All Chapters of I'm His Loner : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

His temples thumped with thundering tension as he scrunched his brows with furrowed concentration. Drops of perspiration rode down his light tan face attempting to cool out the tense muscles that were already evoking in him the beginning of a migraine. It's not every day that you get a twelve-year-old having severe migraines, but alas, it's not every day you get a twelve-year-old standing in the middle of the Alpha's personal training quarters with three figures of authority demanding of a twelve-year-old what is out of his control.The atmosphere was tense as his temples that a slick butter knife would be able to slice through it. He felt the heating gazes of the three adults as they watched his every twitch, frown, and intake of breath as if the child was purposely withholding it to get a rise off them. He was still a child after all. He was bound to rebel.The young boy's eyes were scrunched with strained concentration, head bent down towards the cold stone floor when he felt someo

"We really need a break." Mikkel looked over his shoulder at the lazy being sat on his black leather couch bundled up in equally dark fluffy blankets. Her dark pair of specks stood firmly on her nose framing her dark brick-red, almost black eyes that were concentrated on the screen before them. Her dark ebony hair had a polish of blond at the bottom sprouting through the gap below her cuddled-up form. Meghaal indeed was the definition of a koala. Both were lazy and on a mission to seek comfort. "Betch, you say that, yet you're the one whose eyes are still glued to Damon's ass" Mikkel complained while heading over to the kitchen counter to pour himself a glass of warm water. The weather was getting chilly again, indicating Boreas' presence and the upcoming winter. "Blame me. As if you aren't after his ass. At least, I only prefer one Salvatore" Meghaal muttered into her blankets. "What are we having for dinner?" Mikkel questioned as he felt his stomach rumble with oncoming hunger

The celebratory atmosphere that centered around Hades as he grinned away at the crowd couldn't help but make Mikkel feel a bit annoyed. The handsome man looked so carefree and happy, a look he had often worn the past couple of years, as the young boy observed him from a distance. Mikkel did find the man attractive, who wouldn't? Everyone loved him, except Meghaal of course. He found himself being highly attracted to him, but at the same time deep down he subtly resented him.*Flashback*The young boy was seated on his favorite well-polished chair as he gazed at the long cold microwaved mac and cheese in front of him. The last twenty-seven days had been a blur. Loneliness grasping at his heart he continued staring at his cold food, appetite far abandoned. His parents being the only interactive company he had, had gotten him used to making it a point to catch them for at least ten minutes before they headed off to pack lands for work. However, he knew that each March would be different.

LycaonThe very name of the ancient being sent through the crowd chills that made the hair on their arms still with apprehension.Growing up in a werewolf household, every wolf was bound to hear stories of the great Lycaon. He was known as the world's very first Lycan. The form in between human and their wolf. Every child was disciplined by their parents with the phrase and it was tradition to incorporate stories of the great Lycaon with early childhood development."If you don't listen to me, the great Lycaon will be under your bed tonight"It was a sentence meant for children.A sentence meant to be used as a silly threat, nothing more.However, everyone felt that there was some sort of truth behind the being's words.True, they had no reason to believe it.But the probability of someone claiming to be the great Lycaon in front of so many people was so low, that the werewolves of the crowd knew not to brush the statement off.Every other being present in the crowd who was not part w

Eyes shut tight Mikkel awaited the expected attack with each passing heartbeat. Within the span of those few seconds, he couldn't think of any reason Hades' grey wolf would be reprimanded for the oncoming attack. No one had ever challenged Hades Henderson while on his bad side. Not even his own father. The adrenaline in his veins triggers his defense mechanism to kick in. He instinctually closes his eyes and further crunches them as if crunching them would create a protective shield around them if he crunched them tight enough. His heartbeat thumped against his ears, and the adrenaline coursing through his veins allowed him to be hypersensitively aware of every sensory feeling that he was exposed to. But when the awaited force did not reach him as he anticipated, he opened his dark onyx eyes with apprehension. Instead of the angry form of Hades' wolf, stood before him was a human figure cloaked in black and white. It took the young man a few seconds to put a name to the said fi