Alain, kneeling by the Verdean Forest’s soil, stared incredulously at the dead and mangled bodies of the Fire Moon Pack’s Alpha and Luna. Dismembered and torn apart, stabbed and cut piece by piece. They are unrecognizable if not for their scent. Alain shook his head, unbelievable that one’s own pack members can do that to their leader. ‘That’s why you should always treat your fellow wolves properly,’ Orlon, his fierce and unyielding wolf, muttered. “Go and summon Katharine,” said Alain to Apollo. “Tell her we have two lifeless sacrifices for today.” Razel watched as Apollo vanished beyond the shade of huge trees. Apollo was once from the Fire Moon Pack, banished by the Alpha that came before Alpha Jonas for discovering that his Luna was in love with Apollo. “Take away all their clothes.”Alain gazed at the dead bodies of the Alpha and Luna, both reeking of a foul smell that one wished to never breathe again. “Burn their appare
Present DayAs soon as Sasha opened the library door, the view of Cal’s head atop a porcelain plate, surrounded by what seems to be petals of chrysanthemum, made her heart cease to beat for a second. ‘This is pure cruelty,’ she thought and her fingers curled into a fist at that. But one look on her face, Alpha Alain Irons already knew what she thought. One look at her auburn hair and amber eyes, he knew this is her—the only daughter of Sheila, the woman he loved. But even though she is a blood of her blood, a flesh of her flesh…‘This is not her. And I doubt she will recognize me for who I am.’ “You must be Sasha Forster,” his dark voice echoed. It was only him and her in the library, alone and unbothered. Sasha hugged her arms. “Why have you called for me?” Alain stalked towards her. His muscles tensing with every step he takes. His eyes straight on her face.The face of the woman he saved eighteen years ago. ‘No,
“You—bitch!” Apollo managed to stop Sasha’s hand mid-air, incapacitating her to the ground. The letter opener, its tip so sharp, fell to the ground with a mighty thud beside Sasha’s face where it almost cut her cheek. “Enough, Apollo.” Alain held his hand with unimaginable strength. “You know our deal.” ‘Our deal is to hold the Fire Moon Pack in our palms and take Sasha as my bride so that Sheila’s Unbreakable Oath will be lifted…’ The Shadow Rose Alpha mind-linked with Beta Apollo. The latter took a step back and strode for the door without looking back at them again. “You are just like Cal,” Sasha panted and slowly rose from the floor, gasping for breath. “A Shadow Wolf will never be my Alpha.” “For now.” Alain lifted his chin. “I understand your mixed emotions. Anger. Confusion—” he smirked before muttering the last word. “Happiness.” Sasha gasped at the final emotion Alain mentioned. It’s true actu
“Since we are together now, dearest wolves of Fire and Moon, I don't want to change anything.” The bastard’s voice echoed in the arena, giving Sasha an unabashed goosebumps that sent the hair at the back of her neck standing. Whispers from different status of wolves began to flood and her own murmurs soon joined them. “However—” the Lord of Shadows emphasized, “There will only be a few changes to the pack’s status.” Alain looked at Apollo and Razel and the two immediately knew what to do. “Slaves will be on the right. Omegas on the left. The Betas and Healers will remain in the middle.” Marching in solemn pace from the two Beta’s loud commands, Sasha hid her frowned face—for the silver-edged whip they were holding would no doubt kiss her skin the moment she yielded such face. “You.” Alain pointed at her. “Bring her to me.” Sasha blinked, shocked at his unexpected demand. “Now,” he added with a fierce tone. Sasha walked towards him. And with eve
One by one, the Slaves and Omegas disappear to the dungeons below. They were silent like lambs being escorted by their shepherd back to their cage. And it includes Sasha, of course. He walked briskly towards them, fast and subtle when a hand shot at his left shoulder. Heavy and intimidating. “We should talk, Ansel.” Ansel growled with burning fury and flaming rage and sizzling anger. He could kill him by what he did to Sasha. He could whip him like how Cal used to do to him. But he remained calm, blocking his emotions from clouding his judgment. “So brave of you to call me candidly by my first name, Alpha.” Alpha. The title tastes sour in his tongue. No, not sour. Bitter. But Alain ignored his statement. Instead, he urged him to follow him beyond the tall green grasses. Fresh blood trickled in his leg when he shifted to face Alain. The grasses were still sharp like a hunter’s blade after all. “What is it?” “Cal is dead now.”
Sasha was never afraid of the dark before. But now that the Shadow Wolves are here… ‘I’m just lucky that the silver whip didn’t do as much harm as what that bastard Alain has done to my face!’ Her thoughts might have been the one that made her retire in the corner of the prison immediately. But it was actually to hide the still-fresh wound in her face even though the shadows can choke her to death in a minute. Good thing that Alain was not here in the dungeons. Yet. She listened to the still-noisy surroundings: Omegas punching the walls and Slaves crying until their throats break, pleading for mercy that three days is just too much. Too much to handle, too much to endure. “Then what are we going to do?!” one Omega shrieked with such disdain that Sasha thought was just overreacting. “We might as well die sleeping,” another said softly but with clarity. “At least we’re not punished under the sun like Cal used to do…” Others still hav
Day one has indeed already started as Sasha only bit her lower lip when her stomach rumbles. ‘I’m hungry…’ But that’s the only thing she can do. Whisper. And hope. And probably close her eyes again for another hour as the sun started its descent into the skies. The tangerine light that bathed the room did not wither her impatient-ness. Yes she’s eager for these freaking three days to pass immediately, but that would also mean that she will be back to her usual routine as a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack. Or probably not. “Isn’t that exciting?” Her brows furrowed at Annika, her fellow Slave that she just had a full conversation at the very moment. Most of the time Annika spent on watching the pig’s pen—and sleeping with them of course since no Slaves have their own quarters, they rarely talk to one another, apart from those tight nods they exchanged when they senses that Cal will whip or torment them again. “Alpha Alain said that we’ll no longer be Sla
The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a gentle glow over the tranquil scene in the heart of the Fire Moon Pack. Nestled in the heart of the dense Verdean Forest where the Fire Moon Pack’s abode is just a few distance away, a dinner party was held. A party for only the privileged like Ansel, while the not-so-privileged remained accompanied by the darkness in the dungeons. Just like Sasha Forster. This night is indeed where a magical gathering happens, where nature's beauty intertwined with werewolf elegance. The clearing in the middle of the ground was adorned with tall, majestic trees, their outstretched branches creating a natural canopy that cast thick shadows upon the grassy floor. Ansel rubbed his bare soles, anxious despite the onyx suit he was wearing. “Don’t worry about her.” He immediately spun around, only to find it was just his bestfriend and now his right hand, Giro. “It’s just me, Alpha.” Alpha. The title