Callista’s POV As I moved closer to the hut, my heart didn’t stop thumping loudly. It’s like performing a solo concert. I could feel the echoes in my chest. “Let’s go in.” I heard Maya’s voice, soothing my trembling body and soul. As I got to the entrance, I whipped my head to the side outside the hut, trying to see if I could get something I could use to attack, if it's probably a rogue or a vampire that resides in the hut. Luckily, I found a wooden plank lying on the side. I picked it up, reached for the creaky wooden door, and pushed it open with the tip of my finger.The door was slightly pushed backward, and the hinges barely made a whisper, as if conspiring with me to make my presence unknown to anyone who might be inside. I peered inside the hut to see if I could catch a glimpse of anyone around. My heart flew off when I saw something on the floor. It was made entirely of woven vines. My eyes fixed on the flat supportive surface when I saw a body lying on its surface, which
Third-person POV_FLASHBACK_“You have just one mission there,” Kieran Logan said to his son, his eyes blazing with fury. “Yes father,” sixteen years old Tristan Logan responded, his eyes fixed on his father, Kieran Logan, the Alpha of the Midnight Mirage pack. “You have to kill him. I want him to die in your hand,” his voice laced with disgust. You would possibly tell from his tone that he had so much hatred towards whoever he had told his son to kill. “Father, I promise to do as you have told me. I am stronger than their Alpha, Damian Ironclaw. We will surely take that title from them.” Tristan smiled and said boastfully as his head bowed in submission to his father. A smile appeared on Kieran’s lips. “I trust you my son,” a wicked smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. “Let’s show them who we are. Let’s take the title of the strongest pack from them!” Kieran growled thunderously in his Alpha voice, shaking the ground they all stood on. He turned to the warriors that were s
Cassius POV~~Back at the Wolfsong Dominion PackA day later, My head held high as I fixed my gaze on the deep blue color of the sky. I watched as it began to transform as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting back a warm golden glow that was fading away gradually. The first twinkling stars appear, peeking behind the tall, towering trees in the woods. It's as if those stars were lighting the way for the moon. Night slowly crept in, descending upon the woods. The distant hooting of owls and night creatures could be heard.I took a deep breath, crossing my legs on the other, and my back rested on the fur-covered couch I was sitting on at the balcony of the alpha’s palace. I took a sip of the coffee on the table beside me, smiling at the thought of how drunk I had been the previous night. At least I felt a bit relieved during those tipsy moments. Even though those overwhelming responsibilities are now messing with my head and thoughts,. “Garret, I need you here. I’m on the balco
Cassius’ POV~~Second day of the conference. We were all sitting down on a fur-covered couch behind a sturdy, rustic table crafted from weathered wood adorned with intricate carvings of wolves, moons, and ancient symbols. The surface of the table was scarred and worn, bearing the marks of countless gatherings. The tables’ legs are shaped like tree trunks. “Let’s observe a minute of silence for the demise of Alpha Damian Ironclaw, Alpha of the Wolfsong Dominion Pack,” a gray-haired old man announced as a hush fell over the conference room, obeying the order of the old man. The man is one of the council of elders of a neighboring pack in our county. He was wearing a large knee-length jacket that was slightly open to reveal his sun-baked, bare chest, loose pants, and combat shoes. A typical dressing for elder wolves. He was seated among the other pack’s elders. The majority of them have lines on their weathered faces that tell the tale of their old ages. I always attend the Annual A
Cassius’ POV “If you want your pack to be at war with the Wolfsong Dominion, to challenge them for the leader of this Annual Alphas' Conference, stand up now or you will forever hold your peace!” The elder declared it with a tone of finality. He crossed his arms around his chest, running his eyes around the conference room for anyone who would accept the challenge. The air around the room cracked with tension; it felt like a suspended moment in eternity as time hit the pause button. Each of them, staring at the other with anticipation and expecting who would stand up among them. My eyes traveled to the Alpha of the Crimson Moon pack, who was standing earlier. He was now seated. I thought he had some balls among them all, and now he is staring like the coward he ever was. Our eyes locked in a moment of silence. A sadistic smirk appeared at the corner of my lips, relishing in his lack of bravery. He darted his eyes away from me as he fiddled with his fingers nervously. “He is such
Warning: Adult Scene DescriptionSelene’s POV~~ “Why do you always talk to me like I am nothing to you anytime he is present?” Garret’s voice carried a bit of disappointment, and his face was etched with gloom. A frown creased my forehead. “Are you seriously saying this?” I scowled softly. “You should treat me the same way you’re treating him.” His voice now reeks of jealousy. “Huh.” My gaze was fixed on him. “It seems you don’t value your life, right?” I gave him a questioning stare. “And what has that gotten to do with my life?” “You know how cruel Cassius can be, right?. Did you want him to know that something is going on between us?” My voice was a bit raised. He was really getting on my nerves this time around. “It’s not that. I just feel jealous of the way you both do and how you get easily irritated with the slightest I do,” he responded, sounding like I was in the wrong. I chuckled. “It's so obvious that you are jealous. You don't have to be because he is my mate, so d
Cassius’ POVI felt like my heart was being squeezed by a cold metal fist and shattering into a million pieces, watching my mate and my beta together in bed. If the sting from a bee was painful, I could say that betrayal from both of them stung sharper than a thousand bees. I wouldn’t say I was expecting this or wasn't. I don’t really know how I am feeling right now. Betrayed and broken. These were people that had an argument before I left for the conference, and Selene said Garret was annoying and she didn't want to get stuck with him. Was all that a facade? Why wasn’t I aware that something like this was going on under my nose?Garret wore his clothes and was about to run out when his movement caught my attention. “Don’t you dare!” I scowled defiantly in my Alpha voice, almost half shifting into my wolf, but I controlled it because that was the least I would want right now. I can’t let Chase break loose. He suddenly stopped in his tracks because he knew what might happen if he
Cassius’ POV I ran back to the pack at midnight. Chase was dirty, tired, and broken. And so was I. I shifted back and sat in the living room, looking like a piece of sh*t. I had thought the run would make me forget about everything, but it still plagued my mind like a fox’s eerie call in the dead of night. I need to get this constant hitch off my head. I can’t let it mess with my mental state. “I need you at the Alpha’s palace with immediate effect,” I bellowed through the mindlink. It all seemed like misery to me right now. Imogen’s death seemed suspicious, but I have never thought about it. I still need to hear from Enforcer Azura herself since she confirmed that Callista served her. `A few moments later, she came running into the Alpha’s palace. She wobbled on her knees as soon as she caught sight of me in the living room. “Here I am, my Alpha,” her gaze fixed on the floor. Enforcer Azura is a middle-aged woman. She has big blue eyes and dark, wavy hair, which is always down