Ansel was on fire like the candle in the lamp. This was his first time, and her first time.
Their first time ever together, bodies danced to the song of pleasure. Clothes discarded on the cold floor covered by the darkness of the night.
“Dawn is nearing,” Sasha murmured between Ansel’s flesh.
“Who cares about the dawn?”
She shrugged, letting his material slide inside her mouth again. Devouring him whole, tongue playing and lingering.
“Even if vultures surround us, we have all the time in the world, Sasha.”
“We don’t.” Sasha released him and sat. Though Ansel’s weight made the half of her body still pinned on the hay earth. “Am I going too fast? Am I too big?”
Sasha shook her head in answer. “No. Can’t you see the sky from the window? It’s already the break of dawn!”
But the Beta pressed his hand on her bosom and entered at her back, continuing their interaction. She sighed and just laid her body flat on the ground. “Fine. Just promise me this will be our last round.”
Ansel grinned with his teeth flashing. His wet lips dive down on the neck of the beauty before him, moaning and crying out his name with every sensual thrust he did.
***
“You seem tired, Sasha.” Klea, a ginger-haired Slave who is also Alpha Cal’s favorite toy to be whipped, pinched her arm in question.
She faced her bestfriend, a smile growing wide with every word she spoke. “I just lost my virginity to Ansel.”
“I knew it!” Klea exclaimed. “I thought it was Giro and Rhia’s moans I heard at midnight. Turns out it’s the two of you!”
Sasha’s cheeks heated as her bestfriend told her that. “Maybe they are also doing it, you know.”
“Yeah,” Klea purred as she pressed the cloth in warm water and wiped the window clean. They are currently cleaning Cal’s library, which makes them anxious every second. Hence, they resorted to talking to each other to relieve them of their worries.
The sky is quite gloomy today. Though there is no snowflake that fell, the wind is enough to let them wear long sleeves and jeans to keep their body warm. Winter is becoming colder day by day.
“I guess it has been a trend among our pack that Betas and Slaves have a sexual relationship, eh?”
Sasha just glanced at her, lips curling into a faint smile.
“So tell me then. How does it feel to do your long-time childhood friend and bestfriend?” Sasha burst out giggling at that question. Leaning into Klea’s ears, she whispered. “It feels heaven and graceful and very uplifting to the soul.”
Klea’s mouth slowly fell open to a gasp. “Really?” Her girl bestfriend leaped in excitement, cheeks blushing and filling with heat that she doesn’t know why. “I hope I can also get laid by a Beta, too.”
Sasha gently pushed her while they laughed loudly. But it halted when the sound of the doorknob turning registered in their ears.
It’s just a second. It’s just a matter of seconds as Klea took a step backward for the fear she always felt when the Alpha’s footsteps echoed in the area crawled in her skin. All it takes is one second and the loudness of the gilded onyx vase falling to the floor resonated into Sasha’s ears, ringing like the sound of a death bell.
And the ruthless eyes of Alpha Cal greeted the two Slaves.
***
“I’m so sorry, Alpha!” Klea ended up kneeling on the floor, where the splinters of the black-and-gold vase scattered. The most prized vase of the Steel Pack’s leader that dated back to the great, great grandfather of Alpha Jonas.
Klea lowered her head further to the floor, already facing the frigid ground of Cal’s library without any hint of hesitation.
“You wicked little bitch—”
“It was me, Alpha Cal.” Sasha’s eyes darted to the bruised thigh of her bestfriend, injured by the same man in front of them a week ago for staining Alpha Cal’s clothes with a bit of blood due to Klea’s monthly period.
Being a Slave doesn’t only mean you have a destitute life. You also have a weak strength when it comes to healing, making scratches and graze took days to heal. And weeks for greater injuries.
Her bestfriend’s bruise might take two or three weeks more before it completely leave her mocha skin.
Klea looked at her as if to ask ‘why did you do that?’ But Sasha’s head remained bowed down, refraining to look at her bestfriend nor the ruthless wolf demon in front of her, whose every step is a signal to brace herself to whatever hell Cal may plunge her in.
