sacrifice himself for me. There was no way any of us would survive this fight. But what kind of Alpha would I be if I ran away with tails between my legs at the first sign of trouble, leaving my driver behind? I stood tall, not breaking my gaze on their leader who just cleared his throat. “I want to speak with him,” the leader tilted his head slightly to the le
It’s been three years since Dad disowned me. I still remember that day. I got so furious that I relentlessly cursed the Moon Goddess for pairing me with another Alpha as a mate. I have no physical attraction to Nate, but the mate bond messes up my head, and I feel protective of him. I have this whimsical desire for his company.When my connection with the Silver Mountain pack snapped, it all became clear to me, I lost everything and everyone dear to me. My chest tightened, fighting the urge to thrash everything I lay my eyes on. I was enraged but couldn’t blame anyone.I have a limited time.I stepped out of the packhouse and ran through the thick forest allowing Six to take over. I ran for what felt like an eternity until the breeze suddenly changed.
Note: This chapter contains explicit details. Discretion is advised.I peeked through the gap. It took a few good seconds to adjust my vision to the darkness of the room. The only source of light is a dim red lamp in the adjacent corner of the room making it difficult to see through the shadows.As my vision slowly adjusted to the light, the silhouette of two intertwined bodies dancing in a passionate sensual rhythm surfaced.The thick scent of arousal has taken me aback. The man’s hands explore every curve in the woman's body. Gently caressing her smooth skin trailing from neck to breast, before sliding further down to her lower thigh and back.His hand movement seemed light as a feather as
Note: This chapter contains explicit details. Discretion is advisedNathan was pacing in his office. His hair was disheveled, eyes were bloodshot. The ferocious Alpha known for being ‘in control’ is now a picture of inner turmoil and mental chaos. No traces of his usual indifference and calm demeanor. Only hatred, guilt, and self-deprecating scowl.The memories keep playing in his head like a broken record, and he can’t even stop it.[Flashback from the previous night]Laura arched her back to take in Nathan’s mouth as he explored her pleasure spots. His tongue circled her erect nipples as he rolled the other between his long calloused fingers. He planted kisses, from her breasts
The next morning, Laura woke up to the bright sun streaming in, filtered by the two layers of curtains inside Nathan’s bedroom. A cold breeze was blowing from the east giving her chills.She looked around with a satisfied grin. She scanned the surroundings. Although she had been in this room quite a few times, this was the first time she had stayed the night.The room walls were painted in delicate beige, giving it a light, relaxing vibe. The doors and window frames are toned in dark brown, matching the mahogany-stained wardrobe and bedside tables. A vintage chest of drawers is just outside the bathroom door with a floor-length mirror on its left.As her sleepy gaze fell on the oversized painting hanging on the large wall opposite the bed, her brows furrowe
“Y.. yes Alpha,” Laura stutters, hand trembling and lips quivering in fear.His hands reached out, his claws started to elongate, his back slouching bit by bit as if Max, his wolf, was preparing to take control. Laura’s silent sobbing and red-rimmed eyes stirred an inner sentiment halting him from moving forward.He took a few deep breaths trying to regain composure, “Get out of the Alpha floor, NOW! From now on, you are not allowed to come here. I will talk to your brother about the change of accommodation. You are to move out of the packhouse.”“But…….”“I said LEAVE!” his growl shook the walls of the room.
“Ugghh,” Laura kept tapping Nathan's hand as she struggled for air. She was kicking her feet trying to reach the floor or anything solid.Her face paled as a sheet as she started whimpering.As her eyes rolled back, Nathan loosened his grip dropping her roughly on the ground. She curled on the floor, trembling, panting, coughing in between, and gasping for breath.It took her half a minute before gathering her wits. Her eyes were red, terrified that Nathan may shift any minute and tear her apart limb by limb. Her hands were trembling, lips shaking as she massaged the soft area of her bruised neck. She hesitantly raised her head to meet his fierce gaze darting down on her.
Nathaniel was startled by their sudden arrival. He took a few steps backward while scanning the approaching rogues. He tried to filter the conversation in his mind link. He can’t afford to get distracted, not now.Before he could figure out what was happening, two rogues in the middle of the formation stepped sideways, paving the way for a huge unshifted one wearing a black mask and a black fitted sleeveless hoodie. He wore black rubber gloves, leaving his tattooed biceps on display. His arms were folded across his chest, muscles screaming through his shirt.His muscular form, broad shoulders, and V-shaped torso will not be mistaken for anything softer than a brick wall. His face was set in a hard line. The pockets of his black cargo pants are slightly bulked. His eyes, as dark as night, looked fierce and dangerous.
