Chased By The Alpha Who Loathed Me의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

Ophelia thought the orange evening sun was capable of making expectations come to pass with speedy manifestations, although it wasn't a commonly-held belief. It was her mental acceptance of a claim as truth, contrary to empirical evidence. As a child, her fabricated thoughts were bothersome to her family members because she conversed mostly with her imaginary friends rather than actual people. Letting out a little breathy sigh, she looked away from the window to avert her attention back to finish the last knitting of a toddler's cuddly cap. Fighting against the urge to be sentimental because she yearned to conceive a child. "Irene, will this be befitting for Seb?" Ophelia paused knitting to stretch outward the cap to her maid who was sprawled over the floor, giving her foot gentle assaults. "Yes, my Luna." Irene concurred flippantly. "Bless thy hand for whatever it touches, births unexplainable magic." The corners of Ophelia's lips stretched into a tiny smile as she carried on knit

Listen to Paradise - Coldplay The tavern was booming with middle-aged and old folks. Gambling and arm-wrestling, getting drunk from an ale, or telling mythical tales. And the music was pleasant to the ears. Mournful strings from the cello accompanied by a non-stop beat of the drum and blowing of duduk and large horns. Women had their skirts held up as they did foot tap dance with men who wore high-edge boots solely for such entertainment. Cheers rose in the atmosphere when someone jumped on top of a table, shifted into his wolf, raised his fours, and released a loud howl. Ophelia walked around in a brown hooded cloak that hid her long, curly red hair as she refilled the customers' cups with ale. "Over here, woman. Cup's empty and my belly's protruding, but I'm not done drinking." Someone called the attention of Ophelia and as she whirled around to attend to the man, she felt a rough snack on her butt. Her mouth parted in shock because she wasn't expecting that. This place was k

Finlay let guards lead him out of the dungeon like a thief, although he wasn't beaten. They took him as an Impostor but were scared of what he could do because they knew he was an Alpha. Although no one had anything valid proof of not being Alpha Finlay, they just thought of him as an Impostor because no one thought of a man with the same face as the late Alpha, to show up. Finlay was led into the council hall that boomed with hundreds of his pack members. The crowd broke into a collective gasp. This from those who were just seeing him for the first time. There was murmuring from the entourage, Finlay used his ears to pick out statements like; "That's him, he's alive. Alpha Finlay is alive." "Poor man is being bound in chains because they're afraid of what he might do, mostly his half-brother who governs the pack uselessly." "Yes, they don't want him to claim what's rightfully his. But the moon goddess will be the dictator tonight." "I don't care if he's an Impostor or not, he

"I believe you're willing to accept the penalty of death if you answer these questions incorrectly?" Elder Festus asked. Finlay paused for a moment, from where he stood in front of the crowd. They were gathered yet again for his interrogation and today was his last straw. He knew that forgetting somethings would cost him his head. "Yes, my lord." Finlay gave the elder a firm head bow, then let his eyes rest on the council of elders. "What is the Dupree's heirloom?" "A patchwork gothic moon was crafted by my half-Scottish half-British sixth grandfather, Elrod Dupree and he passed it onto Dankworth who was next in line to the Alpha throne. Dankworth died from a plague by the moon goddess because of his cruelty, so Whitlock, his younger brother was crowned Alpha and so was the patchwork gothic moon handed over to Carnel Dupree who was the crippled Alpha. He was known to be impotent and couldn't pregnant his own wife so was he childless until the Sun God aligned with the Moon goddess t

Continuation..."You cleaned up nicely, my lord." She broke the silence, trying to be bold because she didn't want him to know how unsettled he was."Yes. You didn't join me and the others for lunch. May I know why?" There was this quiet mysteriousness surrounding Finlay. He wasn't like this before. Possibly the tortures he suffered changed a tad of him."I wasn't hungry, my lord." She answered, avoiding his gaze. And instantly regretted it because her stomach gave off a loud rumbling sound.Finlay scoffed, curled his hand into a fist, raised it to his mouth, and bit into it as he observed her for a second. Her cheeks were completely flushed from embarrassment."Are you avoiding me, Ophelia?""What? No." She feigned being surprised but her left eye twitched."You've always been one bad liar," he chuckled. "Your left eye always twitches when you lie."Ophelia looked away from his gaze and then tucked a few strands of red curls behind her ear, "why are you here, my lord?""What would it