“Pick her up.” It was a command to the soft-hearted Beta Giro, who Sasha heard had more pity left in his heart than any of Cal’s Betas. “I said pick her up.” Alpha Cal of the Fire Moon Pack reiterated, voice unfaltering and full of terror.
Giro hesitated, stopping before Sasha—whose tears now began to flow from the windows of her soul. “I SAID PICK HER UP!!!”
Giro landed before Sasha, his back aching upon the hit of the tip of Cal’s silver-edged whip. Pain barked throughout his bones and Sasha can vividly see it in a glance at the merciful Beta. Cal struck again, his silver-edged whip carving onto Giro’s back.
“Please Alpha, stop it!” Sasha stood and tried to halt the Alpha, but Cal’s whip instead landed on her face. On her beautiful face, the face that Ansel just kissed hours ago.
Klea’s shriek echoed so loud that it almost broke her throat. Another strike of Cal’s instrument lashed at Sasha’s thigh. And another at her feet. And another at her back as Sasha kissed the cold, luscious floor of Cal’s library.
The Alpha’s mighty hand did not stop hitting Sasha, this time at her back—his favorite part of her. Her Achilles’ Heel. Sasha’s scream played like a broken radio, reverberating in the book-filled room over and over again.
“Bring her to my room.” Giro did not so much as hoist his enraged face when he ushered the bloody Sasha to a stand.
When he saw how Giro helped Sasha stand, Cal instead reached for her auburn hair. Gipping it as if it has no life of its own, dragging Sasha towards his bedroom.
Only a sigh came out from Sasha’s lips.
Sasha is shaking, her body unable to get a grip of its own. But she ignored the throbbing of her heart. Ignored the beads of sweat that threatened to blurry her vision. Ignored the little voice inside her head to get the shard of the vase she slid inside her pocket and plunged it deep in the Alpha’s dark heart. She remained stiff and frozen to the bed where Cal had thrown her. “Judging by your face…” she felt a dark caress in her skin courtesy of the Alpha’s heavy hand. “You’re not really the one who broke that ancient thing, aren’t you?” Her lips remained pursed. She denied speaking even when asked by him. All Sasha did was let her tears stream down her face and accept whatever punishment Cal would bestow her. “You’re still not answering me.” The sea of silence becomes deeper, spreading between them second by second. “How many times have I told you to ANSWER ME WHEN I ASK!!!” Cal is already gripping her jaw, squeezing her face unt
Sasha wished she never lied that she was the one who broke the vase. She should have not welcomed Ansel at midnight, eaten his cake and made love with him for the first time. “Alpha…” Sasha whimpered, bile rising up her throat. She must endure the pain; she is Cal’s property. She has no freedom. She has no right to tell the Alpha to stop. Above all, her life has never been hers in the first place. The Alpha can just end her life any second. Sasha is at Cal’s mercy, and she deserved this. All of this. She should have listened to her thoughts yesterday: once a Slave, always a Slave. Glancing up at Ansel, she smiled at him.Weakly. Giving him a look that says “I told you we can never be together.” She watched as Ansel’s fingers curled at his side, his expression stoic and deadly—the face of a warrior and killer. She whipped her head behind her, where Cal was laughing devilishly, relishing the tightness of her flesh and the blood that splayed her skin.
Cal is raping her in front of him. Before his eyes. In his very presence. In a fucking bright afternoon, where all can hear Sasha’s distorted shriek and cry to stop. The Alpha is hurting her—the woman he promised to protect even with his last breath. The young lady whom Warner Forster left in his care. Yet he failed. He failed to protect her and even show his love for her other than the lustful thrusts his cock has made inside her. And now, Cal is playing with her, torturing her with his every breath. Cal had long been torturing her ever since he seized the crown and throne from Alpha Ariel, Ansel’s beloved father, and proclaimed himself as the ‘rightful’ leader of the Fire Moon Pack. He has brought this upon her—upon both of them. All he thinks is about himself: his honor, his name, his reputation as a Beta and the supposed heir of the Alpha if Cal didn’t slit his father’s throat. Cal is a murderer and a rapist.
