AMALAOnce I’ve introduced myself to almost every important member of the Greymound pack, I head outside and head straight to the rose garden next to the hotel. Seth is stuck with wolves sucking up to him with their flowery compliments and I feel like his lip twitch from the unnerving swarming wolves near in his personal bubble.Well, it is perfect timing for me to sneak away from the attention so I can take a huge breather.Once I reach the rose garden, I'm awed at the sight of the scenery. The large moon above becomes a beacon of light to the abandoned rose garden, giving a natural lighting to the sight of the dark red roses.It’s conveniently abandoned in huge contrast to the Avenue square where everyone is partying. I can still hear the chatter from a distance. As I step inside and continue looking around, giving an appreciative view on this place. It’s like I’m Alice in Wonderland, curious and eager in a new world.Krieg’s words suddenly come to my mind and I regret thinking abo
AMALAMy cheeks turned bright red after being caught not only eavesdropping on other wolves but also checking him out like he was some kind of rare fine specimen.That is, he is truly a sight to see.Yet, he doesn’t beat around the bush as he says, “I’m Damien, one of the Omegas here, it is an honor to be graced by your presence, Future Luna.""O-omega?" Startled, I examine him once more. "Are you sure you are an Omega?"According to my lessons, wolves' rank and prestige define their looks…well, mostly about their beauty. So, it is hard to believe with those looks, he should be more of an Alpha!"Ah, I get that a lot but I was born from a normal omega gardener and a female human. That's where I got her looks from. You heard them calling me a hybrid, right?""Ah…right." The heat on my cheeks hasn't faded away as I keep embarrassing myself to this stranger. "My name is Amala Gaines, soon-to-be Luna. Err…Shouldn't be here? I mean this place is off-limits.""Oh, that?" He chuckles and the
AMALA “After her!” On cue, running sounds reverberate the cracked pavement of the Red Light District. My breathing becomes erratic, my heart could almost burst out of my chest any moment and my feet are getting numb from this endless cat and mouse chase. Yet, I continue running as fast as I can, ignoring my consciousness slowly slipping away. I couldn't care less about my condition if it meant I could avoid getting caught by these loan sharks. Loan sharks whom my mother borrowed before she killed herself. And as her living descendant, I’m forced to hide myself until I pay every penny she borrowed from them. And right now, I still haven’t reached that amount yet. If they catch me, what will happen next? Who knows if they will sell me off to the wolves? Or worse… These pessimistic thoughts only motivate me to stay focused. But the gap hasn't decreased since the start of this run and if I falter, they will definitely capture me. I just need a diversion, like a sea of crowds o
AMALA I suddenly have flashbacks in my dream. Like a motion picture revealing scenes of my life going backwards until it reaches my childhood. Memories I keep hidden as it only brings me a reminder of my miserable life now. When I was young, my father passed away, leaving the three-year-old me with my grief-stricken mother. Not long after, she started selling herself and brought different men to our house. She called them her "clients". One of them got interested in me when I started growing a pair of boobs and he started fondling them. But I got so pissed and repulsed with his actions that I stabbed his hand with a fork. My mother beat me with a belt afterwards. Honestly, I didn't have any fond memories of my mother as she always spent her time either with her clients or drinking away with her misery. I tolerated her whims as she was the only blood family that I ever had. Until I turned sixteen, she got pregnant with one of her clients. "Why wouldn't you just abort it, mom?"
AMALA I have no other choice. If I want a higher chance of escape, I should blend in with the crowd. So I stole some clothes and threw my old, worn ones to the incinerator. The dress doesn't even look exactly expensive either. The bodice dark blue dress that hugs the curves of my body is a bit short as its skirt reaches at the tip of my knees. I kicked off my old combat navy boots and replaced them with black leather shoes which were conveniently situated next to the dress. I do hope I won't attract attention, seeing that I just sneakily come out from the lower ground floor. Fortunately, they are too distracted with the music, the loud chatters and the food they consume that once again, I am lucky enough to roam casually around. The place I am in now is the function room of the Diamond Hotel. I recognize the familiar faces of affluent families from the human side. These are those who benefit the wolves and remain wealthy as long as they provide what the wolves want. Yet, this is
SETH I have been desperately searching for my mate. When I received my wolf, the moon goddess came to my dream telling me that my mate isn’t within my pack. So I’ve searched far and wide. From packs from different continents and I still haven’t found her till now. Perhaps she hasn’t been born yet? But it’s been TWELVE-BLOODY-YEARS! It’s unheard of an Alpha of the pack to rule without a mate. My wolf whimpers after hearing my thoughts as I assure it that I haven’t given up yet…not until the end of the Red Moon Ceremony. “Alpha Seth, call me when you need me in case of an emergency.” Finrel, my most trusted Beta, bows as he heads out. Conscientious as usual, he makes sure that I’ve been given more privacy for my “current” Luna.” The Red Moon Ceremony has begun and as usual, the wolves are influenced by the Red Moon's magic and their lust for their mates heightened. This is the last place I haven't been to in my search for my fated mate. If she isn’t here, this will be the last st
AMALAShock enters my mind as I remain frozen stiff when I feel this stranger’s lips snatched mine. Confusion comes after when I slowly process what is going on.When I feel his soft lips, I am almost in complete surrender, allowing all the tension of my body released at his mercy.This man—no, this werewolf—kisses me and I…allow it. He doesn’t stop as his hand snakes around my nape and pulls me in as he deepens the kiss.My eyes widen from his warmth as his experienced lips devouring mine gives me a foreign heat that is about to be released. "Hng!"I gasp out a moan and this gives him the opportunity to slide his tongue inside and relish his time exploring, enticing my tongue as he focuses playing around the sensitive spots. When I keep releasing throaty mewls, it only encourages him to deepen this French kiss. Ah, fuck it. I give up. I return the kiss, fighting for dominance and I feel the faint delight hearing him groan from my inexperience.But he refuses to cave in. His teeth
AMALA“Ah…nn…ahn…” A lewd throaty voice escapes from my lips as my tongue sticks out for him to devour with his. Slurping sounds of our tongues tangled in a messy dance, echo the whole VIP room as both of his hands are now fondling my clothed breasts.I used to hate it when I experienced this the first time as a teenager but now, with his heated touch, my body screams for more. Once again, his kiss, his touch and the knee purposefully pressing on my crotch make me oddly wanton to go further.Then, his lips part from mine, leaving a trail of saliva before it breaks as his mouth kisses through my cheek, the fine lines of my chin until it trails down to my neck as he quickly finds my sensitive spot."Ah!"He later continues abusing that spot as he pinches my clothed nipple hard. It should hurt as tears streaming from my eyes from the way he aggressively abused my perky tits. He latches the front zipper of my stolen dress and pulls it down until it ends on my navel as his hands pry th