Ruthless, vicious, and cold were the best words to describe Alpha Winston of the Crimson Pack. Yet... Angelina Moore's father had a blood debt with the Alpha; whose name was revered and feared. When Angelina Moore was kidnapped and asked to become the Alpha's bride as a ransom to pay for her father’s sins, she was mortified and no matter how hard she tried to escape his claws; it was impossible. Twice she had escaped and twice had he brought her back and tied her up. What would happen when Angelina gets to know of her father's involvement in the Luna's death? Was he guilty or innocent? How would she be able to prove her father's innocence if he was indeed innocent? Would more truths be revealed and more feelings uprooted?
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I would take an alien invasion over Mondays, any day.
Mondays were the worst thing to ever happen to humanity. I couldn’t think of anything worse than a Monday.
First of all, I have to be up by 4 am to walk my neighbor’s dog just to earn enough money to take the bus then I have to get ready for a stupid class that I didn’t even like and to top it off my best friend Leslie wasn’t done getting ready for the class which means I was going to be late.
“Leslie, get your ass out here now,” I yelled and I heard shuffling before she finally rushed out of the dorm.
“Calm your tits, Allie,” she fake scolded as she threw her bag into the back seat, “I haven’t even done my makeup yet.”
Leslie would be a woodland fairy if they existed. She had light brown hair that was always pulled into a high ponytail and it bounced across her shoulder blades when she runs. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of amber and she was really short, only reaching 5’2.
She also had this obsession with keeping the world clean. She was a vegan and only wears eco-friendly clothes.
Did I mention she volunteered for a recycling NGO during the weekends?
“We’re late, Leslie, what were you doing all morning?”
“I slept in,” she shrugged, “It’s not my fault honestly, I stayed up all night reading this really nice fantasy novel.”
“Oh no,” I groaned.
Leslie had an obsession with fantasy novels. For as long as I have known her, she always had her nose buried in a book and that wasn’t even the weird part, the weird part was that she was convinced they were real.
“I am going to ignore your pessimism,” she said, “Anyways this book is about a really evil Alpha.”
“Let me guess what happens,” I interrupted, “He finds his mate and she makes him a better person. Sorry to burst your little fantasy bubble; but that doesn’t happen in real life.”
“First of all, that is not what happened,” she shot me a scathing look, “Second of all, they do happen.”
“My apologies; what happened in the book?”
“Well the Alpha was very rude, especially to her and he treated her so badly,” she grimaced as if remembering something, “But then when he finally did fall in love with her, he made sure to atone for everything he had done wrong.”
I glanced at her awe-struck face and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“I knew you were going to laugh,” she pouted.
“I really tried my best not to,” I steadied my breathing, “Do you know that if you put in the same energy you use to read into school, you’d be a grade A student.”
She stuck out her tongue at me in retaliation.
“You really need to read this one; it’s about fairies and werewolves,” she gushed, “I can’t wait to meet an actual fairy.”
“Fairies don’t exist, Leslie,” I said in a bored tone.
“Of course they do,” she argued, “If they didn’t then why would people write about them?”
“Because it’s a myth, and it’s fantasy, it sells well.”
“Every myth is based on truth,”
“If that is true then we probably have fifteen different groups of gods in the world,” I countered, “The Greeks, the Romans, the Egyptians, and let’s not forget your supernaturals and the gods they worship.”
“You’re just too rigid.”
“That also means we have aliens and mermaids as well as deep sea creatures.”
“Well, science does say that about 95% of the ocean is undiscovered.” She offered, “They could live at the bottom where humans can’t go.”
“No creature as large as a mermaid can survive at the depths of the ocean. The pressure would kill them in seconds.”
“They’re magical; anything is possible.”
“I’m sorry but I don’t believe that.”
“One day, you are going to see that I was right and I am going to say ‘I told you so’.”
“There is a higher possibility of me finding a million-dollar cheque on the floor than that happening.”
“You are such an unbeliever and you will regret it when the creatures decide to start showing up.”
“I think you’ve read one too many fantasy books,” I patted her head in a comforting manner, “You should try nonfantasy.”
“You should try believing more.”
“I do believe,” I smiled, “In things that make sense like science and not children's stories like the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny.”
“The tooth fairy isn’t actually as nice as people think,” she said suddenly, “They’re actually mean fairies who steal your teeth and use them to lay a curse on you.”
“I can’t do this with you today,” I threw my hands up in frustration, “Let’s just go to class and forget about all this today.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you when you find your teeth missing.”
