A scream slipped my lips, and I turned in my heels in an attempt to run for my life. But strong fingers gripped around my wrist, and I saw the room spin before I clashed flat against his hard chest, looking right into his intoxicating silvers. They were cold as usual, but now there danced a glint of peccable amusement in them. "Where do you think you're going, pet? Don't want your answers anymore?" My breathing was coming out in little gasps as I tried to squirm under his hold. "I-I only want to know what you did to my papa." I licked my lips preparing for the next words threatening to spill out of my tongue unwanted. "Did you... k-kill him?" He watched me, his intense gaze doing things to my senses, but his silence was driving me to the edge, promising to push me over and stop the pounding beats of my heart forever. Fear crawled its way up my spine. His lips parted, and I took a sharp inhale in preparation for the worst possible scenerio. But then he closed them back, a corner l
I was having a decent time getting a fresh breath of air until the moment we walked onto the village road, and those cold, calculating silvers met my electric blue ones. Hades was accompanied by two of his pack members and three outsiders in dark suits. Judging by their muscled bodies and powerful auras I could easily tell none of them were as human as they attempted to appear. Though Hades stood out in between like a king's throne in a royal court. And he looked as displeased to see me as I to him. I'd have passed them without so much of a second thought if not for Nola to hold me in place and bow before the infuriating Alpha. She greeted the other man as well who I now knew was another Alpha. Though his hazel eyes were settled on me as he sniffed the air, his thin lips stretching with a surprised smile. "My, my, is that what I think it is? Did the big, bad Alpha Hades finally found his mate?" I was going to protest, drill that through his thick skull that I was no one's mate
Bags and boxes filled the space all around the room; the bed, table, even on the floor. Tops, shirts, pants, undergarments even... lingerie? And that wasn't all. I steered my eyes around the racks of dazzling clothes and gaped at the boxes of designer shoes. Those looked like they were brought straight out of some high end dressmaker's shop and costed no less than a fortune. A shuffling sound came from behind one of the racks, and I tensed. "Wh-who's there?" Tera's head popped up over the rack, and her expression turned sour. "So the Luna finally arrived." "What are you doing? What is all this?" I glanced around, ignoring the mock in her tone. She came around, dusting her hands and wiping them at the back of her pants. "Isn't that obvious?" "No. It's not. What are these doing in my room?" "Huh, look at you claiming the room now. First the Alpha and now the room. What is it going to be next you're aiming your filthy claws at? The entire pack?" My eyes twitched with the amoun
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Rosy lips, rosy cheeks and a good amount of eyeliner along with mascara popped the blue in my eyes. Nola stood behind weaving through my hair into a loose fishtail braid with curls of my honey blonde falling free around my round face. It reminded me of the day I prepared myself like this for my first prom. Even then the man on my arms was my papa. Every other boys at my class were too scared even to look at me because of Papa's death stares whenever they tried. I used to hate that first, though by time I was glad he did that for I had seen a few breakups of my female friends, and they were nasty enough for them to run for therapy. One even tried to commit suicide. I never wished to go through that pain ever. But that never meant I didn't wish for true love. Rather it was something I desired since I read my first romance novel, since I felt the love my father held for my deceased mother. Or was it regret I couldn't tell now. Either way love
The huge double doors to the great hall opened, and every set of eyes turned towards us. The crowd parted as we made our way through. The lavish suits and gowns they wore were grand, however, the venue was even grander. High vaulted ceiling with a whole wall made of nothing but glass gave a perfect backdrop of the sparkling lake at night. Tiered crystal chandeliers glistened above in their soft glow. Elegant flower arrangements and soft tulles draped over the french-like windows at the other sides made it look like a piece cut straight out of a prince's magazine. I didn't know the pack house held a party hall this gorgeous. Now it made me curious what else was left unseen beneath its layers. A tug at my hand made me look down at our conjoined hands. We looked normal like a newly-made couple basking in the admiring gazes. But was there a thing normal about us? Not at all. Though that's what he portrayed as he pulled me onto the podium with him, hand snaked around the low of my bac
Looking around, all I could see was the hatred in the pack members' eyes. Feel the sting of their glares. Saw a few leave like they couldn't stand the sight of me. That drove me to my third glass of the night. I chugged down the red liquid, surprisingly relishing the burn. Hades was nowhere to be seen. I could find no face amiable enough to bask in their protection. The guests from the other packs might have sent me wide smiles when met, but I couldn't possibly trust them enough considering they were all beasts of prey after all. Fear and loneliness found their abode in my heart as I felt like the air became too heavy to breathe, the ambience gotten too noisy for my sensitive ears, and the world around spinned out of control. I put down the glass in a waiter's tray only for it to slip over the edge and smash to the floor. "S-S-Sor-Sorry," I told the waiter and blinked when he grew into two. Something was wrong with me. I needed fresh air. I needed to get out of here. Turning aro
"Do not ever run from me." My teeth gritted as a spark of newfound anger throbbed inside me like a mad heartbeat. "Anything else?" I clipped. "Do not drink." He had the audacity to carry on as he stepped inside. "Are you out of your mind?" I snickered, not being able to believe the man. "Who the hell are you to tell me that?" "Your mate," he said simply shoving his hands inside his slack pockets, his head tilted in sheer arrogance. "Mate, my foot! I don't take you as my mate." Stomping my foot, I jutted my chin out. "What are you gonna do about it?" I didn't know what came over me today or how, but I felt a surge of dare blooming inside my chest, and it didn't carry even the slightest bit of intention of backing down. "I'll make you." Each and every word that escaped his infuriating lips passed me like a splash of fuel, inflaming the scintilla of rage burning deep within me. My fingers curled, dangerously resisting the urge to jump at him and strangle the daylight out of tho
My horrid eyes trailed over the bright purple marks starting from the end of my ear to my collarbone. My thigh carried the marks of long, broad fingerprints. My eyes squeezed shut in frustration when the picture of his callous hand gripping my thigh resurfaced in my mind. But my body differed as a familiar heat initiated from the depth between my legs to my entire body. It wanted to be relieved. Released of its celibate prison. Only one person who could sate ti came to my mind and the huge thing he cloaked beneath him. My ears heated up as embarrassment flooded my insides. How could I even let that thought enter my mind? Shortly, another thought crossed the previous one, slicing it under the severity it held. Inadvertently, my hand slid down between my thighs, and a knot tightened in my chest. He didn't, did he? He didn't take my virginity. It wasn't a question, but a knitted statement in my head I wanted to believe even after I couldn't remember a thing past the heavy, imposin