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MALCOLMI paced against the floor of the dungeon with silver chains on my wrists once again and an odor of blood, shit and vomit assaulting my nose. The heat of my anger boiled the blood in my veins and not even the cold that crept in from the cracks on the walls was enough to sate the rage building within me. The only thing I could do was the freedom I longed for and the chance to kill the bastard behind the bars. “I'll have you released if you learn to act civilised.” I spat on his face and gave him the most venomous look I could muster before hissing in a voice so agitated that the silver bars shook in their place. “Fuck you,” But even when inanimate objects quivered under the sound of my voice, the dipshit Alpha still remained unfazed as he wiped the spit off his face. “Congratulations! You just earned yourself 3 more days of time out in this dump,” he mocked with an infuriating twinkle in his eyes. “I don't see a reason why I'm here. Your dumbass people were the ones throwi

MALCOLM Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The noise from the clock at the left part of the room sounded in my ear as we spent every second still standing in the exact same spot. Well their standing, I'm still on my knees with silver burning into my exposed flesh. “Why do we have to wait?” I questioned for the millionth time, hoping that each time I ask that they might grace me with an answer but for the millionth time, they disappointed me. This is a waste of time. We're wasting time. “Look. I know you don't want to hear anything from me right now but here me out. He's already said that he doesn't want me here so if we go back to my father now then he and the council would find another alternative for…” The clanking of heels broke through the air and a veil of silence covered our heads as Riot made his way back to the center of the room with his spine as straight as a pin and his lips drawn into a thin line. Gone was the man who threw jokes at me and mocked my very existence.Thi

SAWYER 2 years. Did they really think that I would just let another Alpha live happily in my pack for 2 whole years. And not just any Alpha. It just had to be Malcolm Blackstone. The most ruthlessly annoying man there is. He's also the most homophobic person in the world. But it's only until he proves himself, they said. He wouldn't be here long, they said. He wouldn't…Oh please! The online thing he wouldn't do is respect the choices of these people, my people. And I'll be damned before I let anyone make them feel inferior about themselves again. I clenched my fist and stopped in front of the door to my chambers but just as my fingers brushed over the doorknob, a deep voice called out to me.“Sawyer! Hold on for a second, will ya?” I halted in my actions and a sigh left my lips as I turned to the man in front of me. Troy stopped by my side and heavy pants fell from his lips as he placed his hand on my shoulder for support. “Sometimes trying to catch up with you seems impossi

MALCOLM It’s been 3 hours since I was sentenced to a fate that didn’t suit the nature of my crime. It’s been 3 hours since I was dragged out of the courtroom as though I were nothing but a common criminal. It’s been 3 hours since my life came crashing down before my eyes.3 hours and yet I’m still wearing a hood over my head while walking to a destination that only the goddess knows off.“Where are we going?” I asked for the millionth time and just like every time, I was met with nothing but silent lips and glares that could burn a hole through steel. It’s not like I blame them. Donald was more than a comrade to us. He was a companion, a brother, a person you could count on when the tides of life decided to screw you over. He was my favourite.This is why the pain of his death and my betrayal cuts the deepest.“Don’t make me force the answer out of you,’’ I spoke in a dangerously low voice and peals of laughter fell from their lips at my words. They know that I have what it takes to

MALCOLMI have a bittersweet feeling towards the concept of war. On one hand I hate the brutality that comes with losing your peace, your home and your life to the hands of a stranger who only cares about political gain. But on the other hand, I love the rush of adrenaline that pumps through my bloodstream at the battalion of warriors marching towards me. I love the deftness of blood when it paints the ground. I love the symphony of grunts and screams that floods my ears. The art of war is second nature to me. Which is why I can’t understand how I could make such a ghastly mistake. The body of a young wolf fell to the ground with a thud and my heart stopped beating in my chest as a wave of silence floated over our heads like an ominous fog waiting to release the demons it shelters. Even our enemies paused in their tracks. But the bewilderment only lasted for a second. Despite the urge we had to remain frozen in the moment of confusion, anger and grief, we danced to the music of c