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
She almost forgot that it’s her birthday if it wasn’t for the Beta smiling in front of her. “Thanks. I guess…” Ansel arched his brow. “‘I guess’? What kind of thanks is that?” Sasha shrugged, not knowing what to feel and what to say. “A gratitude from a lowly slave.” “Here we go again.” Ansel just eyed her for a heartbeat, sighing. “Will you at least put on a happy face on your eighteenth birthday and stop whining about being a Slave?! I promise, if I become an Alpha, I will make you the Queen of this pack.” Sasha chuckled. “You have a way with words,” she bit her fingers in order to stop her tears from falling. “But we both know it’s just a mere wish—a whisper and hope under the sea of stars that will never come true.” “Nothing is impossible,” Ansel countered. “But everything is not possible as well.” Sasha didn’t so much as glance at Ansel when she laid her head atop the two clothes that serve as her
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 he
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