The darkness of the night was thick here. Thicker than it was supposed to be.Ansel Vaughn tried harder to focus on a specific feature of their faces. Yet it became a blur of color even when they were solid when he viewed them from the side of his vision.He crawled nearer, but when he turned to face them, he was met with shadows and swirling colors.It was magic—a different one. Some kind of magic that is not from Westfall just by the sharp, heavy scent of it.‘Are we being attacked?’ Ansel immediately mind-linked Giro, only to find no Beta Giro answering back.He would have been furious, would have considered charging to the strange scent of magic if it wasn’t for the face of Alpha Alain. Blood streamed down from his stomach. The stranger with swirling colors, some sort of foreign magic so that Alphas won’t recognize him, ran away and into the direction of Sasha’s old barn. Sasha—Had the drums not echoing through his bones and that wild voice beckoning him, Ansel could’ve now run
Ansel wriggled away from the press of Alain’s knees on his stomach. The dark Alpha stood, letting him do so.But before that, Alain let him taste the might of his kick one last time.Ansel grunt in pain. Pushing, sobbing through his gritted teeth, Ansel managed to prop himself to a wooden pillar. He was barely standing, barely looking Alpha-ish. When a moment had passed, Sasha Forster risked a look at the two of them. Their faces were tight with disappointment.She loosened a deep sigh. The two men of her life. The two men she was involved with…Sasha was just struck by the realization: she’s basically sandwiched by these two. Whatever was bothering them, whatever misunderstanding or ‘personal war’ was brewing between them, she stood in the middle of it.Just like how she’s standing now.Sasha sighed again, as if doing so will help solve the problem. A glance at the now-in-cinder windows made her tense. “I don’t have time for tears. Let’s just talk as fast as we can.”“Talk?” Alain
It was as if the wind itself fled. The world stilled, the pounding of her heart silenced. There was only the two Alphas and the words that clanged in her ears:I, Alpha Alain Irons of the Shadow Rose Pack, will only take the price and prize for helping Ansel Vaughn and the entirety of the Fire Moon Pack: Sasha Forster.Sasha doesn’t know if Alain’s words will send her crushing to the bottom of the ocean or partying in the middle of the Verdean Forest.“She shall be my prize, Ansel.” Sasha bit her lip but said nothing as Alain continued, “Remember it was me who put you in that throne.”Ansel scowled, one that says ‘I can fucking put myself in the throne even without your help.’Alain shrugged his shoulders that silently said, ‘Well, you accepted my help anyway so you have to pay me no matter what.’Sasha did not know how she managed to read their silent conversation. But for someone who has been trapped in the darkness of the dungeons, she guessed she must have learned the la
Sasha released a long harsh breath. She did not scoff or snort. Something about him feels serious. But it also felt as if she was being fooled in a way. ‘Parade? What am I? Some sort of a Goddess in the flesh?!’ She knew he was just exaggerating. And yet…this is the kind of serenading words she’s dying to hear ever since she’s a victim of love.Ansel leaned forward and acted as if he was going to kiss her lightly. Sasha flinched. “You may not believe me about Klea,” he murmured just a few inches from her mouth. “But please believe me about this. I don’t care if I cannot have you wholly, solely…as long as I can have a part of you.” He threw Alain a wry glance. “And I’m glad of it. Even if you only reserve a small part of you for me, even if you believed him more than me…as long as I can have you. As long as, somehow deep in your heart, you try to believe me.” He reached for her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it. His lips were warm and promising as he said, “And I’m v
A gust of wind swept in through the remaining open window, caressing her neck and cheeks. At last, the wind returned as moonlight, white as fresh snow, chased away the shadows that plagued the barn.“Are we going to spend the night here punching and fighting?” Sasha Forster clicked her tongue, letting her shoulders radiate confidence. “It’s going to be a wary long night, then.” Ansel spat at Alain’s feet as he slowly backed away. “He started it this time.” Alain scoffed, straightening of what remains of his clothes. “You’re always good at pointing fingers, Ansel. Tell me, are they also good at pumping someone’s ass?” Sasha’s face became all red. “What the fuck, Alain?” “Answer me—damn you!” The Shadow Rose Alpha’s challenging gaze could’ve brought down several enemies, his hoarse voice thick with unabashed fury.Alpha Ansel only leaned on a wooden pillar as he crossed his arms. “I don’t know. I only fuck women, Alpha.” His smirk was unmista
‘When you play with fire, you’ll get burned. When you play with thorns, you’ll bleed in no time.’ Ansel can still clearly remember his father, the late Alpha Ariel’s voice in his head pounding as he slowly pulled himself away from Alain’s lips. He caressed his lips, his jaw and the side of his mouth before wholly letting go of his grip on the Alpha’s sweaty black hair. “So? What do you think of this try out?” Alain grinned at his question. He didn’t even bother to haul himself up and face him with his feet on the ground, not his knees surrendering before his feet. “We should—” “I’d like more.” Sasha cut in, fixing herself so that her breasts met their eyes, her back on the hay. “More, please.” Two words made Ansel’s throat dry: more and please. “Fuck.” Alain muttered under his breath, his arms slacking on his sides. “Look what you made her do!” “Us.” “What?” The Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack’s throat bobb
She’s as good as being tortured with the excruciating pain shrieking in her every bone and muscle, her skin tight. Blood undeniably seething in her veins. The lovemaking with Alpha Ansel is a childhood dream come true during the midnight of her eighteenth birthday weeks ago. The sex with Alpha Alain in the dungeons was nothing short of wild and untamed. But being fucked by the two Alphas on the night of the Wolf Moon Festival is…it’s delirious. And delicious. Maybe it was deliciously delirious. Sasha was still whispering to herself when she realized she was no longer in the barn. She blinked, drinking in the details of her surroundings: the glass ceiling, the lavish bed, and the roaring fireplace. Indeed, Fire Moon Pack may be the Pack of Flames but they were situated near the Verdean Forest, the very heart of coldness in all of Westfall. That’s why their pack is cold too, even when winter is now leaving. Perhaps the chilling secrets of the
The young man's gaze fell on the girl in the corner, straight and undisguised. Beta’s eyes meeting a Slave’s eyes. “Sasha…” “Beta Ansel,” she greeted while lowering her head. “No need to be so formal…” Ansel laughed but Sasha’s head remained bowed down. “…Sasha.” “You are the Beta, Ansel,” she eyed him slowly. “And I am but a Slave.” Ansel sucked a breath. But Sasha, whose birthday will be a few hours from now, didn’t even sigh. “I see,” he looked at her mud-filled hands. “I presume Alpha Cal would never let you be a normal Omega then, at least with that you’re higher than your status as a Slave.” Sasha just gave him a tight nod, scoffing. “A Slave will always be a Slave.” When she was about to turn away, Ansel grabbed her arm even before she could blink. “I also know how it feels to lose a father, Sasha.” “You already gave your condolences to me last night, Ansel.” Sasha paused, lifting he