The lost childOrionTo my surprise, I realized the man who had Freya in his arms was Ryan. Wasn't he supposed to be dead? I felt jealous when Freya hugged him. I didn't want to view Ryan as an enemy but the fact remained that he was a potential rival. No matter how many times I try to make Freya and Ryan's relationship look normal or harmless. There's this fear I have that Ryan is almost the perfect man for her. He will always be my rival. At last right now with him, she is safe. I focused on Kane. As Kane inhaled the substance unaware of Damian's attack, he struggled. Damian began slicing Kane's skin, tormenting him by creating injuries on him. I and Gabriel kept fighting Damian's men as they continued to come hard on us. Damian uses the opportunity of Kane's weakness to strike him on his chest with a sword. Kane was too weak to dodge or stop it. Damian began to search for the remainder of the Lycan stramonium in his pocket. I wasted no time swinging my sword and cutting Damian
Epilogue OrionAfter I answered, Kane walked away silently. He ruffled his hair in the process. What was he nervous about?I thought he had gone until he returned with Nyx. "Do it!" Kane ordered her. "Are you sure? What if he isn't the one?" She muttered, looking worried. "Just do it!"I decided to ask rather than stay quiet and wonder what this was all about. "Do what?" "Trust us," Nyx replied. Nyx says a spell. She takes a knife and cuts Kane's palm first. Then mine. As blood pooled on our hands. She placed my palms on top of Kane's, clasping them together.Nyx began to explain. "If you are his lost brother. Both cuts will heal. If you aren't related. The cuts will not. This spell will work on you if you are long lost brothers because your mother is a witch-Luna." This was crazy. Kane, my brother? She said the spell, then ordered us to look at our hands. When we withdrew our hands. There was no blood, no cut and no scar…Without a word. Although surprised as well, Kane embr
The Drunken Maiden~Orion~ "Do you have to wear this assassin's attire every time we visit a tavern? Especially this one!" Gabriel exclaimed, his hands picking at pieces of meat as he voiced his disapproval. "Gabriel, you should know better than anyone that this is my favorite haunt, and I quite enjoy the rum here. As for the cloak and hood, it's to avoid those persistent women who seem to flock towards me," I replied with a hint of annoyance. "You can't blame them, my friend. If I were a lady, I would have fallen for you long ago," Gabriel said, winking mischievously. "You must be out of your mind. Just the thought of it makes me cringe. Eww," I retorted, making an exaggerated face of disgust. Gabriel, my best friend, is a simple yet fun-loving guy. We have been inseparable since we were twelve years old. His father was the former Beta of Moonstone Haven, a position now held by my cousin, Tristan. Despite being a powerful werewolf, Gabriel always chooses peace over violence. That
One Night Stand~Orion~ This lady who had caught my attention stumbled and laughed, her eyes fixated on me as if searching for a secret I held. The way she squatted childishly, trying to catch a glimpse of my face, amused me. "Uh, is he really an assassin?" she slurred, unable to contain her laughter. "Shhh... I won't tell anyone, I promise." With a finger pressed to her lips, she continued to giggle uncontrollably. Amused by her antics, Gabriel decided to play along. Putting a finger over my his lips, mimicking her gesture. "Shhh... Don't tell anyone," he whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Were they making fun of me? The thought crossed my mind as I observed their behaviour. But the amusement in their eyes hinted that their intentions were lighthearted. Suddenly, a young lady with blonde hair and a petite frame rushed over, clearly concerned. "Freya! Oh my... I am so sorry, please. She was with me just a few minutes ago, but when I turned around, I couldn't fi
Shame and Pride~Freya~ "Where am I and why am I naked?" I wondered aloud, my voice trembling with both confusion and embarrassment. This was not good. I almost screamed when I turned around to see a man by my side, completely unclothed and with his back turned towards me. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—I had slept with a stranger. Panic and shame washed over me, knowing how scandalous it would be if my father found out that his daughter ended up in a strange man's bed. As the sharp pain throbbed through my head, I felt lightheaded from the excessive drink I had consumed the previous night. I had indulged myself despite Emelda's pleading and warnings. Where was Emelda now? Did she abandon me here with this man, or worse, did she betray me and sell me out? The anger boiled within me, and thoughts of confronting her filled my mind. She had some explaining to do. Without wasting another moment, I hastily gathered my clothes, refusing to look at the man still lying on the
Uncontrolled Yearning for Her~Orion~ Four days ago, impatience consumed me as I realized the drunk maiden had vanished in the middle of the night. There was a sinking feeling that I might never lay eyes on her again. But that wouldn't deter me—I was determined to find her. Our night together had been something special, a spark ignited by a one-night stand, a night of unbridled passion. To my surprise, I discovered that she was a virgin. Knowing this, I felt a sense of relief and security. Unlike many of the promiscuous maidens that surrounded us, she was pure and untainted. But with her extraordinary beauty, a flicker of jealousy crept into my thoughts—other men would surely covet her, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing her to another. It was the heartbeat my father spoke of, the one that resonated deep within me. From the moment Freya spoke, to the moment we danced, and finally, when we made love—each passing second intensified the rhythm of my heart. I dispatched some of
Murder in the Fort~Freya~ I sat on my nuptial bed, contemplating the whirlwind of events that had unfolded in my life over the past two weeks. It felt as if I had been swept away in a dream, where everything had transpired at a breathtaking pace. From that fateful encounter with Alpha Orion at the tavern to his subsequent visit to my humble home, and now, here I was, wedded to him. I am his wife, his mate. The ceremony had been grand, a joyful celebration attended by Papa, Emelda, and Klaus, who genuinely reveled in my happiness. However, the presence of my stepmother and Sophia was a mere obligation, their disapproval of our union unmistakable. But they could no longer hold sway over me. I was finally free, unshackled like a bird. Uncertain as I was about what awaited me in this new life, I couldn't help but feel it would be a vast improvement from the torments I endured at home. Despite the apprehension that gripped me, I couldn't deny the flicker of hope within my heart. Alpha
She is the One for Me~Orion~"Alpha, we have fixed the ship. Though there is no gold on board, it seems the pirates have carted away with the gold." Seth comes into the room addressing me after he nods his head to show respect."What pirates? Are you serious right now? Are you saying this not to piss me off? Because If you are, then stop because you are pissing me off even more. You all know who the pirates are damn it!" I yell at Seth.I told him to leave because I wanted to be alone.I was so angry. This incident had made a new groom who was supposed to be a happy man leave his new wife and mate back at home just to attend to this stupid emergency.I am here suffering the damage incurred on my men and my ship. Just when I had finally succeeded in making Freya mine. I was happy and looking forward to having another time with her alone. The thought of us together was heavenly. Just the two of us!What I feel for Freya is magical and powerful. I can feel it. After that night at the ta