A peaceful reign, a peaceful pack with the strongest of its kind. Meagan's father, Williams passed on happily after witnessing his daughter's ceremony. Congratulatory letters flew in daily from all parts of the region. The Alpha had gotten tired of reading through as she stumbled on a random note. “Congratulations Alpha. I'm glad you picked him over me but, I hope you don't regret your decisions soon. Cheers. Ray.”She smiled at the paper and squeezed it happily into the thrash. She had never regretted her decision. Her mate loved her even more than herself. “It still surprises me how you walked straight to me and said those words. I must have had a great resemblance with a simp. I couldn't hold back my tears,” Jason remarked as they held hands towards the pool. “I couldn't get over your mysterious eyes,”she replied with a chuckle. “What would have happened if I had rejected you instead?““I would be happy for you either ways. I didn't pass as the right mate for you after all my Fat
Alex's POV“What guts have you to speak such filth in my presence, woman!?”, a murderous voice echoed across the hallway. Alex looked bemused.“I speak no false, my Lord. Cursed be me if I tell a lie.”, a thin trembling feminine voice responded in the background.Alex dispersed the large ocean-blue mist above him and almost burnt his finger. There was a bright colorful spark from the tip of his right hand. Thereafter, great darkness fell around him.“Quiet!”, the thick voice echoed again.Alex was distracted by the voices. It was impossible to continue his routine training as expected from the next heir. He knew his father to be stern and principled, but he had never witnessed such anger outburst from him—not in the Palace. He developed a pinch of uneasiness andmotioned towards the brightly lit hallway, away from the lawn, leading to the direction of the voices.“Bring me Xander!”, Alex's eyes widened with an abrupt stop.There was terror in his father's voice. He stood halfway from
Alex's POV (...a narrow escape) She curved her hand in a bow, avoiding the intense ray from his headlights. Alex rushed out of the car without turning off the engine. The bitter wind blew hard, flapping the hem of his brown coat and ruffling his hair. He ran towards her after confirming her person, embracing her deeply into his broad chest. Her hair still retained the usual scent of lavender and chamomile as the very first night of their meeting. “I'm Sorry. I hate myself more than the hatred you feel towards me right now”, Alex broke into tears. “Get away from me!”, Sherlyn pulled away, hitting his chest. “Go on please. Hit me harder. Maybe it would quench the flame of guilt burning me alive.” Emotional vulnerability was something Alex never showed—he truly loved her and moving on had been a nightmare for him. “How does that bring back all I've lost?”, she demanded, seeming surprised by his sudden sappy demeanor, “How does that relief the pain of raising a child outside m
Alex's POV (...a surprise welcome) He parked the mini white car at the garage— one he purchased the previous night. Some guards stood alert at strategic corners of the palace, in their usual attire—khaki brown suit with a black garrison cap. The weather was fair, but a stale aura hung around the building. It was few minutes past one, everyone should be fast asleep, he thought. The guards bowed as he gained entrance into the great hall. It was large and empty, as Alex expected. He mounted up the stairway, motioning towards his furnished room, situated on the first floor. “My Prince”, a woman spoke from across kitchen. It was one of the woman servants. “May I prepare another meal? Your dinner was discarded two hours ago, since my Lord wasn't present.” “Life is more than food and delicacies, Margaret. Save yourself the stress”, Alex responded in a cold tone as he continued his way up. Truly, food was the least of his problems. Although, he had barely eaten anything the previous d
Alex's POV (...a princess from Spain) He scoffed angrily and took his seat. He still couldn't imagine beginning a life with another woman. Worst of it all—for the sake of benefits. “I don't care how much power you've acquired over the years. I remain the Alpha and you must respect that.”, the Alpha scolded. His mother wore a frown, “You don't think an apology is necessary?”, She demanded. “Sorry, Father”, Alex mumbled under his breath. “Oh! Here she comes”, the Alpha interjected, disregarding his apology. Alex reluctantly looked up at the object of admiration, but was stunned by her radiance. His lower jaw fell slightly open as she walked towards them. Boy! they nagged about a Princess but no one deemed it right to speak of her beauty. How negligent? he thought as he responded to his reflex by acknowledging her presence with a standing ovation, without an applause. She wore a purple sleeveless flower embroidery. A white glove concealed most part of her arms exposing only h
(…a nightmare)Sherlyn's POVIt was a tranquil night. The hot steam from the golden bathtub in which she sat, soothed her skin and made her nerves relaxed. She closed her eyes to relish the rosy scent of beautifully lit candles arranged around the edges of the tub and the floaty feel that engulfed her essense. She adjusted her depths into the bath, till the lather brushed the base of her chin, allowing most of her red hair to be submerged in the warmth. Suddenly, an urgent charge dropped in her mind link,“Wherever you're, leave. Right now”She flung her eyes open in terror.“Leave the premise”, the masculine voice urged again.It was her father. She got up immediately as she unwrapped the white towel around her head to cover her dripping nudity. Her father rarely used mind link to communicate except in times of unavoidable danger. She dashed to the front of the large mirror opposite the tub and dabbed her wet hair hastily with the hem of the towel.“Who are they? What's going on, Da
Sherlyn's POV(…a strange note)She opened her eyes to a medium-sized living room and the terrified face of Charlotte, who left her side immediately she woke up . She sat up on the sofa chair where she laid, panting heavily and looking around to be sure she was where she should be. For some minutes she was thankful it was just a dream, but the thought of coming back to the discomfort from her pregnant state and her memory loss, made her wish the dream continued and maybe ended her life.“Here. You'll feel better”, Charlotte handed her a white pill and a glass of water.She gulped down the pill, staring vaguely at the rugged floor and massaging her forehead.“Do you want to talk about it?“, Charlotte asked.Sherlyn, still staring into space replied, “I want to assume it was just a dream, but it seemed too real”, her voi
Alex’s POV (…a night before the wedding)"I’ll be there shortly. Make sure nothing bad happens to her. Do whatever it takes to keep her alive. I don’t care about the cost.”, he dropped the receiver in a hurry. He had spoken with the head chef, who picked Sherlyn’s call previously and warned her against answering his calls, in the future. Yet another call from Charlotte, but this time, he couldn’t ignore, unlike the last two times where she called about a strange dream and a threat note she received. She was in need of blood urgently and at the verge of loosing her life. None of the blood types in the blood bank was compatible with hers. He knew no family of hers while in the pack aside her foster aunt, but he hoped his blood would suffice, being a werewolf. Unfortunately for him, as he was about leaving, his father stood at the entrance of his room. He might have heard his conversation but he showed no expression. “Father?”, he said, stunned by his unexpected appearance.“Yes, Xand