“I can’t believe I spent the entire drive to campus arguing with you about fantasy,” I muttered, stopping the car in the school parking lot, “Take the keys; you always finish classes early.”
We got out of the car and I made sure to lock it before handing her the keys.
I’ll see you at the end of the day.”
“Bye,” she gave me a small wave as she skipped her way into the main building.
I couldn’t help but shake my head as I watched her go.
Sooner or later she is going to have to let go of this ridiculous fantasy mindset that she has, I thought inwardly.
I turned to walk to my faculty when I noticed a car swerve right in front of me.
“What the hell, you asshole?” I yelled, “Don’t you know how to drive?”
The back door opened and a guy stepped out.
“Didn’t you see me standing here?” I snapped, staring daggers at him., “You could have run me over. Were your eyes closed while you were driving?”
He walked over to me until we were standing toe to toe and I took a step back.
“Personal space, dude.”
I tried to sidestep the guy but he stood in front of me and I finally looked up at him.
He was tall, I had to crane my neck to look at him and I was not exactly a short person at 5’7. His hair was a shade of dark chocolate and his eyes looked almost black.
“Can I help you?” I asked as I placed my hands on my hips but he stayed silent, “You don’t just bump into people and stare at them. I don’t know where you’re from but that’s not how it’s done here.”
“Brown hair, curvy,” he trailed off and I looked at him in confusion.
“Are you just going to stand there and list off my qualities?” I scoffed, “That is creepy as fuck.”
“You are here,”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, “You know what, I don’t even want to know.” I made to go my way but he blocked me again.
“You’re coming with me,” he stated, pulling me towards a car and I tried to wrench my hand out of his grip.
I opened my mouth to scream but he slapped a huge palm over my lips and then pushed me into the black SUV where three other men were seated; one at the back with me and two in the front seats.
“Drive,” he commanded, after slouching into the car seat beside me and the one in the driver’s seat stepped on the gas.
The car roared to life before I could scream for help.
Winston's POVAngelina slept for five days.In the space of those days, we had her father and her friend buried.I quite liked Leslie, she seemed to know a bit more about werewolves than her friend did, and if all Angelina had told me about her was true, then she would have loved to see the wolves herself.She would have loved to see us transform and she would have loved to see us run. She would have wanted to see the borders and she would have loved to see where the sea went to.She would have loved to know about the creatures she read so much about, but she didn't get the chance to.I still couldn't understand how Marco had managed to get to them so quickly. Angelina had said they would take one of the secret passageways Ella had shown her.Only the omegas knew of those passages, and seeing as one of them attacked me, I would say one of them had been in league with Marco too.After I had led the wolves on the run, I came back to meet Angelina passed out on the floor, her father dead
Angelina's POVFather and I were more or less forgotten outside for the night.We heard the wolves had their run in the woods and we heard the distinctive howl of the biggest one. Like a lead singer who directed the voice of all the others.My father and I watched as the body of the witch caught fire as soon as the rays of the moon touched it.I could almost hear screams coming out from those flames, and I would have felt pity for the soul that was being extinguished, but I knew all the things she had done.I was aware of how she had deprived another woman of the joy of having kids and I knew of how she had practiced her infernal magic in a wolf pack for almost two hundred years.Her magic was what kept her alive. Her magic was what made the pack remain so low in population and her magic was what gave her the power to forge alliances with people like Marco and continue their streak of evil.Her magic wasn't needed anymore. The world was better off without it.I turned my head to see m
Angelina's POVMarco was winning.I could see what he was planning to do. Winston probably wasn't aware of the amount of damage that had been done to his wolf, but it was a lot.Winston's wolf wasn't looking good, it wasn't in good shape.I couldn't speak to him anymore. We couldn't talk to each other lest I distract him, but if I could I would have told him to take some time to just circle Marco so he could heal up a bit.The despair had already started to set in and my thoughts had become dark. I was already considering death and what it would be like to be dead.This had to be the most awful thing to ever happen to me in the history of awful. To think that I had happiness at my fingertips, only for me to see it being yanked away from me by some evil guy and his disgusting witch lover.People would do anything for power and Marco was a clear example of that.I couldn't die though.If I died the baby I carried in me would die too and that would bring an end to Winston and his lineag
