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.
“You have a way with words, Alpha. So much for the most infamous Alain Irons,” Sasha cooed.She flashed him a wide grin before continuing, “When you’re wearing your mask as a ruthless Alpha who commands shadows as if they were your pets.”“Shadows are my pets,” he simply shrugged. “They are for every Shadow Rose member.”She lay there beneath him, staring up at where he now knelt on the floor, rubbing his hands over his face as if chasing away the sleep that threatened to disturb them.“Aren’t your Betas looking for you now?”Alain’s throat bobbed. “They’re probably banging each other now.”She huffed a laugh. “For real?” He nodded.Her traitorous eyes indeed dared to look lower than his chest—but her attention snagged on the crescent moon scar on his wrist. Pale yet looking fresh. She suppose it is the mark of the Unbreakable Oath. Sasha never saw a scar—mark—of an Unbreakable Oath up-close before. But this…a shiver slithered down her spine. The scar looked beautiful—but brutal, som
Ansel was grateful Giro didn’t come gawking at him after the latter saw him exiting the guest house.His Beta just threw him a glance as he conversed with his sister.He knew Alain went out as he no longer sensed the lingering dark presence in the house. But the Fire Moon Alpha staggered to a halt, not later than five minutes since he was walking away from the guest house and into the packhouse. He sensed someone following him. And as Ansel took a step backward, he was right with his guess. A huge body blocked behind him. Someone with a dark gaze and venomous smile.“Good Evening, Alpha Ansel.” Beta Razel, Alain’s most loyal dog as far as he observed, cocked his head to the side in a greeting to him.But Ansel did no such greeting. He only looked at him. Stared at him.“Out of the leash so soon, Razel?” His gaze drifted behind the Beta as if he'd found Alain lurking there. “Where’s your Alpha?”The Beta slid his hands to his pockets, “Where our Alpha would be tonight is none of your
The darkness rippled around Ansel, slowly clearing away to the face of a woman.Her scent was woven in his body as she carefully checked the pulse on his wrist. “You’re stable,” the woman muttered under her breath. Beautiful. She’s beautiful.“Sasha?” he groaned as he tried to ease himself into a sitting position.A masculine chuckle interrupted their conversation. “I suppose Razel’s poison gave you more illusion than pain.” Brief silence, then Giro continued. “Those two are messing with you. Razel was not lying that his blood can kill but…he made sure the poison he gave you would do nothing more but induce stomach ache.”“And headache,” the woman added. That woman, Ansel just realized, was the Lead Healer and Giro’s sister. Shiera Starr. “I could have punched those two cronies when they dropped you here in my sister’s clinic.”Shiera mirrored her brother’s smile. “But you weren’t conscious to the point that I thought you were dead.”“Am I though?” A careful question.This time, the