There were many fragments of thoughts in my head and I was unable to piece the information together, yet I was the son of the Fire-pall Pack Alpha. ͞ WAYNE’S POV My lips clamped and my eyes narrowed at Deveron like that of a technician analyzing his newly finished work. I did not know what to say, yet I thought of it. It was not indeed possible for that to happen, except that his Mate was a different kind and most times, the outcome was always a hybrid. However, since Mother was a demon, we are talking about the possibility of two Demons having a Werewolf child then. An instinct told me not to believe this witch, yet another kept convincing me that what she stated was true. Nonetheless, could I really be the son of a Wolf? “Right!” the witch replied to my thought. She tilted her head and gave me a lopsided smile. “Your so-called Father had committed numerous atrocities aside from betrayal. I am sure you are aware of how Matin
Just when I thought she was going to let our lips make contact, Elspeth leaned in to me, drawing closer as I flicked my eyes between her juicy lips and her ocean orbs. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I sensed a feeling. Someone was coming. Actually, my Mate was coming. She silently walked in like a cat, curtsying and then moving over to the wardrobe. I flicked my eyes to her feet because how can a living being walk this smoothly without a single sound made from her feet? Anyhow, this time, I had the urge to speak with her. “Elspeth,” I called fondly, getting her attention. She turned around to face me and curtsied again. I nodded, acknowledging her obeisance as I uncrossed my legs and got out of bed, moving to the study table. I took up my sword and leaned on the table before unsheathing the steel and peering at the sharp, light reflected blade. I turned my attention to Elspeth and I noted that she never raised her head to look at me t
I found the drive to kiss him more, probe his lips and run my tongue in his mouth, give him pleasure by deriving a great length of pleasure myself. ͞ Her lips quivered, I did not know why, and a pleasurable sensation coursed through me, sending chills down my spine and causing Goosebumps to erupt through my skin. I shut my eyes and my arms jerked shortly as I allowed the sudden new feeling to settle. This was my very first kiss, the very first time my lips touched another. However, unlike what I learnt in those steamy books, Elspeth’s lips remained unmoving. I badly wanted her to slide her tongue into my mouth and let our lips move in sync, but on the contrary, she left me hanging, slowly drawing back to take a good look at me. I smiled soothingly, noticing how well heated I was, as she was― for I could already smell her arousal. ELSPETH’S POV How and when did God create this man, was it that he waited an eternity to map
His eyes did not leave me, I was sure he must have suspected who I was as he fixed his gaze on me. There was something about his eyes…they instilled, in me, the same frosty feeling as that of the green-eyed wolf. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I would not cap it. This Fire-pall Tower was so big, lofty, and spacious that it was able to contain the crowd that clustered in and out of it. I made my way along the passage, through the path that all the servants, who passed me, followed. They still did not spare me the long and surprised stares they gave me. I was so sure they were yet to know who I was and were just surprised to see a total stranger freely walking along one of the upper hallways of the Tower without restriction. I turned to the staircase, a groan escaping my lips as I ran my way up the steps, but boy was it so tiring that it got to a point where my speed demented and I had to support myself with the banister. This
The man standing before me now was more of a depleted soul, than the dominant Alpha who once conquered almost the world. This Alpha Gar was nothing like the Alpha Gar I knew. ͞ WAYNE’S POV “What, you think you would just sit around and keep your blunt eyes open to watch events go by in the Tower?” Phyllis' voice imparted such a callous aura that I had a feeling I would cry if I were a child. She leaned on the doorsill and ran her eyes around my room while I blinked blankly at the woman who was apparently careless of my bearing. I turned away as five thick fingers raked through my hair before I found myself pacing the room in no time, yearning for succor. The toil of the morn had left me spent to an extent that I only craved for some time to rest. I was sure that Phyllis might think that it took little or no energy to walk through so many fleets of stairs in a single morning, but to me it was more than draining. However, the indomitab