“You must be relieved that I did not demote you as a Slave like your whining pup!” Ansel endured the one hundred whipping of Cal, orchestrated by Giro, his most loyal bestfriend. The silver-edge of the whip carved his back, bleeding it like watercolor in a canvass. But his head remained lifted. Ansel’s expressions did not so much as falter. ‘I will not yield.’ Those words reverberated in his mind. ‘I do not yield.’ Cal demoted Ansel for a week as an Omega, where he will be denied of his former privileges as a Beta and live and act and breathe as an Omega for seven days. Though Cal can bury Ansel alive, he still needs two Firestarters—Giro and Ansel. That punishment was a mere show-off to display his dominance, his Alpha-ness. His brutality and devilish works. In the corner, with his arms crossing as the healers tended to his burnt woods, Alpha Cal was smirking, savoring the moment that he was finally able to whip the son of
“I don’t care if I’m an Omega for a week or for a month or for eternity, as long as Cal will never breathe again!” Ansel Vaughn breathed to the sky, to the earth, to the waters that appeared before him. It is his vow and his promise, a challenge to the beast inside him—to the wolf of fire that lives inside him. “Indeed,” a voice from the shadows of the tree emerged. One that he did not expect to hear near The Red Lake. “Did you know why Cal sexually abused Sasha in front of you?” “No.” Giro jerked his chin towards his direction. “It’s because someone has told the Alpha that you and Sasha made love in the middle of the night.” He slowly shifted towards his bestfriend, his knees on the verge of giving up. “And did you know who it was?” “Of course I do.” Ansel wrapped his palms into a fist. “I was there when that Slave deliberately told Cal while the Alpha was having his morning coffee.” “Who was it?” He brought his
“Giro…” Ansel patted his bestfriend’s shoulders at the back. “I believe you.” Giro smiled at his words. “I told you—” Then a deafening sound of a bell rang three times. Then another three. “Shit, the Shadow Rose Pack is already here!” Ansel froze, feet nailed on the floor. Big drops of cold sweat stream down from his face. “This will not end well.” “As much as I’ve predicted, yes.” Then Giro vanished towards Alpha Cal’s fortress. People around him began shouting, some Omegas were even panicking. But the Slaves, including Klea and Sasha, did not even halt for a second while doing their daily chores due to their fear of being whipped for the every minute they leave their post is equivalent to one strike. “The Shadows are here! The Shadow Rose Pack is here!” The shriek of the people didn’t stop Ansel from gathering a bucket of water from the well nonetheless. He’s no longer a Beta; he’s an Omega now. And
Cal Steele’s eyes went wide, throat bobbing and brows knitting in confusion but he managed to let himself remain quiet. The Beta with wavy blonde hair is aware Giro and his fellow Betas are talking via their minds but he just smirks at them, yielding an expression of ‘you know it, don’t you?’ to Giro. Giro blinked back in a way that said ‘I know you are here to kill him and I thank you. Cal’s a pain in the ass anyway.’ The sound of rushing footsteps registered in their ears and the next thing they know, Ansel is standing before them, hand blazing in the light of a bright fire. “Where’s Cal?!” “Ansel—“ Giro was immediately in front of him. But the other Shadow Rose Betas have shifted in their enormous wolf forms, their sizes nearly as big as horses. The moon is just brightly shining above the night, its light aiding them. “You are not allowed to enter while the Shadow Rose Alpha and Fire Moon Alpha are discussing business.” It
Eighteen Years Ago…In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally. The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making. But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles. “This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled. “Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Swann...” Celine Amberr’s voice is rough and dry. Her former bestfriend then gave her a mirthless grin. “You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.” Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila could’ve choked Celine to the earth if it wasn’t for Alpha Jonas’ guards, their bodies are huge and hard. “This is a celebration, Sheila. Don’t make any scene. You’re lucky you a