“You choked him?!” “With my shadows, yes.” Alain can’t even look his Beta, Razel, in the eyes. The Shadow Rose Alpha looks like a child being scolded by his father. He just woke up an hour later after his exit from the guest house, collapsing in the distance not a few steps away. The last thing he remembered, he saw the crescent-shaped scar in his wrist searing. Felt his whole body burning without actual flames touching his skin.Beta Apollo was just staring at him in the chair, unbelievable. The Healers have now exited the clinic, but he still felt being watched. After all, this is the Fire Moon Pack. Ansel is the new Alpha, thanks to his ‘interference’—which is the murder of Cal Steele.“You’re becoming more and more reckless the more time you spend your time alone with him.”And by him Razel meant Ansel.Alain grimaced. “I’m not ‘spending’ time with him. I am making use of my time to convince him to help me!”Right. Now his two Alphas are scolding him for re
Sasha felt her head spinning, her fingers numbing, and her eyes stinging with the beads of sweat from her forehead. And when she opened her eyes, she found herself curling on the floor of the prison. Her own prison, alone and broken. “Morning, sunshine.” Beta Russel greeted behind the closed metal door through the small square opening. The Beta whom she fucked during her dreaming of Alain. So much for without food and water for three days. “Today is your third and last day. You better get up your ass.”Her knees collapsed to the floor, her body can no longer contain the suffering it had endured for the past two days. ‘Right. Today is the last day. Just a little push, Sasha. Just a little push and we’ll no longer be a Slave,’ she said to herself a set of encouraging words that will at least make her through the day. Beta Russel kept on talking by the opening of the metal door, its surface rusty and splattered with dried blood. She didn’t dare think
She loved him.Sasha finally declares what he’s asked of her during that midnight when they make love on her birthday.“I love you, Ansel. I just want you to know that. More than as my childhood bestfriend. More than as my Alpha. Even when you just stared at me when Alain whipped me with his shadows, even when I am here in the dungeons barely alive…deep down, I know that my heart will always belong to you.”Ansel swallowed. Never in a conversation Ansel has been left speechless. There was never a time he ran out of anything to say.Until now. Until when Sasha finally, truly, confessed.‘I’m not dreaming, am I?’He tried to wipe away the tear that escaped her eyes to convince himself that she is real. This is real. Not just some figment of his imagination or some glamour courtesy of Alain’s shadow manipulation.‘She is here. She is with me,’ he sighed a breath of relief. Smiling down at Sasha, he caressed her cheeks. “I do.” She gasped, eyes widening with emotion of shock and…
His mistake ends now.Alain, knowing he pulled off a wrong move in locking Sasha for three days without water and asking her to fulfil her mother’s Oath afterwards, is very much stupid. But it ends now. It’s now or never. So that the others won’t see the ‘favouritism’ of his actions, as Razel suggested, he visited each Omega and Slave one by one. One by one, they met his eyes as he entered their cells. Some are lucky enough to yield a gaze to him. Some only offered him a lazy smile when he told them the Three Days of Torment ends now and tomorrow night they’ll finally be able to eat. And some…some are even lucky that they are still breathing, that they still breathed when Alain entered and exited their prison. Some didn’t even manage to whisper a word or breathe an inch when he knocked at their cell. The night is deep. The dungeon is barely lit with the torches. He counted them and only a dozen fire crackling on either wall—a dozen torches
He turned a corner, and this hallway has more torches compared to the Slaves and Omegas who he can see through the bars, crowded within a cell with five or six of them.This one seemed to be reserved for a VIP—a very important prisoner.Alain sent a tendril of his power around him, dimming each light even when the flames were dancing merrily. The Beta on the door lifted his head to his direction as he felt his presence.He at last arrived at the door, the metal and rusty appearance of it no doubt holds Sasha beyond.He knocked. Once, twice.Beta Russel, Ansel’s Beta, remained on the side. Lingering. Waiting. Perhaps even spying for the Fire Moon Pack’s cunning young Alpha.“You may leave,” he ordered to the Beta. He stiffened and waited for Alain to say more, but the Shadow Alpha just let the quietude sink deeper. And deeper.Beta Russel finally pivoted to his heel and hurried away. Alain waited for him to vanish in the hallway, away from his sight before—The Shadow Rose Alpha straig
Sasha knew all eyes were on her.His eyes, the only other eyes in this room, are fixated on her. His face veiled in the shadows, his broad shoulder tensing. “Fine. Keep the confession to yourself then.” He relaxed, breathing through his nose. “I want to know something else. I want to know if you—” he shook his head, not bothering to continue the question when another question popped out of his mouth instead. “Do you hate Ansel?” A direct, and bland question. “Sasha?”“No,” she sighed, filling her lungs with enough air to speak to him. His face tightened with her answer. She swore sorrow flashed in those forest-green eyes. As well as anger and pain. “Why did Ansel visit you? Why did you let him use your body like that?” A cold, pressing question.But Sasha’s lips only tugged upward. “He’s my Alpha, and my childhood friend. My lover. And I loved him, too.” A growl, so loud and vicious erupted, the room shaking. Walls closed in as if
She didn’t care—she didn’t care one bit about what she was and who she was and what she will be by tomorrow. She didn’t even give a fuck who might hear them now, or who are already watching.She just yielded to him fully.Sasha turned and twisted, his cock never letting go of her as she faced him. He opened his mouth to say something but her tongue swept in, moving in a way that she knew exactly what she’d do if her mouth got between his legs.He plunged in and out, slow and hard. His hands on his waist left a handprint on her skin, but she didn’t care. She can be crazy for all she wants tonight. She’ll regret this later. For now, she will just give Alain this fun, this need, this…whatever this is between her and Alain.The cold wind bit her naked skin, but she ignored it. Not with Alain’s warmth shrouding her. Filling her like how his dick filled her.Sasha’s very existence narrowed to the feel of him. The tightness in her ratcheting up with every deep stroke of his length, every ech
That dream was hideous as much as it was delicious. It still plagued her soul, her mind beckoning her to dream it again as if it was possible. And Sasha has never been confused on what to feel about a dream. A dream that turned out to be true now that Alain just finished fucking her and fingering her as he pulled out three of his fingers. “You’re blushing.” She swallowed as his eyes scanned her, before it drifted to his own body. “You blushed more now that I was not touching you.”“I—” But she closed her mouth. She doesn’t know what to say, what to explain. She doesn’t want to tell him either that she’s been imagining him inside her even before this happened.‘Shit,’ she hissed inside her mind. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit—’ She inhaled as her hand slowly made its way to his face. ‘Am I falling in love with Alain?’ She shook her head and withdrew her hand. Alain narrowed her eyes on her. Sasha only licked her lower lip, and bit it.