His howls filled the room as he managed to tug some chains off his limbs and hurled its bearers to the massive wall... He was suddenly calm, his amber and dark red alternately changing eyes piercing into that of the silver-eyed girl whose right hand was stretched forth to him; a hand, which seemed to cast some kind of spell on the Wolf ― a spell that made him silent. ͞ DEVERON’S POV My expression depicted concern as I ignored my elegance and rushed to stand behind the Alpha. He sniffed and looked down, his gaze trying as much to avoid mine; he was indeed in tears. “Now I regret everything,” he began, palming his face as he showed his back to me, the sorry tone of his voice swallowing even his very words. “I should never have done all that,” he muffled into his palm. “I feel the breath in me slowly breaking down to pieces and whisking away as the day goes by― my life is ending sooner and I will be left with guilt for eternity. This is the
I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things this man’s hands could do to me… he was mine… only mine. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- Phyllis appeared in the Laboratory only to find Deveron trapped against the wall by Forrest, who had his fingers clutched around her extended neck. The latter seemed determined to choke the breath out of the older woman who seemed quite relaxed with the situation. Phyllis, on her part, maintained her distance at first, trying to properly understand the meaning of the sight before her. “What is going on?” she asked initially and got no satiable reply, except that Forrest later turned to her with a horridly dark aura swirling about him. Phyllis knew Forrest to be hot tempered, but she had never seen him react in this manner to Deveron,
I pressed my hand upon it, massaging it through his pants... A mischievous smile stretched my lips as the urge to make him moan out invaded me…I got to work, gently zipping down his zipper, not leaving out the part of ghosting my hand over his hard-on as I did that. I felt him shift uncomfortably underneath me and I smiled more. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV The words stood plainly in the heart of slavery, ‘Do not lead your Master on’. However, I checked and I did not see myself going against that rule. After all, it was literally Wayne who first gave the hint to this whole thing, I only picked up the lines, and he was still my Mate anyway. I surged forward, caring less of the world. With my chin held up, I walked past Wayne and went straight to the field. I looked over my shoulder and realized he was following behind me. A smile flashed across my face as I slowly got myself to the lush field.
WAYNE.I felt her emotions, witnessed her fading pain and overwhelming joy. I could feel what she thought, it seemed like there was a channel transferring her thoughts to me when I had a feeling that she might want a time alone, and now my hands remained in my pockets, my head bowed with a smile plastered on my face as I paced down the stairs.It was such a wonderful feeling when you feel your Mate’s happiness and I intended to keep it this way. I did not want anything that would cause Elspeth pain again so I was now more than determined to make sure that the smile I saw on her expression as she cried would remain as long as I could keep it.I arrived at the third floor and soon found myself in front of the library’s door. I opened it without wasting time and walked to one of the shelves before rummaging through its stack of books.I knew I had found just what I was looking for when I
WAYNE.A good dream and a good sleep was all it took me to awake with good cheer in the morning. I yawned and stretched on the bed, not willing to get up anytime soon. Thankfully, I did not have training to catch up or any book to read so I was entirely free.I turned on the bed, lying on my side as I stared across at the space where I knew my new cactus friend stood. It was still slanted but I knew it would get better with time. As I tried to slide my legs down the bed, I felt something wet between my legs and my hands moved to check it out, entirely shocked that the crotch of my pants was all soaked and my dick was quite hard.However, I smiled when I recalled the dream I had last night, it was much better that it felt like a reality to me. Two knocks in a roll came on my door and I was force
WAYNE.Phyllis fed me the last of the bowl’s content before placing it on a side stool. I felt her watching me as I heaved a sigh, a serene feeling washing through me. When I turned to the witch, she never broke the gaze. Instead, she seemed to intensify it, her orbs dipping into the eyelid and her pupils seeming to blaze from the reflection of the burning candles.“What do you think about love, Phyllis?” I suddenly muttered, causing the witch’s brows to crease and frowning lines pulled across her forehead.She huffed and turned away. “I think nothing of it, except that it is the nippiest route to whoever desires destruction.” I chuckled at Phyllis’ understanding of love before glancing down at my fingers, my eyes flicking between the black and white box designs of the floor’s overlay as I contemplated whether to ask the next question.&nbs