Winston's POVI felt the bond pull at me the moment Angelina did whatever it was she did.I saw Marco shrink and bare his teeth at me, the light in his eyes glowing violently and a crazed look appearing on his face.I howled and launched myself at him.The wind rippled around us and with it came the leaves of the forest. I felt them set the bounds of our battle.The duel was on.Marco launched himself at me with speed and precision, an attack of teeth and claws and his eyes giving off that aura of danger and confusion.Werewolves didn't feel things the way people did, we were connected to nature in a way no other creature could be and we felt things a lot stronger than any other creature.So when Marco placed his eyes on me and attacked, the dark magic that fueled that glow in his eyes made me falter.Marco struck with aim and precision, going straight for my hind legs and slashing for my throat.I dodged his slash but I felt his teeth sink into my hands.I howled and gave in to the w
Angelina's POVThe rules for the duel were simple.Well, it wasn't really simple, but it was our best shot at this.No matter what happened, I wouldn't be losing Winston anytime soon.When an Alpha challenged another Alpha to a duel, the power that ran through the forest, the same power that made them Alpha would listen, and the moment the other Alpha agreed to the duel, it would be sealed and locked in place.Anyone who defected or violated the rules of the duel would have the magic of the realm to contend with, and that was exactly what Winston was planning on.Marco wasn't a true Alpha, but for now, he was. I had to explain that to Winston last night. He said he had heard me all through the night. He had heard my bones cracking and he had heard my screams. He said he had smelt me too.I still couldn't figure out how that happened or exactly what had happened.I also didn't understand why I heard the word Mate in my head but that wasn't the issue at the moment.The wolves returned
Marco's POVAngelina and Winston escaped.'"How did they escape?"The fool I had put to guard the entrance to the cells looked away as I asked that question. I hadn't been expecting anything else.How did two shackled people, two chained and shackled people manage to get out of their chains and out of their cells? How could that have happened?Well, I could think of one way. One solid way that would leave me so annoyed if I found out it was true.I looked at the door as it came open and she walked in.She didn't look scared of me, at least not anymore. Siblings had to stick together after all and she was my sister. I had always thought she was my mate, but we had both known that wasn't true. "Did you let Angelina out yesterday?"She shook her head and I took a whiff of the air. She wasn't lying. I could feel a lot of things coming off her though. Like fear, desire, and maybe remorse.Was she starting to feel guilty now? Because of a human?I chuckled at that and gestured for her to
Angelina's POVMarco had his men take me and Winston to the dungeons.He gave orders for us to be separated.I could feel Winston in my head. The same way he could feel me in his and neither of us said a word. We simply sat there. feeling each other through the bond but not saying anything. I could tell Winston wanted to say something to me though.I knew he wanted to.But he didn't, and so we both sat in silence, so close to each other but yet so far away. Two thick walls separated me from him.Leslie's death was making me feel things I didn't want to feel.I heard the creak of the door as it came open and soon I was no longer alone.Ella was with me. In one of my dresses and with that sickly green look in her eyes. The light illuminated the sneer on her face and an identical sneer was on mine."Come to gloat?"Ella only chuckled and walked closer to me. I had my hands and feet in chains and I couldn't move. The slap she gave me was crisp and loud.It stung.My head whipped to the si
Angelina's POVSorrow.That was all I felt.I couldn't scream and I couldn't hear anything that was going on around me. The only thing I felt was sorrow.Deep and undeniable sorrow.Leslie was dead. My best friend was dead.Face down on the floor and unmoving, I could see the blood seeping into the shirt she had worn.Leslie was dead.Why?Why did he kill her?I could barely register the voices that were speaking in the room. I knew that Winston and Marco were talking, and I knew Marco was asking for something that could never be his, but I didn't care about all of that.The only thing I cared about at the moment was the person who lay on the floor. My best friend had been alive a few moments ago but was no longer alive now.Why did I bring her here? Just for her to meet an untimely death? No. I wouldn't have offered to bring her with me if I knew she would end up being killed. We had been captured because of my short-sightedness. I thought no one else would be using the servant pass
Marco's POVI watched as the door to the office swung open and in walked my old friend.Winston. Alpha of the werewolves, and protector of the realm.I scoffed.Angelina stood beside me, bound in rope and mumbling words that weren't actually words.Winston was too predictable. Angelina even more so.I knew she would try to use the secret entrance into the manor, and I knew she would try to use the one the maid had shown to her.But what I didn't know was that she would bring yet another human with her, into werewolf territory and the werewolf world.I could feel anger pulsing through me at the thought of that and I smirked as I leveled my gaze at him. His eyes still had that faint glint of gold in them.The gleam confirmed to me that he had been the one who opened the barrier.I was worried that I had been sidelined by the witch. I wouldn't put it past the two-hundred-year-old crones to actually have some trick up her sleeve that would give her the power to do that.We had trust issue
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