AgathaIt has been eight years since we started reuniting the supernatural species by building colonies for each kind. But the colonies we built never reached full occupancy. All the mystical creatures prefer their natural environment to concrete boxes. That’s what they call the rooms and buildings in the colony.Nate and Bastien managed to extend the forest line occupied by our little friends by offering the nearby packs hard-to-resist business deals and warrior support in case of war. The River Bed Pack had only gotten stronger and bigger, claiming the Nightwalker Pack when the River Bed defeated them after attacking us using the same strategy that the Black Moon Pack employed thirteen years ago. I never lifted the protection spell in the River Bed Pack. And since our family has gotten bigger, too, I cast
[Agatha’s POV]I cannot see anything. There’s darkness, silence, and a dreadful feeling that churns my insides. I could feel the goosebumps creeping on my skin, and a sense of discomfort crawled down my spine.Where am I? Why can’t I see anything? Why am I alone? Where’s Mom? Where’s Nate and Bastien? Where are my kids? Aren’t they supposed to be with me? I move my feet forward to search for a light, for a familiar place… The squishing sound was all I could hear with every step. The touch of soft mud swallows my feet up until my ankles. I don’t like where I am right now. I tried to squint my eyes as I scanned my surroundings. But there is nothing but pitch black.I opened my mouth and started calling
[Agatha’s POV]The day has finally come.I was nervous. My hands were sweaty, my stomach was churning, and the tightness in my chest kept coming back repeatedly. I looked around at the open field where all species started filling up from the morning. The colonies my mates built for other species were barely occupied, but we expect a few hundred to arrive anytime within the day.Orpheus volunteered to convince some of his kind, and they might come after sunset, too. Nate built another building without windows, with only two doors on the ground floor and another to the rooftop, designed for the vampire clan.One of the new business deals Bastien signed up for was the River Bed Blo
Hey guys, We are a few chapters away from completion. And as much as I wanted to make the story longer by adding additional twists and turns, it's already longer than planned. It was initially a 75-ish chapter, but I later realized that some details would be abruptly cut, hence the extension. Anyway, I am beyond grateful for reading and staying with Agatha until this point. This is my first shot at storytelling, and I need you to be brutal on me in the comment section if you think there are "should-haves" that I overlooked. And I do hope for your support for the coming stories.Warm hugs for all of you,Con Ques
[Third POV]It’s been five years.Nas and Sean started warrior training at the indoor gym their dad had set up inside the Packhouse, while Amara started using the U9 to practice her magic when she was two years old. The triplets were inseparable. Amara joined the boys at the gym for the combat training, and the boys would practice magic with their sister. On most days, no one gets injured, but sometimes, the boys are unlucky.“What is your schedule this week, baby?” Bastien asked Agatha as he stepped out of the walk-in closet. He wore a custom-made suit that matched Nate’s. Their tailor customized their wardrobe in twinning, just as much as Nas and Sean’s. In the same way, Agatha and Amara often wear identical white sundresse
[Agatha POV]It has been a week since I have given birth to our triplets. I walk slowly and easily now with slight discomfort in my stitches. I felt like a kid being supervised by townspeople; I was not allowed to lift anything, not even the babies. I breastfed while sitting or lying down, and there was always someone tailing me once I got on my feet. The alpha floor of the packhouse is full. Bastien’s parents have stayed with us, and we decided that all the grandparents must stay with us on the Alpha floor for fairness' sake. Mommy Lily said they will stay until the naming ceremony is over. I had never heard of the naming ceremony before. Still, since she is the only she-wolf and a former Luna who knew all the formalities and ceremonies in the werewolf community, I trust her judgment on everything pack-related. Not that it’s not important to me because it does, but
[Sebastian’s POV]The C-section procedure took a couple of hours to complete. We reached the hospital just a few minutes after Mommy Glinda, and Agatha arrived. Just in time to sign the consent paper for the operation, they said it would be impossible for Agatha to give natural birth to three children, as it may endanger her life. Two female doctors supervised the operation since Nate didn’t want a male doctor to see our mate naked, so Dr. Tim was out. Although impractical, I understand his possessiveness. Dr. Tim is the Pack doctor; he is the most qualified, and I would turn a blind eye to a male doctor who would operate on our mate if it guaranteed her safety. Thank goddess, Sienna is a specialist in pregnancy and childbirth, and Estella is as equally qualified.Three neonatal cart trolleys lin
[Agatha POV]“Mom, are you sure this would work?” I asked my mother as I stumped my feet like a small child. I had no doubts about my abilities, but it had been many years since I last summoned the other supernatural species. I don’t even remember it. Most of the stories I knew about summoning fairies, mermaids, elves, and gnomes were other people’s memories; they just told me about it and considered it as my version of the story as well. I was very young to remember, and that’s what has been bothering me right now.“Yes, it will. Where are all these doubts coming from, Agatha?” Mom chastised me. I get it. We have gone a long way to be wary now. Summoning the other species is the first major step in fu
[Third POV]“Mom, Dad, you have to promise that you will come to River Bed Pack to see our three musketeers,” Agatha pouted like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum over candy. “Oh, sweetheart, we won't miss it for the world,” Lily hugged her tightly, and Herod patted her shoulder before planting a kiss on the crown of her head.Seb approached them to free her mate from her parent’s hold. “Mom, Dad, you are suffocating her! And Mom, how come you don’t call me sweetheart anymore? What will become of me after my children are born,” he said with feigned disappointment. Herod immediately smacked his shoulder blade, “Enough of theatrics, Seb. Where’s your brother? Isn’t he sending you off?” Herod questioned him.