All Chapters of Desired by Two Alphas (Wolves of Westfall #1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The young man's gaze fell on the girl in the corner, straight and undisguised. Beta’s eyes meeting a Slave’s eyes. “Sasha…” “Beta Ansel,” she greeted while lowering her head. “No need to be so formal…” Ansel laughed but Sasha’s head remained bowed down. “…Sasha.” “You are the Beta, Ansel,” she eyed him slowly. “And I am but a Slave.” Ansel sucked a breath. But Sasha, whose birthday will be a few hours from now, didn’t even sigh. “I see,” he looked at her mud-filled hands. “I presume Alpha Cal would never let you be a normal Omega then, at least with that you’re higher than your status as a Slave.” Sasha just gave him a tight nod, scoffing. “A Slave will always be a Slave.” When she was about to turn away, Ansel grabbed her arm even before she could blink. “I also know how it feels to lose a father, Sasha.” “You already gave your condolences to me last night, Ansel.” Sasha paused, lifting he

Ansel was on fire like the candle in the lamp. This was his first time, and her first time. Their first time ever together, bodies danced to the song of pleasure. Clothes discarded on the cold floor covered by the darkness of the night. “Dawn is nearing,” Sasha murmured between Ansel’s flesh. “Who cares about the dawn?” She shrugged, letting his material slide inside her mouth again. Devouring him whole, tongue playing and lingering. “Even if vultures surround us, we have all the time in the world, Sasha.” “We don’t.” Sasha released him and sat. Though Ansel’s weight made the half of her body still pinned on the hay earth. “Am I going too fast? Am I too big?” Sasha shook her head in answer. “No. Can’t you see the sky from the window? It’s already the break of dawn!” But the Beta pressed his hand on her bosom and entered at her back, continuing their interaction. She sighed and just laid he

Sasha wished she never lied that she was the one who broke the vase. She should have not welcomed Ansel at midnight, eaten his cake and made love with him for the first time. “Alpha…” Sasha whimpered, bile rising up her throat. She must endure the pain; she is Cal’s property. She has no freedom. She has no right to tell the Alpha to stop. Above all, her life has never been hers in the first place. The Alpha can just end her life any second. Sasha is at Cal’s mercy, and she deserved this. All of this. She should have listened to her thoughts yesterday: once a Slave, always a Slave. Glancing up at Ansel, she smiled at him.Weakly. Giving him a look that says “I told you we can never be together.” She watched as Ansel’s fingers curled at his side, his expression stoic and deadly—the face of a warrior and killer. She whipped her head behind her, where Cal was laughing devilishly, relishing the tightness of her flesh and the blood that splayed her skin.

“You must be relieved that I did not demote you as a Slave like your whining pup!” Ansel endured the one hundred whipping of Cal, orchestrated by Giro, his most loyal bestfriend. The silver-edge of the whip carved his back, bleeding it like watercolor in a canvass. But his head remained lifted. Ansel’s expressions did not so much as falter. ‘I will not yield.’ Those words reverberated in his mind. ‘I do not yield.’ Cal demoted Ansel for a week as an Omega, where he will be denied of his former privileges as a Beta and live and act and breathe as an Omega for seven days. Though Cal can bury Ansel alive, he still needs two Firestarters—Giro and Ansel. That punishment was a mere show-off to display his dominance, his Alpha-ness. His brutality and devilish works. In the corner, with his arms crossing as the healers tended to his burnt woods, Alpha Cal was smirking, savoring the moment that he was finally able to whip the son of

“Giro…” Ansel patted his bestfriend’s shoulders at the back. “I believe you.” Giro smiled at his words. “I told you—” Then a deafening sound of a bell rang three times. Then another three. “Shit, the Shadow Rose Pack is already here!” Ansel froze, feet nailed on the floor. Big drops of cold sweat stream down from his face. “This will not end well.” “As much as I’ve predicted, yes.” Then Giro vanished towards Alpha Cal’s fortress. People around him began shouting, some Omegas were even panicking. But the Slaves, including Klea and Sasha, did not even halt for a second while doing their daily chores due to their fear of being whipped for the every minute they leave their post is equivalent to one strike. “The Shadows are here! The Shadow Rose Pack is here!” The shriek of the people didn’t stop Ansel from gathering a bucket of water from the well nonetheless. He’s no longer a Beta; he’s an Omega now. And