Thorien's POVFor starters, I thought that pregnant woman who had been turned, looked fucking astonishing, but when the realization of her being the wife to that same Festin my mother was still obviously in love with, flipped my brain. Just by receiving the little soft side of her, turned my head left to right, slowly. I could only but imagine what my mother would do to her if she found out that she's eating her special cooking.Staying with mother made me calculate how dangerous she could be when bitten. She was naturally soft on the outside and act calmly too. But when provoked, things must go wrong."This is Thugh, son. My wife and your step mother." Festin took his eyes away from me and softly looked at Thugh whom he called his wife. "And that's Thorien, my son."The warm smile from that dazzling beauty did some weird things to my groin, but when I pulled my eyes down to her swollen belly, my heart crushed. How could such a balanced diet be tied down with pups? And what if this ma
Festin's POVSeeing my son's reaction the moment he glanced up and his eyes met with the chandelier, drew our attention. Thugh and I walked back the way we came, just watching Thorien's suddenly drowsiness. We did need anyone to tell us we are looking at a boy who had been soaked in trauma for the longest time possible. Whatever happened in the past, still haunts him till that day. Which got me worried."I think we should bgo wake him up. He seems to be reliving a bad past." One look at my fresh mango beside me, I nodded in agreement to what she has suggested.Dragging my eyes to her baby bump, my hands rubbed over her belly and felt those swimmers fighting to feel their father's touch."They're fighting again, Festin. I just can't understand why they would fight everytime you put your hands there. I guess you're more special than their mother."Chuckling at Thugh's playful words as always, I glanced up at her and reached for her warm and supple cheeks. "You can't get jealous at them
Brina's POVFor my son to sentence me in that manner showed how furious he was. And whenever he was raging mad, things got so bad that it would need a repair that could last for months to come. With one glance at Thorien, I ran back into the castle in tears. Although I was worried for the kind of punishment my son would give me, bit on a second note, I was a bit calm knowing he would be venting his anger on, his Luna maybe? Or…My speed down to my chamber slowed after a knock. "Where might Dein be?" Thinking if several possibilities that Dein might be in trouble now that we were in central pack, got my haies standing.Rushing into my room, I picked up the telephone to make a call when I heard a soft knock on the door. Slowly, I turned to face the door, then placed the receiver back in the holder."Yeah."The door clicked open and a young man walked in with a food cart. Who the hell ordered for a meal to be cooked by that hour."Who asked for a meal to be served when we're in the middl
Thorien's POVWith a furious bloated face, I clenched my jaw while walking alongside Festin. Still in the loop of him ever being my father or worse, the son of a lycan, got the headaches rising. He did look a lot like me, undeniably handsome, if where I was isn't some sick joke played by Wolland and his witch circle, then…"You better think less about me being your father because I am." Festin broke into my head again without looking at me.The feeling I got of him chuckling in his head for me wondering how far are we."I have a million things to do back in central pack, but I'm gonna let you have me for a little while." I had to respond to him through a mind-link as well since he had succeeded in distracting me and invading my privacy. "As soon as we're done here, you send me back there."This time, Festin turned his head to take a glance at me while continuing his walk through the neverending bridges. "We're never be done in Freedom House. And I'm certain, one hundred percent certai
Dein's POVStripped before the rogue werewolves made me feel like an ant getting crushed under the boot. I was humiliated in the highest standard for a beta by the lowest and dirtiest kind of werewolves. My whole body was stained but it was so sad that I couldn't do anything, because, here in the central dungeon, as soon as one is brought in here, it would take extra strength to be able to escape the punishment of the evil prison. And when crowded like me, you wouldn't even gave a chance to think."I'm sorry, Dein, how I wish I could do anything for you." That was what I imagined would have come out of my wolf's mouth if only he had that privilege to interact with me just like the born werewolves.That's right. We the transformed have no business with our wolf's directly, per say. They would want us to shift into them if they sense any danger around, and that's why we were always careful how we do this, especially when with the humans for business or something important that would tak
Chosan's POVThe moment Thugh ran out of the room as if she was being chased, I began to wonder what exactly I had said that would have made her dash out the way she did. All I could get out of it was that I mentioned the witch circle, nothing else. It was what I saw. Although it wasn't in a pleasant way."You shouldn't touch me or I'm gonna take out your tongue and crunch your bones." These words were all I screamed in my head just by looking at the woman so intently that I felt her heard was swelling and it was gonna explode any second now.Come to think of it, that was pretty intense for me to imagine it say to that old lady who didn't look a bit scary from the outside. Neat clothes, hair done up without a so hle strand dangling on her face or the sides. Her outer appearance was presentable in every way, and accommodating.But why did that vibe she suddenly emitted drive me to grab her hand and never let go? Freaking weird as hell. When I did it anyway, my eyes felt as if they were
Festin's POVGoing out of what seemed to be something challenging, as I sat in the tallest of the trees, overlooking several packs that was shutting my son in there, my head started to grow bigger. The thoughts from ever corner draining me, and it ached my heart the more."Hundreds of years now and my son is still in there, in that cage. He's living a fake life which isn't supposed to be. Just how do I take him out of there? How do I get him to know what his heritage truly is?"While perching in that tree, the many questions didn't seem to be enough the more I ask them. If not that I wanted to avoid bloodshed, I would have taken the bloody road. Before filling most of the streets with blood, I would have somehow gotten to my son. The delay was dragging me down every second. Just as I continued to drown high up in the tree, the wind carried a familiar scent through my nostrils.My eyes got sharper suddenly and I looked straight down beneath the tree and listened closely while clenching
Festin's POVAfter sending the witch to her new room, some minutes later, Thugh and I were there in our bathtub, preparing for bed. It had been a long while with her and I couldn't be more grateful that she was there in my life. With the way it started, she wouldn't have been with me because of the constant pushing away. She took it upon herself to bite down her tears and come out as the winner someday."Give me a chance, Festin. I truly love you." She would say so desperately. "You can always look for your family while still with me, I won't fight with you."Whenever she started her confession, I saw the determination in her eyes. She was way younger than I was and also a human who was bitten and then turned into a werewolf. Her journey wasn't at all sweet, not even a bit of enjoying in her life before we met. Parents killed by the raging beasts then got the bite from the curses one.With all those gruesome things stacked, how would I have a mind to take her into my life? I couldn't