Another war ended and there was more to go, the humans didn't think they deserved to lose, something bigger was coming and Xavier had to make sure that when it came he was prepared for it. Months have passed, and though they have yet to strike, Xavier knew eventually they would. They have found out how to make their own wolfbane, it was more powerful now and Xavier wasn't sure if his wolf would be enough to deflate the pain.But where there's a will, there's a way. He 'd take them down like he did last time and he wouldn't give them the bloody choice to surrender.His pack had no reason to look down on him now, he had the power they could only dream of, a power not even his father was strong enough to have.And he had a wolf that talked to him as a friend, he had two brothers, and now he was on his way to have his very own family. Taking the bowl filled with porridge from his mother, he walked over to Celia who pouted around the dining table. "Does it take so long to boil porridge?"
As soon as Xavier walked outside, he saw Zillon. He was leaning against a tree in the yard, arms folded across his chest. "I hope you didn't wait long."Zillon looked towards him, easing off the tree. "I didn't...I got here not too long ago."And then there was silence, an awkward silence as Xavier got closer to him. With a sigh, he pocketed his hands. He wasn't sure if the broken relationship between him and Zillon could ever be mended. They had driven too far from each other...both of them had slipped into different worlds and Xavier wasn't sure if they could make it back to each other.It was sad and unfortunate, but regardless of their relationship, Xavier would always be there to protect him and Zillon would do the same. They were still brothers, despite the arguments, despite the past. They grew up together; in different ways, but they grew up as friends...both coveting a title that neither of them should've ever had to fight for.But it was time to let go of that now. Xavier wa
Xavier looked down at the people who stood below him, then at the crown his father held in his hand. It was designed in a unique way, the color a dark shade of red to represent the Pack’s name; The red Blud Pack. Xavier wasn’t sure how to describe his current feelings, but pride ran like blood through his veins. He was about to be crowned king; an accomplishment he never thought a rogue like him could achieve. After the war, everything changed, even he did. He wasn’t the old Xavier anymore, he was Kaheel now, not the son of Alpha Gregory but the son of Alpha King Hayden. He wasn’t soft, wasn’t an emotional wreck that’d break down because of a girl. He was over that, over Celeste and now all he had in mind was ruling his pack with a strong mind-set. If he faltered, they’d look down on him, his father told him he had to rule with an iron fist, nothing could go pass him. The simplest treason should result in a war and death would be the reward of those who defied him. He’d have to be
Xavier looked down at her, gaze so different from before. “I want nothing to do with you…” “But you said th—” “Forget about what I said, it was all a lie… I wasn’t using Celeste, I was using you.” The vulnerable look in Celia’s eyes hardened and even though her heart ached, she wouldn’t let him see. “It’s harsh, but it’s okay… I hope you didn’t think I’d crawl behind you like a lost puppy and beg for your love, because I won’t.” “I’m glad, now if you’d just…just leave me the f*ck alone.”*** Celia remembered those words like they were said to her just yesterday. It was on the day that she was set free from her prison cell, she had followed him outside only to be greeted by not a smile, but an expression of anger, of hate. He had been staggering, he had looked so darn pitiful and weak that she wanted to help, but she had been too inquisitive…for as he said, he wanted nothing to do with her… Why hadn’t he told her that before though? Why hadn’t he rejected her the very first time
Celia had to commend herself, she got into a pack as dangerous as the Alpha king’s with little to no effort, but then again, everybody was busy or rather distracted by the ball. It had already started, in fact, it has been going on for some time now. Slow songs were playing and women and men were lined out across the floor. Celia stayed in the corner, her eyes fixated on the man sat on the very top of the podium between the previous Alpha king and the former Luna. His eyes swept across the floor, his hand holding up his chin. According to Celia, nothing about him changed, his hazel orbs were still as captivating as the very first time she looked in them, and everything else as well. His whole physique had her in chains and even though many scents floated across the room, his was the strongest… It kept tempting her, making her want to go to him and the fact that her wolf kept whispering ‘mate’ in her head made the situation even worst. Back when she had first met him, she wasn’t ab
Xavier stepped down from his high seat, walking confidently down the steps at the side of the podium. Without hesitance, he lodged himself before the women who cowered at his presence. Whispers could be heard among the room and yet Xavier didn’t waver, his eyes were so cold, so serious...even as they ran along the beautiful faces of the unmated girls. “You...” He pointed at one of them and with eyes as wide as saucers and a racing heart, Celia watched as the girl he called upon stepped forward. “Yes alpha...” Her voice was soft, her head bowed...it seems she had been trained for this. “What’s your name?” “A-Anna Treston.” Xavier took a step towards her, lifting her chin and Celia’s heart felt as though a rope was tied tight around it. Would he re— “Step aside Anna...I don’t think you’re her...” The girl bowed her head and did as told and Xavier continued onto the other girls. One by one he analysed them until no more was left and only then did he step back. “I choose...” He tra
"You smell like her...you smell so much like her...Celeste my love." His face drew even closer to her neck and on the soft skin, he laid a gentle kiss. "You kinda look like her too or maybe it's just that I miss her too much." Celia's face hardened as she pushed him away, the pain in her heart unbearable. "Don't touch me when you're thinking about someone else, you want nothing to do with me, act like it." She stomped her way towards the exit, but just before she opened up the door Xavier grabbed her. "You can't leave, I'll advise them to kill you if you go out there." "Don't think for a second that it's Celeste you're talking to, I'm a beta, I'm not weak...I survived a war on sheer will power, I can survive anything else." She tried pulling her hand out of his, but Xavier pulled her against his chest. "I'm sure you wouldn't be able to win a fight against Kail if he came out there for you, and furthermore, I chose you...you'll have to stay...you'll have to be Luna." "I did not as
Slowly he reached for her face, wiping the single teardrop that streamed down her cheek. “Don’t cry, at least not because of me...” Celia shifted away from him. “Don’t touch me, you’ve done enough and you’ve said enough too. I swear to god I hate you with every string that makes up my heart and nothing you do will ever change that. I regret coming here, I should’ve stay away from you, but my stupidity apparently has no bounds.” She wiped her eyes and refused to fixate them on him. “I want to go back home, to my people, to Celeste...I shouldn’t have had to lose my old life because of you.” “It’s harsh, but I can’t let you go back...at least not yet...” He grabbed her by the wrist again and continued to pull her down the hall. It seems the ball was over because when they went back onto the floor, only a few persons were inside. Xavier pulled her pass them all and headed up a long narrow stairs. “My room is at the very top, that’s where you’ll be staying and just in case you even thin