"What are you doing here?!" Xavier bit out as his body shook with rage. Antonio was the last person he had expected to be here, in a werewolf's pack, sitting behind a werewolf's desk. He growled dangerously low at the smug look on Antonio's face and desired nothing less than to claw out every inch of his vile smirk, but he couldn't just attack him…yet."A hello would be nice, Xavier friend," Antonio replied in his usual voice that felt like silk against the skin. The same voice that he used to trap women and even men in his bed. He casually played with a fountain pen between his fingers and watched the angry man before him. "Well?""I'm not playing, Antonio.""Neither am I, Xavier friend," Antonio replied calmly while he twirled the pen and smiled suggestively at Xavier, who didn't share his reactions. "What are you doing here?" Xavier asked again, anger laced in every word as he slowly approached the desk."Very rude, but since you insist, I'll tell you. I heard you'd be visiting thi
"What are you?" A lot of questions ran through Violet's head as she slowly pressed her back to the door, staring at the beautiful, yet scary woman before her. She had her hands folded and her mean face inspected hers with interest. "Well?""H–how did you get in here?!" Violet scanned the room for any door she had missed or any hidden passageways she was not aware of. Did this woman just pop in here?"I asked you a question first," Larissa said in a crisp voice. She had felt something off and it led her here, but now she was even more confused. What was this girl doing here? She was locked up for sure, but why? And why was her energy so obvious yet she couldn't read anything off her. She felt normal, yet not, and she almost looked normal left for the violet eyes."I'm…I'm Violet?" She answered in a questioning manner, interested yet scared of indulging with this strict woman. She shifted her eyes to the door and wondered if Zain was still there, and if he was, could he hear them?Lari
Xavier turned to Violet, slightly confused as to why she had called his name, and why he felt oddly pleased that she did. She brought her face up to stare at him but quickly looked back down when she met his gaze. "What?""I…well I just…" Violet stuttered, wringing her fingers nervously as she stared at the ground. Her words stick and instead chose to remain in the comforts of her throat while she battled with her sudden decision to talk to this tyrant of a man. She snuck a peek at him, and most of her courage receded to where they had come from. His eyes were hard and filled with that same intensity she was terrified of. She didn't feel any better when Xavier turned his full body to her and stared at her with a menacing look. "I wanted– I wanted to make a– a re–quest," she managed to say and peeked at him again to see his reaction.Xavier raised a brow at her and stalked towards her, eyes searching her face for what she was thinking. "A request," he stated when her back hit the wa
"You should be scared."A sharp, intimidating voice cut through the air and the hair behind Violet's neck stood on end. She slowly turned towards the direction of the voice and a tall, blonde woman headed their way. Violet squinted her eyes under the light of the sun, trying to figure out who she was. Mila's small hands took hers and she whispered hurriedly, "don't make her upset, she's trouble…"The woman walked with an air of confidence and authority, that one would think she owned the place. "Who is she?" Violet whispered back, "is she bad or something?""What did you say about me slave?" The woman asked as soon as she got to the gazebo, and the terrified look on Mila's face confused Violet. Her eyes were round with fear and her hands shook as she stuttered, "n– nothing Miss J– Jenedeith.""You dare lie to my face you pathetic omega?" Jenedeith asked and yanked Mila away from her seat causing her to whimper in pain. Her lips stretch into a sly smile as she brings Mila closer and wh
A few days had passed after the incident on the stairs. Mila had been a good friend, offering Violet comfort and company until she calmed down. She had learnt that her assaulter had been one of Jenedeith's escorts and Xavier had 'taken care' of him. She also hadn't seen or spoken to Xavier after that day, partly because she had locked herself up.Her opinion about Xavier had fairly changed after he saved her, and although the mistress thing was still there, he was less of a monster. Time away from him was all the therapy she needed.Now that she was partly okay, and Mila was away for some work, her next activity was to spend a good time in the beautiful garden. The harmony of the colours and sweet scents of the flowers had been everything peaceful too her. The only peace that had found her in this hell hole.Violet lingered at the gates, eyes quickly scanning the environment for traces of anyone she wouldn't want to bump into. Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely en
"I knew right away that it would cost us greatly to put you in charge of them. A young hot headed and incompetent witch you have proven to be. You have failed–""But supreme Aradia, unforeseen occurrence that the–""SILENCE!"Larissa flinched from power that emanated from Aradia's outburst. The walls shook and dust fell from the ceilings, but the three other members that sat behind the high stone podium remained calm. They only cast blank looks at Aradia then returned their attention to Larissa. Their oversized red cloaks did little to conceal their gray and slightly wrinkled skin, or the power they possessed. Having been around for over a thousand years, their presence was unnerving.Aradia leaned back with a displeased look and quietly watched the young witch before her. "You cannot excuse your mistake, Larissa. Do you know the consequences of your ignorance? Do you, Larissa, have any idea of what doom you have put the supernatural realm in?!" Larissa angrily gripped her dress, fi
A few days had passed since the attack, and a calm, but sad atmosphere had settled in place of the tension. There were more security guards along the borders, and no one was allowed within the vicinity. Ash had been with Violet eversince he'd lost his brother to the dark witch.He had cried for hours unend, soaked two of her sweaters, and never left the room, but she and Mila cared for him. They had both been in his place before.A burial ceremony for all the lives lost from the start of the attacks was currently being discussed and preparations were ongoing. It was not a normal thing for werewolves to get burials with the exception of the alpha and Luna, but a lot of brave warriors that contributed wholly to the pack were gone.On the night of the attack, while Ash was tucked away in Violet's arms, Xavier had entered her room. She felt his strong aura and peeked through her lashes to see him staring at her from the door in the dark. She remembered how emotionless his face was after
It was a cool evening, the wind was calm, as well as the environment. Xavier watched the funeral space behind the blinds of his office window, golden rays illuminating his tempting features, while he turned his drink between his fingers.All the black clothings, wooden podium, and stacks of dried wood poked at a memory he'd buried down in layers of hatred. He wasn't mentally comfortable with having a funeral in the pack, but here he was deliberately torturing himself with the scene.He didn't think a lot of people would attend a sudden funeral at his backyard and he hadn't made it compulsory, but the five alphas, and a huge number of people were walking about down there, speaking in subdued tones and mourning quietly. "Ugh…" he scoffed, moving away from the window to his chair. He didn't want to go and no one would question his absence, but since he partly planned this little torture, he might as well see it through. "I don't even have a reasonable role in this…" he grunted and poure