Celia didn’t sleep, she couldn’t, her eyes remained open until the sun rose outside. She could see it through the curtains, hear as birds chirped and yet instead of thanking the goddess for life, she was condemning her.
Why was she doing this to her?She understood that she had been a wicked little girl in her past, but couldn’t that woman see that she had changed? She had wanted so bad to leave this place last night and Xavier had made a mockery out of her because she couldn’t.She could hear his breaths, his constant sighs, he didn’t sleep either and Celia was glad. Bastard...Sitting up on the blanket, she stretched and forced a yarn for more emphasis. “Apparently there’s no rest for the wicked.”She then stood to her feet and looked over at him. He was laid on his back, sweat dotted all over his forehead as though he was drowning in a fever, Celia could care less, she wanted him dead anyway. “What now? You’re going to leave and latched the door from outside? You’re cruel enough, I wouldn’t put it pass you.”“If I had known it was this hard to deal with kidnapping someone, I’d have let Kail take you down to the dungeon.” He sighed, sitting up on the bed. “We’re going down for breakfast and bare in mind that my f*cking name is Kaheel and not Xavier and if you disrespect me in anyway I’m going to tie you naked to the tree in the centre of the pack lands as punishment. No one disrespects a king and lives, especially if it’s outdoors...so keep your mouth shut if you want to stay in one piece.”Celia scuffed. “You kidnapped the wrong girl, might as well you switch me for Celeste. You’re going to have to hang me naked because I only know you as Xavier and not as a f*cking king...but as a rogue.”She pivoted on her feet and marched over to the door opening it up. She glared at the men who stood by the doorway and just when she was about to open up her mouth and tell them to move, they stepped aside.Xavier must’ve mind linked them...With the same power in her steps, she headed down the stairs. She made it down them in no time, her feet slowing to stop when eyes from left and right bombarded her. What was the ballroom last night had apparently turned into a dining room today and everybody was staring straight at her.There were numerous tables around the room, trays of food situated on each of them and yet it seemed she looked and smelled more interesting than what they were eating.Celia pulled at the shirt she was wearing, now feeling awkward and naked. Was she suppose to say something, do something?Why was they looking at her?If they wanted her to say good morning, she’d never do it, it wasn’t a good morning anyway. Continuing on her way, she tried her best to ignore them until a voice disturbed the room that was once silent.“A rogue should never eat at our table, but since Xavier made you an exception, you can sit on the floor.”Celia glared back at Xavier’s father. The last time she checked, Xavier was a rogue too, and he hadn’t degraded him in any form or way when he found him. “It’s okay, if I have to sit on the floor to eat, I’d rather to hunt my own food.”“Bear in mind that this is our land, you will not hunt anything on it.”“And do you think I’m afraid to hunt outside your borders? Please don’t mind me, I survive in the wild for more than three years.”“Go ahead then, I hope you never retur—”“Father!”The man turned to his son, looking like a child that just got caught stealing candle. “What?”Xavier walked down the last step, glaring at everybody in the room. “I said to be nice, didn’t I? And father you weren’t an exception. Rogue or not, she’ll be the Luna of this pack...she has every right to sit at a table and she’ll be sitting beside me.”“Kahee—”“Celia come...”Celia pulled down the shirt and walked over to him. Everybody except Xavier’s father stood then, bowing their heads in respect. “Good morning Alpha...good morning future Luna.”Future Luna? Well she was anything that was for just today, because by tomorrow she’d find her way out of here or probably she won’t have to, Xavier would be the one to let her go... willingly.Smiling evilly, she followed him over to the table where his father sat, sitting down when he pulled out a chair for her. He sat down right after her and only then did the rest of the pack members sit down too. Did they do this every morning?Celia couldn’t imagine doing something like that everyday, she’d be annoyed, but instead of annoyance, their faces were blank and not a single one of them looked over at Xavier’s table.Celia didn’t have time to wonder why because the silence in the room was once again disturbed by Xavier’s dad.“This is going to bring shame to your name Kaheel and you know it. An alpha king and a rogue.”“It’s true, brother...” Another voice agreed and only then did Kail’s presence at the table became known. “You will be judged.”“For being a rogue...I’ve already been judged by many...I managed to silence them, right? I can do it again.”“Don’t tell me that you’ll go on a rampage again.”“I’m not afraid to.” Xavier pushed a plate of food over to Celia and she smiled.“Thanks Xavier...” She deliberately murmured out, conscious of the fact that he had told her to call him Kaheel, told her to shut up. She wouldn’t listen to him, if she did as he told her, he’d think she wanted to stay.And she wanted no such thing...But in a second, she realized that she had made a mistake because then was when hell really broke loose. Eyes from everywhere was pinned on her again, but his father’s eyes were by far fiercer than the rest.“What did you call my son?”His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was intimidated. “X-Xavier...?”“What did you call my son?” His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was a little intimidated. “X-Xavier...?” The man’s eyes flashed red and his hand came down heavily on the table almost throwing away the food stashed out across it. “I told you to take this god forsaken creature out of here, I’ll break her neck before this day ends. A rogue doesn’t belong here.” Xavier sighed, looking over at her. “Celia what did I—” Celia interrupted him looking over at his father. “And isn’t it ironic that ‘Xavier’ belongs here even though he was a rogue? I’m not a rogue, stop addressing me as though I’m a nobody because my scent is tainted, I have a pack, I wasn’t kicked out, I chose to leave.” “Then go back and leave my son alone.” “It’s your son that keeps holding me captive, I’d have left if he allowed it. Why don’t you tell him to stop keeping me here against my will? Tell him to let me go hom—” Xavier stood up abruptly, grabbing her
