All Chapters of The Omega's Curse: Zanna To Tia Moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The door behind me creaked open, and I glanced over my shoulder to see a few maids and guards, flooding into the room. "What's going on?" The ginger-haired man that had hugged Vyn earlier, asked, his hand already gripping the head of his sword. I returned my gaze to my front, watching as Vyn tried to pry the cub off my dress, but the little tiger was adamant. It growled and pulled harder. A loud, sharp tear echoed through the air, and with wide open eyes, I tried to pull myself back, earning more tears that exposed my bare thighs. "Calm down. He wouldn't bite you. He's still a cub. The more you struggle, the more he attacks," Tia advised, but I wasn't buying it. "Did the cub tell you he wouldn't bite me?" I asked Tia, watching as Vyn and ginger-haired man pried the cub off of me. Tia snorted, "You have no idea what suspicions you've brought upon yourself." I blocked Tia out, pushing her to the back of my mind. I didn't want to hear anything else from her. My heart

I juddered, spinning to face him. "Er, hi," I simpered, waving awkwardly at him as I tried to stand properly. "No, what? No. I was..." I trailed off, racking my head for the perfect excuse to give him. "...I wasn't–I am not learning how to fight again. You know I haven't gotten much of my mobility back since I was in a coma for a month." Vyn crossed his arms against his chest, narrowing his eyes into slivers of scrutiny. His jaw grew taut, and the expression in his eyes showed that he wasn't buying what I was saying... yet. "I also thought it'd be fun to learn again. You know the excitement that comes with learning something you love," I explained, turning back to my reflection. I took the stance of a fighter in a battlefield, waiting to lunge at his or her opponent. After a moment's silence, he spoke. "It will be an honour for me to teach you then. Hopefully, I can help you regain your mobility back." I eyed him through the mirror, nodding enthusiastically. With his

"What's going in?" I asked, and Vyn released his hold on me. "Some kind of dispute," Slade answered with a grim expression. He shifted his weight to one of his feet and rubbed the back of his neck. "Majority of the pack members are outside, chanting." "Chanting?" I repeated, trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. Vyn and I shared a concerned look, both of our brows knitted into a deep frown. Vyn picked up the television remote, turning down the volume. Their muffled voices filtered into the room, prompting Vyn to turn off the television. "Do you have an idea of what this is about?" I asked Slade, and he shook his head with a hint of apprehension in his eyes. "But they seem really displeased," Slade revealed. "Tia, do you have an idea of what is going on?" I inquired, and she replied with nothing but silence, which reflected the uncertainty she felt. I headed towards the door with a gnawing feeling in my stomach. Slade stepped aside, holding the door open for me.Once

He sat beside me, butt naked, and I resisted the urge to steal a glimpse at his dick. I grabbed the duvet off the bed and wrapped it around my body, still feeling flushed. I couldn't comfortably stand naked in front of him yet. "Is something wrong?" I asked, feeling a faint lump in my throat. What did he want to talk about? Had he found out I wasn't Tia and wanted to calmly talk it out with me?The look in his eyes grew dark when he angled his head, staring intensely at me. What had I done this time? "Did I say something bad?" I asked him, and then sadness filtered into his eyes. Was this man bipolar? How could he switch between different emotions in less than a minute? I felt a dull ache in my chest when a thought crossed my mind. "Did something happen to Sa–mom?" I inquired. "What? No." He shook his head. "Then what is it?" I probed. "Your silence is killing me.""Sorry, I acted that way. The thought of it made me angry, and then sadness breezed through me at the memory of ho

Jayven Orlov's Turmoil I sat by the window sill, glancing ahead of the packhouse, staring into a distance, noting the rolling black hills that surrounded the pack. The sun was blazing hot, and my anger boiled over, but I tried to suppress the feeling by tightening the bottle cap of my emotions. "Bastard," I muttered, blinking my gaze back to reality, now staring at the tall trees, dancing in the wind as if making mockery of my situation. The attacker had tried to get under my skin, and I knew that. I just couldn't help it after he reminded me of how incompetent I was that day. I was unable to save my mate, letting them brutally leave her unconscious. I hissed, watching the birds flutter their wings around. My heart grew heavy, hurting my chest. I had promised Tia to work on my temper, but after I almost lost her, I developed an even worser one. I bit my tongue, punishing myself for not being able to control my emotions. I glanced down at the pack yard. It had maids