I had a dream, that I lived a beautiful life. I was in Greenville Pack House gardens with Claire by my side. Both of us laughing for joy while our twins played around. Olivia was busy playing with her dolls alongside my mother while Oliver, took joy in pulling Gabriel's low cut hair. Gabriel would scream but also laughed at my son's playfulness. Rose was happy and so was Aunty Flora. And Uncle Walker, being our caring father.
We were happy but unfortunately this dream came to an end. Here I was in my tattered clothes soaked in oil, hung on a stick to be burnt alive in front of the crowds yelling curse words at me."Burn him!"
"Behead him!"
"Bury him alive!"
"Cut him into pieces!!"
Many of them chanted and amidst this hurling crowds, I found many Alphas, all standing in silence and waiting for that moment to come. The time where my body will be ashes. My eyes found, the monster. Blake, standing only inches away
The tweeting of birds, a familiar honey scent and the comfort of a bed slowly brought me back to life. My eyes faintly opened to a room illuminated by the sun rays coming from the window above me. The bed was different. It was larger than mine and the bed sheets were a spotless design of velvet green. It was exactly in sync with the colour of the large room. A spotless shade of green. I didn't know this room yet it felt so welcoming and peaceful. Series of sparks emanated from my bare chest and spiralled across the rest of my body. It forced me to look down and there I saw her pretty fingers. Laying peacefully on my tattoo. My eyes briskly darted to my side, and there she was, my beautiful mate staring at me deeply. I turned towards her and my hand wrapped across her bare waist. I didn't care as to how we were naked or how I arrived here, in her room. All I cared for was her. She was safe and so was I. Even though she didn't w
20 YEARS AGOFar in the west, deep in the forests, amongst the beautiful Green valley lies the one and only Greenville Pack. A place I used to deem worthy of love, a place that used to come with so much happy memories but this day was different."Alpha Mason!" I quivered in horror as I watched behind my mother, a 6'2 perfectly built man bark at my father. But he wasn't just any man. He was the Lycan King. Alpha of Alphas. Lycan Issac Perkins.His blue irises were sharp, ferocious and overly threatening as he huffed to my Father who courteously remained in his stance. His messy dark hair danced to the waves of air, his breaths escaped brisk and short."All evidence points to you!" He growled as he sauntered away from my father, touring amidst Pack Members that encircled about us. His legendary silver sword fixated by his hip side, swallowed by it's black metallic sheath."And for the
"Okay, that will be all for today!" I announced authoritatively to the girls of Moonville Pack. My Father's Pack. I could hear their sighs of relief as they wobbled on their feet. Some of them resting by the tree side and others scurrying to their changing rooms. But my eyes particularly fell on a young girl. Her hair were long and straight, donning a stunning shade of black just like mine."Rose!" I called."Yes commander." She chirped as she approached me courteously. Her anxiety and quivery status evidently displaying. So instead of being the overly stern trainer of the girls of Moonville Pack, I beamed a tiny smile at her."You seem to be bad at wielding the Knife." I uttered calmly while he
"This is the best place I could find at the moment. Though it's small but I hope it's manageable." Uncle Walker announced as we stepped into the wooden house. And just like he'd proclaimed. The apartment was small, one my Father and Uncle Walker had built during their time. I slowly toured about the parlour. Dimly lit with the potent smell of dusts. I heaved an inaudible sigh as I reviewed the furniture. This house was definitely going to need some serious cleaning."Thank you so much, Walker." My mother softly uttered with a tiny smile. But I could clearly see her sadness. One I had induced. My fingers inadvertently clutched onto the reins of my brown bag, feeling another pang of guilt surge."You don't need to thank me, Serene. This is the least I can do but I promise to find a better pla
"Miss Claire," My Chauffeur softly called."We've arrived Greenville Pack House."I heaved an inaudible sigh hearing those words while I alighted from my vehicle, only to be greeted by the warm air blowing across my hair and a gigantic building mirroring it's shadow in my eyes. It was donned in green, surrounded by a small garden of various assortments of flowers. This was the beloved Greenville Pack house."Ah Miss Claire Perkins!" A man in his mid fifties chirped in front of the building. My focus shifted to him and his associates standing side by side with bright smiles imprinted on their faces. No one needed to tell me that this short brown haired looking man with Hazel coloured irises and perfectly styled beards was
"Seriously?" I muttered in disbelief as I eyed a score of Rogue werewolves glaring at me."You guys are going to attack me, a fellow rogue." I growled as I shifted my focus to Rose. On a normal circumstance, I could take down ten of them. But this time was different, I was outnumbered and the only way to escape this shit hole was to use Rose as an hostage.I'm sure they wouldn't want to see one of their own being threatened. I was still reveling in my sinister plans when I heard a voice chorus metres away."Hold your horses guys, I asked you all to welcome him not scare him." The overly familiar voice chuckled. His dark hair were styled in a neat low cut fashion. His ebony skin shone
**********"Kevin, Kevin! Keeevin." My Father called as he roamed about the Pack house garden. I giggled sheepishly before walking behind his towering figure in the stealthiest manner possible."Kevin you can come out now!" He chuckled."Gotcha!" I jumped at his leg while he laughed. "I win again!""I knew you were behind my back." He laughed as he lifted me from his legs. Holding me in his arm as he teased my nose playfully."No you didn't!" I whined."Yeah I didn't." We both laughed this time."Boys, get inside now before breakfast turns cold!" My mother's pitch could be heard from our
And after a joyous inauguration ceremony, so many drinks and cigarettes, listening to sad stories of my Pack members I barely knew. I finally get to return home. The entrance door creaked open even though I tried to enter in the quietest mannerism possible. But then I froze, seeing my mother in front of me. Frowning with her arms crossed."Where were you all day?" She pitched worriedly. I rolled my eyes whilst a sigh followed suit as I locked the door behind me."Went out." I replied as I wobbled towards the kitchen."This is past eleven!" My mother raised her voice. Turning me to face her concerned countenance."Mom, I'm n