A drawled moan left her lips as he removed his teeth from her neck and his hand dipped even lower beneath her panty, grabbing onto one of her ass cheeks. “All mine now.” And Celia’s wolf howled with nothing but pride in her chest. He licked the tender mark, the sudden action making Celia tremble against him. She felt as though she was living in a world of bliss, her arousal was so thick in the air and slick now coated her walls in gallons. She wanted him, she had wanted him for so long and no— “That was to make sure you stay and this...” He lowered her drawers until it fell down to her ankles. “Is to make sure you stay too.” Celia’s eyes glided up to stare into his, the torn shirt falling right off her shoulders. “Why...? Why do you want me to stay?” “Because...” Xavier trailed off, his dark eyes dropping down to her beautiful firm breast. “Because I can’t con—” Both Xavier and Celia turned towards the door when two knocks sounded from it. Within seconds it was pushed open and Xa
Xavier didn’t come back for a while and Celia contemplated using this time to run away until she eventually found herself sneaking down the stairs. She tried to be quiet and yet every move she made had the freaking steps creaking loudly; damn ugly old boards... The noise certainly didn’t stop her though, what did was a tiny voice that came from behind her when she ascended another floor. “Hey...” Celia turned towards the voice, finding the omega from before standing behind her. She looked so innocent, much like Celeste...but that honestly was what made her a threat, one that Celia had to somehow annihilate. “Hi?” “I’m...I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t know th—” “I think you did...” Celia interrupted. “Was your nose clogged?” The girl shook her head, her hands clenching by her sides. “I-I...I wasn’t paying attention, I was ju—” Like the bully Celia was, she chuckled. “Yeah right, I bet you wished it was you...but you see, it won’t ever be you.” She turned her neck, showcasing t
Celia really hadn’t said a word to Xavier after their little heated conversation. She sat in her little corner, stretched, yawned and turned away from the food he brought her until she fell asleep against the walls. Xavier sat and watched as she did the most, honestly frustrated and bored. She was overreacting, he knew and he hoped she knew it too. He did nothing wrong, well except for keeping her here against her will and well...okay, he shouldn’t have done it and he shouldn’t have said what he said. He had made a promise to himself to make this as painless as it could be for her and yet, he was hurting her. He needed a Luna, and he couldn’t just give her position to somebody else. It was hers, but then again, by the goddess, wasn’t he suppose to be hers too? Running a hand through his head of black hair, Xavier sighed. He had spoken to his dad, he knew she was somebody he had known in the past, but he didn’t know exactly who she was. He still wanted her out of the pack and had eve
It was dark, blood; there was so much of it, it coated his hands, his bare skin and ran in gallons from the bodies laid dead in front of him, and yet still there were protesters scattered like ants across the fields. He walked up to them, and even in his sleep, he felt it; the extending of his claws, tearing into the sheets. He kept twisting, kept turning and sweat damped his body as his deeds haunted him... ‘Help me!’ ‘No!’ ‘Please I beg you!’ ‘Don’t kill me...I...!’ Xavier whimpered in his sleep, his mind filled with torment, his heart with pain. ‘I’m innocent!’ ‘I said nothing!’ ‘You’re a demon, no king, a demon from hel—’ In swift movements, his hand reached forward, swiping the woman across the neck, blood sprayed and the screams from bystanders had him jolting up out of his sleep. His eyes shot open and with them, he looked around, realizing that he was not outside on the fields, but in his bedroom. He looked down at his hands, trying but failing to retract his claws.
Celia twisted on the blanket or at least aspired to. The sheets were tangled over her body, the blanket ruffled beneath her, but she was sure that it was none of them that restricted her movements. Xavier’s scent was strong beside her and the weight of his arm was prominent over her waist. It was him, the bastard who had hurt her feelings and her pride yesterday. Opening her eyes, she squinted at his sleeping form. For a bastard, he looked innocent...well maybe not innocent, he looked like the devil he was, a hot monster that she really wanted to eat her up. He had always looked that way, since the very moment they met he had taken her heart in the palm of his hand and had yet to stop squeezing it. She wished that the words he told her last night were true, she wished she could believe them. He said he was trying, to get over Celeste, to be with her, but when was it going to happen? When was he going to show her that he really did try and succeed? Celia sighed, leaning in to rest h
“I hope you won’t rile me up and turn your back on me again...” Xavier shook his head. “I won’t, trust me.” He closed the closet and walked over to sit on the bed. “We’re suppose to go down for breakfast, but I doubt you’d want to go after what happened yesterday. I’ll mind link the omegas not to come up, they will if they don’t see us at breakfast...moreover, the one yesterday was audacious enough to open my door without me telling her to.” “She’s new.” “I know, dad’s trying his best to make me change my mind, I won’t though...I’m conscious of that.” “Well I’m not...” Celia’s eyes were still focused on his chest that was yet to be covered. “Will you not put on a shirt?” “What’s the sense? Am I not going to have to take it off again?” The insinuation of his words had Celia’s clit convulsing. “I guess...” She could feel as her wetness became even more damped, her little fingers gripping the sheets tighter. She wanted to be taken now, ravished; three years, she went without f*ckin
She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. Celia moaned out, her arms reaching for him. “Yours...” And Xavier lost it then, he crept like a predator between her legs, lips lodging in the crook of her neck, licking tentatively at the mark he recently gave her. “You’ve got no choice but to be mine anyway...” his hand ran down her stomach, slipping between her folds. “I’m not going to let you go, not again...so be prepared to be mine forever.” His finger ran along her clit in the most delicate way possible, drawing a broken moan from Celia’s lips. She was in bliss already and he hadn’t done a thing to her yet. His touch was so tender and yet his words sounded so dark, so rough. They for one had Celia’s temperature rising, her poor little legs shaking. What was happening to her? Her mark, her skin, her whole body was so sensitive, everywhere he touch