Every whip lash was painfully endured by the two prisoners. Both of them kept their teeth gritted and only let out small, constrained yelps of pain. Neither of them wanted to talk, not because they would jeopardize each other—but because it would expose their own goals and missions. They were being selfish and saving each other at the same time. They were two complicated people that fit each other so well. "I'm gonna ask you one more time, and if you still keep your mouth shut—I'll be forced to take a finger or two," threatened their Delta. Clyde barely gave a reaction. The floor was already flooded with his blood but he couldn't care less. He won't die here. Even if he's too weak to break free, he knows she isn't. For the short time he's known her, he knows enough to expect her to resist for another day or two. During that time, he just needs to heal to be able to escape with her. Because he also knows she'll leave him if he's too weak. "What...b

The Supreme Alpha's commanding voice boomed in all four corners of the room. He has stormy gray hair and equally stormy eyes. His regal red mantle rested comfortably on his broad shoulder, and his golden-threaded tunic hugged his well-framed body perfectly. His eyes were as sharp as his jawline. Alessia couldn't find any fault in his physical appearance at all. He was godly. "Have you had your meal yet, Clyde?" Clyde chuckled and shook his head. "I haven't. I was waiting for someone to eat with me until I found out she fell fast asleep," he replied, sparing Alessia a glance. "Oh." The Supreme Alpha's gaze followed Clyde's and met hers. She awkwardly curtsied and avoided his gaze. "Is she your wife?""No." Clyde was quick to deny it as if he hated the very idea of it. "We've formed an alliance with each other and will part ways after our mission." He introduced her as his

"Master, they have been reported to arrive at the Supreme Alpha's palace," muttered a male in some fine tunic, bowing his head in front of another man sitting languidly with half of his body hidden by the darkness of the place. But even from the messenger's position, his presence can still agitate someone from a distance. The shadowed man chuckled humorlessly. "How about that fairy?"His messenger ducked his head and parted his shaking lips. "S-She got away, Master...""Tsk," he scoffed. "Amateurs. Couldn't even restrain a mere forest fairy."The messenger displayed obvious hesitation to speak, before inhaling deeply. "I-I was informed that the fairy suddenly lashed out and escaped... They doubted that she was only a forest fairy because she emitted both properties of fire and water, M-Master.""Now, now, that's interesting..." The 'Master' emerged from the shadows a

The next morning, at the palace courtyard, the three were preparing their stallions. Clyde had a dark black stallion, Marika had a golden brown one, while Alessia was given a black horse with slightly lighter patches. From a distance, they seemed to fit with their horses' colors. The Luna neared them, with the Alpha, and personally gave them cloaks.She handed the last one to Alessia as she smiled genuinely. "I thank the Gods for letting us meet, Alessia. It was nice. You helped me a lot more than you know.""Mhmm," Alessia nodded and took a step closer to whisper. "Take care of yourself here...and I know I'm not the ideal person you should take an advice from, but look at his way sometimes, because he almost never looks away from you."Annika knew who she was pertaining to, which is why a blush crept up to her cheeks. It was the man whose hands are clasped in his back behind her, watching them depart from afar. She could feel his i

 Giorgio couldn't pick up the right words to say. He couldn't believe it himself. They grabbed the wrong girl?! Why didn't she say so for their entire travel? Was it intentional?! Then it was that guy's fault for mistaking their names! He is in disbelief. His eyes darted almost everywhere to avoid Ragna's glare. Ragna is a part-man, part-ogre towering over them. He's almost half as tall as these canopy trees in the rainforest. His enormous wolf fangs don't help lessen the intimidation too. As well as that frighteningly big club. It even has faint bloodstains on it. Giorgio is bewildered. Poppy's life is in danger, just like that! One mistake cost him her life. "L-Let me make up for it," he stuttered. "Another c-chance...I will redeem myself, just give me another chance."Ragna intently stared at him. Giorgio couldn't maintain their eye contact because of the irking fear that's spreading all over his body. Ragna muttered, "We