Alpha Farrell's POVAfter finding it impossible to sleep I walk out of my room and into the bright hallway. The wound in my leg has completely healed now and it is easier for me to walk. I decided to walk around the house. I might as well keep watch since it was so hard to find sleep. A part of me knew the reason why I wasn't able to sleep but I wasn't willing to admit it. I shouldn't in any way be troubled about her well being. She deserved to suffer for refusing me outrightly and I wasn't going to let her go scott free. Not this time. The sound of barely hushed laughter filled my ears just before I turned the corner. I quickly recognized the manly voices as those of some Gammas on night duty. I was about to walk past them and remind them of their duty because it didn't sound like they were doing a good job watching the pack house but then I heard my name. "Al... alpha Farrell is a fucking weakling." It was a slap to my face. I hid further within the shadows as I waited to hear
Alpha Farrell I was clearly still irritated by Star's rejection. I am the Alpha and no one was supposed to have the boldness to face me, talk more of rejecting me. I blamed myself for trying to show even a shred of niceness to her. I should have killed her from the start or snapped her throat then in the cell, making it easier for her. I knew I had to get her out of my system and out of my mind. Something about the way she pushed me away seemed to pull me closer. It was probably my curiosity getting the best of me. Working out had always helped clear my head. It definitely helped me get through the time I lost Amy and was what I needed now. I pulled off my shirt and dropped to the floor with my palms propping my chest up. My muscles tensed up as I did too many push-ups. I kept losing count and seemed to go on for minutes effortlessly pushing myself up and down. It would definitely be more exciting if I had Star tied to my back as I worked out. Her wiggling to get off would add t
Star's POVI sat with tears running down my face as the event from three days ago played over and over again in my aching head. The hospital room was quiet as I sat alone within it. The look of hurt and sadness overwhelmed my features. I slowly pressed the fruit a nurse had given me earlier that day into my mouth. The orange slipped onto my taste buds and I instantly felt the urge to lap at the yellow goodness. I gave in to it, allowing my tongue to press against the orange. I moaned internally when the sweetness attacked my buds leaving me thirsty for more. As I lapped at it one more time an image flashed through my mind. I groaned at the sight of Alpha Farrell slowly licking my bruised neck. His almost rough tongue although just a memory, felt like it was invisibly taking advantage of me. I felt my eyes water as I threw the orange away. A gaging sound escaped my dry throat and I badly want to get up and run away from here, from blood moon pack altogether. Goddess I hated it her
I squinted at the blinding sun peeking through the curtains as I slowly rose from the bed. The floor felt cold under my feet as I stood. I turned around and grimaced when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. With my hair hanging off my head and my red eyes looking empty, I looked sick. It wasn’t anything new. I never looked good after waking and appearance was the least thing I was bothered with. I had better things to occupy my mind with instead of pondering on my looks. If anyone cared to ask, I would say I looked just like my nightmares. No one who is forced to replay the worst event of his life could ever look good after waking. Rubbing my neck, I tried to free my troubled mind of Amy’s dying image. Groaning out loud when the images still persisted, I took off my clothes. Flinging them to the floor, I reached into my closet for a different outfit. My hand found my forehead when my thoughts drove straight to her. I didn’t want to but I couldn’t help but remember Star
Star’s POV The sound of birds probably perching on trees outside the prison pulled me out of sleep. My eyes open to the bright light in the room coming from the little window at the top of the cell wall. If only I was the size of a rat, I would scurry out that window without a second thought. The twittering of the birds continued and I could not help but wonder how it felt to be out there in the open. I could not say I missed how I had felt when I still had my freedom in my pack as that was not a good experience in itself. I had been mocked and bullied and whenever I got back indoors after a beating from a pack mate, I would be told to stay in the safety of my room for days. So I had never really known what freedom truly felt like but I was certain these birds definitely knew. Their noise seemed to increase and my lip tilted up in a ghost of a smile. they probably were celebrating an event or simply going about their business. I was not allowed to attend parties then. It was
Farrell's POV After eating as much of the tasteless breakfast as I could I buried myself into my work. Occupying myself with paperwork was much better than having to suffer in the darkness of my mind. I turned the pages in a file, pausing once in a while to be sure what they each contained. Then my movement stopped as I focused on a paper. It was a petition and had been brought to my table yesterday. I read through the lines and frowned at the words written within. He wanted me to spare a few weak slaves. Those who were injured until they were strong enough to stand in battle so we don't waste useful slaves. They were wastes already and if he couldn't see that then there was a serious problem. Rising from my seat, I grabbed the paper as I walked out of my office. "Raphael!" My voice thundered as I entered the training grounds where I knew the warrior head would be. "Raphael!" I yelled with my alpha force, pulling the attention of men, women and wolves, some of which began to s
Star's POV There have been days in the past when I fought for my pride. Times when I stood up boldly claiming my equality. There were times when I actually felt like I was the same with everyone. It is only taking more time, my mom would say. You will surely shift darling. Those words so became false hope as I never did. I spent years watching my family drift away from me. How they celebrated whenever a sibling of mine shifted. How they made me stay indoors all day because I was too weak to survive the outside world. Then I tried to prove them wrong and experience the day like every other werewolf. I had stormed into the woods but I never came back out the same. I was bruised all over from the beating of my peers. My mother had cleaned the cuts as she scolded me and soon enough I had healed. Only I wasn't only bruised on the outside. Internally I was still bleeding. My heart was broken, my pride was torn, my mind was wounded and there was nothing anyone could do about it beca
Archer's POV After Maa spoke to me I decided not to neglect my duty as beta to Farrell and to remember how much help I will not only be doing my brother but also my pack if I could make him see his mistake So I went about my day as normal but Farrell had caused some changes that were annoying. I couldn't reverse some things like the slaves that were already killed and it pissed me off. We needed to handle the pack with wisdom. How could he make such serious decisions alone? Didn't he remember the importance of this slaves? If he kills off all of them then our men would have to stand the dangerous life threatening gaps that tend to occur during clashes with other packs. We could train the strong slaves and