Sasha will never be a Slave again. A relief, and a challenge. Considering there will be several adjustments, not just to the new environment and new benefits, but the way she sees herself too. Being a Slave has always been her failure in life. Being worthless and being just…nothing. But now—it’s all gone, thanks to the Alpha who saved her. She may hate him at first, but at least, Alpha Alain made up for his mistake. Unlike Ansel. Unlike Klea. Perhaps those two have always been the two different sides of the same coin. “We’ll never be a Slave again!” The Slave beside her, she forgot her name, squealed—literally squealed—in delight.And the thought alone…she joined the other smiling Slaves. Klea, however, seated on the second row, was frowning. As if she’s unhappy by Alpha Alain’s judgment.She ignored her. She doesn’t care about her reaction. In fact, she’s happy that her old friend is acting like that.It means Klea is hiding something from
Bitter, cold wind slapped his face, rinsing him from the jealousy that tried to redden his cheeks. He didn’t know and could never guess what—or who—they talked about. But the fact that Alain and his men have been in a close distance with Sasha ever since she has been released, not to mention the fact that Sasha had been brought to Alain’s apartment…it drove him mad. Darkness softly spread in a thin line around him. No, it wasn’t the darkness of the night. It was the darkness of someone else. Alpha Alain.He only knew about Sasha staying—living—in the Shadow Alpha’s apartment when Klea told him minutes before this meeting started. He hasn’t yet confronted Alain about that, but Ansel already knows the answer even if he confronts him now in front of his pack. Somehow, Alain is always one step ahead of him. But not anymore. Ansel scanned the crowd once. Ansel didn’t spy Beta Apollo anywhere near Sasha again—not as the darkness swirled
The fire in his head roared even louder, boiling his blood with the desire to burn every single one of the Shadow Rose Pack.Ansel knew there’s a surprise waiting for him. But this…this is not what he expected. This self-righteous shitshow of Alpha Alain made him shrink from a rat in the corner into a worm that should remain in the filthy soil. Alpha Ansel.The title of an Alpha has never been a joke. He might as well be Ansel the Clown as his feet remained nailed on the platform, refusing to even look at the Savior of the Fire Moon Pack. Alpha Alain has gone this far. Too far.All for Sasha. Alpha Ansel inclined his head. Beta Giro noting the movement. Yes. He will surely do everything for Sasha, too. “Now we did everything by the book, by the Old Laws of Westfall,” Alpha Alain’s voice grazed every inch of his skin as he announced to everyone, anger surfacing in Ansel’s skin. “You may now retire to your respective homes. This me
Porridge and scrambled eggs seem to be a good start for a breakfast from being a Slave to Omega. Sasha just glanced to the sky on her way to the dining hall. Just a glimpse, and she can now tell that even the morning sun promises good weather for the day.The sun had barely crested over the treetops, blanketing the forest floor facing Sasha’s bedroom with streams of liquid gold when Misty knocked on her door that breakfast would be served together with the rest of the Fire Moon Pack—and some of the Shadow Rose Pack, of course.Sasha scooped up her plate from the counter and strode to where Sorrel and her fellow Omegas seated.“Thankfully, the ones who are now in charge of cooking are the ones who are off to bed earlier than us,” Sorrel murmured as she blew a breath on her spoon of porridge.“I bet they also wake up earlier than us as well.”Sorrel snorted, “Obviously,” then thrusted the spoonful of porridge to her hungry mouth.“Where did you get that?” Sasha pointed her chin
Wild and untamed, full of rage and fury, the air smelled of fire and burning. It was no ordinary burning. It’s like burning through her very existence and shaping her very essence into something new. Something more fearsome and lethal. Something more fitting to be the Alpha— Sasha blinked. She’s in the dining hall, yes. But she felt as if she wasn’t. Everything felt strange and foreign and hollow. Or perhaps it was her own body that she felt somehow renewed as if the fire burn away every imperfection of her and shaped her into a blazing Queen. But Sasha’s throat tightened, bile rising up her throat as everyone and everything was thrown five feet away from her, like some forgotten god flicked his mighty hand away from where she’s now standing. Sasha was burning bright, tendrils of reddish fire and orange flames swirl around her in a joyous motion like it was celebrating. As if stretching out from its slumber form now that it has bee
Her amber eyes were no longer on fire, but Sasha is sure the beastly flames are just slumbering beneath her skin, within her soul.Thanks to Alpha Alain’s shadowy powers, it helped her push her destructive gift deep on whatever abyss is left of her.Sasha groaned as she tried to wiggle her fingers and curl her toes, making sure she’s back in the apartment in one piece.For whatever reason, her fire never burned her nor left a horrid burning scar. No—it only burned her clothes as if the flame itself wanted her to be naked in front of everybody, especially to the Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack.Silence only sank in her bones—silence and exhaustion. Even when just waking up, Sasha has never felt this tiredness before. It’s as if having power and exhibiting that power made her body and mind and soul become twice as exhausting when she was a Slave.She inhaled a sharp breath as she fluttered her eyes, opening them wider. The smell of her bed and the crackling fireplace tells her enough she
Sasha’s shriek echoed, shaking the emerald leaves from their velvety branches, silently falling to the murky ground.Alpha Alain didn’t waste time with gentle touches and tamed tastes. No—he went straight to a ferocious mode as if their time on the bed is a war that must be started immediately.All Sasha’s worries seemed to vanish as Alpha Alain’s tongue went deeper, longer than she anticipated as if it was his secondary cock. His hands wrapped on her breasts, her nipples becoming harder even further. Alain’s tongue too was hunger for her sweetness, savoring her every inch as he licked and flicked his tongue.He grazed his teeth against her wetness, reaching down with his other hand to stroke himself. He licked her again and again, lingering at the spot where he knew her legs would wobble if he dared venture.And Alpha Alain did venture. The Alpha is definitely determined to consume every drop of her. Sucking her into his mouth, teeth nipping, before he briefly pulled away.Sasha’s b
The hallway candlelight gilded his tan skin, veiling his face in the hefty shadows. No matter how many minutes or hours they’ve been with each other, they can’t seem to get enough of one another. And now that they’re alone, now that they’re on their own, with no prying eyes to squint at them or listening ears to gossip, they’re completely free to do whatever with their bodies. Their kinky tastes and desired positions are all up to them. The living room was silent. The wall was empty save for the darkness curling on the corners and the paintings that filled the flowery wallpapers.Sex in bed seemed to be a cliché for Alpha Alain, that’s why he brought her on the walls of the living room instead.And it brought a grin to her face, one that is female and wild. “Sasha…” he moaned her name as he stroked lazy, taunting circles around her hard nipples. Alain’s hair was wet with sweat but Sasha just gripped it tighter like how the last thread of her sanity