Even if the last time I saw her was five years ago, I knew that Mother was not this terrifying. She was a beautiful, gentle soul with pretty looks that could propel any man to their feet. This was not her, certainly not!My hands lunged toward her, longing to touch or shake her awake, but some concealed potency rather held me back to the point that I just stared at her figure, my hands hanging in the air.Tears prickled the corners of my eyes when I realized I could do nothing to comfort her. My lips trembled and an unwanted lump clogged in my throat as I sank to my knees, my eyes burning as it gazed at Mother’s still form.I badly missed and needed her back. I pined for the feel of her subtle palm as she rubbed it over my back to comfort me, or the tone of her soothing voice that sounded like it could calm a turbulent wave.When I tried to speak, a gale-force wind swept me out of the cave and
WAYNE.Four days in this shitty hell hole of a Tower and I was left wondering how long I would survive it. I sat in the Balcony reading, yet again, the Volumes of Alphas.I initially was supposed to be enjoying the gentle brush of the wind as well as the soft whispers it rendered to my ears, watching as the leaves danced to its tune and as the birds perched from a branch to another, singing their beautiful choruses.I was also supposed to sit here and watch the gentle noon sun just when it decided to reveal its glow after four full days of teeming rain, but here I was trying my best to get something out of this freaking mating chapter before me. Phyllis had literally ruined everything I had mapped out for the day when she walked right into the Balcony and jammed the book to my face once again.My eyes now glared at the slowly stirring, abandoned Chamomile tea on a side stool before I reached for t
Flynn exhaled the breath he did not know he was holding before glaring at the faces of the Firnes and walking past them into the hall. Candelabras hung against the walls, their candles burning away its flame and brightening the cosmic space. Flynn could see that a narrow path was flanked by a quite vast pool of clear waters, the candle flames glimmering on it.He whipped his head around the environment in a bid to search for who had spoken earlier but it rather seemed that he was the only one in the hall before a flash of white light suddenly appeared in front of him that he had to shield his hands over his head to protect his eyes from the light’s intensity.He heard the soft thudding of feet echo when the light began to fade, dropping to a light ball in a woman’s palm. The latter walked forward with a pink, chiffon fabric draped over her shoulders and barely covering her bare breast, cascading all the way down to her lower unco
I watched the King hurry toward Father instead and pull the Latter’s stiff body up, his hands trembling with what I noticed to be fear. “I will take you back to Coral shore, Gastro.”“No,” Father objected. “I need my wife and please take Lucerne away instead; he seems so scarified by the whole occurrence.” The Vampire King looked down to see Lucerne, who was probably at the age of five or six, stuck to Father’s left leg. The man’s eyes then wandered to Father’s bleeding wound before he leaned down to smell it. His eyes bulged and fright whipped across me.“Demons bane…” he muttered breathlessly, terror vivid in the tone of his voice. He seemed to fear for Father as much as I did now, knowing that an impending death was the inevitable fate of the latter. I recalled the time Father had passed away, when he made mention that he was one poisoned with the b
I wrecked my hands into my hair when it seemed like the image was going away, but then darkness reigned over me too quickly as a clangor sound resonated in my skull. I heard a loud incantation, precisely from a voice I could quickly recognize, before the next image lashed in. This time, it was this room. Alpha Gar lay still on the four-poster bed, looking like he was sleeping, as his breathing heaved steadily.I shrieked when I heard the noise of tearing flesh and screaming men along with resounding thudding outside the door before it blasted into pieces, dust clustering in the spot and a mingling metallic smell of sandalwood and bleach filling the room. A green-robed man walked in, his huge muscles ripping as he advanced toward the bed. He was tall, but not as I was.His dark hair was dressed in a pompadour hai
WAYNEDaylight was pretty sucked away too quickly when I lifted my hands above my head and stretched my knocking bones, my body aching so badly, feeling like it ripped through my flesh as I brought them down. I glanced at the spot where Flynn once sat. He was gone a long time ago. Was it a few hours into noon? Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did.“Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages.She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from