LOGINAlpha Vlad~Her moan crushes my bones, leaving me weak as a leaf. I groan as she struggles to free her wrists. Her legs straddle mine, brushing and guarding as the friction between our bodies intensifies.“Let me go,” she whispers, grinding harder.Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Raising my hips a little, I undo my belt. The material must be hurting her skin. Sliding the belt out of its holes, I go for what I always wanted that the fucking Goddess keeps depriving me of. With my thumb, I press down on her clit. Gently. She is fragile and should be handled with grace. My member strains painfully as she cries in pleasure. The whole of her trembles under my touch.Her hips raise higher as she rides my finger while I stroke her clit and will not let go. Yeah… I love it. She should feel every bit of my touch. She is mine.Her wetness coats her wet bloomers as she cries, begging for more. Shit! This isn't the plan. Milena is forbidden and out of reach. This woman has so much power over me. Or it’s the
Alpha Vlad~She did it.Milena fucking jumped without her brain. How dare she think her life belongs to her? She has no right to die until I permit it. No damn right!“Vlad!” Kane calls out as I take off my coat. “The warriors will go after her.” Still speaking, trying to convince me, but the words float away.I kick off my boots and chase after her. A forceful lift-off from the shift, my body slices into the water with a sharp splash. The ocean slaps my skin, chilling every nerve as my arms sweep wide. Salt stings my eyes as the ocean pushes me, creating distance from the ship. My vision blurs as the dark ocean reflects more darkness. My lungs strain as I swim deeper, chasing her shadow thrashing. Good. Found her.I told her I love to chase. Hunt. I warned her it is my favorite game. She dares doubt me, thinking the ocean will save her from me. No, little mate. I will come for you wherever you are. Hunt you down even in death.Kicking legs, I move faster as I set my eyes on her pa
Milena~If someone mentioned I would find sleep in storming moments, trust me to curse out the person’s soul. Who sleeps when their house is on fire? Well, I do. There are some natural things you can’t fight in life, and sleep is one of them. I let nature take over me. No idea how long. It isn't long before Stefan taps my shoulder. “Hey, wake up. Some officers are here to inspect.”“Officers,” I ask, slurring. “What do they want?” Scratching my chin, a yawn escapes me.“Nothing you can offer.” Stefan pushes my head off his shoulder with a finger. “They are here to carry out their duties.”“Has the ship stopped again?”“Not yet, but now. We are in the North wing.” He rummages inside his faded brown bag, bringing out a red crest. “This is important for our pass.” Stefan places the light iron on my thigh. It falls off. “Holy shit! Don’t design the piece with a scratch. It took a while to successfully steal it.”I pick up the crest. “Sorry for—eehh!…You're a thief?” My eyes bug out.He
Milena~If someone mentioned I would find sleep in storming moments, trust me to curse out the person’s soul. Who sleeps when their house is on fire? Well, I do. There are some natural things you can’t fight in life, and sleep is one of them. I let nature take over me. No idea how long. It isn't long before Stefan taps my shoulder. “Hey, wake up. Some officers are here to inspect.”“Officers,” I ask, slurring. “What do they want?” Scratching my chin, a yawn escapes me.“Nothing you can offer.” Stefan pushes my head off his shoulder with a finger. “They are here to carry out their duties.”“Has the ship stopped again?”“Not yet, but now. We are in the North wing.” He rummages inside his faded brown bag, bringing out a red crest. “This is important for our pass.” Stefan places the light iron on my thigh. It falls off. “Holy shit! Don’t design the piece with a scratch. It took a while to successfully steal it.”I pick up the crest. “Sorry for—eehh!…You're a thief?” My eyes bug out.He
Milena~Cold gentle breeze kisses my skin as we travel deeper into the ocean. I brush my arm, finding warmth. My gaze never stops roaming around the pale faces of the people.For a pack as rich as Virethorn, sad to see how malnourished the people are. Since my understanding of life matured, I’ve never paid attention to the common citizens.Why haven’t I? Or the question should be, why am I concerned about the pack members? Life isn’t fair to me either. Never has been from birth. “Hey.” The young man brushes his shoulder against mine. “You seem lost. Is this your first time?”“First time on what?” I stare down at him.“Escaping.” He laughs. With a finger circling in the air, he adds, “Taking adventures that you shouldn't.”How is it any business of his what I do?“I’m not escaping.” If that will shut his mouth.“Clearly, you are.” With a smirk, he taps a torn part of my dress. “I know a runner when I see one.”“I’m not runn—”“Stefan,” he cuts in.And I drag in a breath of annoyance,
Alpha Vlad~Petitions pile on petitions as Zoran drops a new set on my desk. Situations surrounding my mate and my pack made me slack in my duties. Failing in the worst way.It’s not in my principles, but Milena's situation is essential. My mind is settled knowing she is safe and resting on my island.What is she doing now? Did she let Nana out and go for a run? How is her reaction when she visits the kitchen and finds the various meals laid out for her? I can imagine her bright smile.I hope she is excited enough to forget how terrible the past few days of her life have been. I wish for her to live in the moment and enjoy all good things. This is temporary, but I promise to find a permanent solution before I run out of time.“Did you see the petition written by your father-in-law?” Kane chuckles, sitting on the chair opposite my desk.“I do not care.”“You have to.” Zoran leans on the desk. “The old man is in pain. You took his daughter, and till this moment, there's been no sign of
Milena~Has she gone nuts?Arriving outside, I glance around, taking cognitive notes of the surroundings. Tall gothic walls stand at the edge of the packhouse, giving it a timeworn look. The building fabrics are made of maze, different from my home in Virethorn. Bricks, wood, and fine glass are the
Alpha Vlad~The meaningless procedure introduced by my old rag ended the event faster. Princess Lada was ordered to stay back in my quarters. I wanted to object, but Kane pleaded to allow the ruling stand for the sake of our plan and the people. When this plan succeeds, I’ll make sure my father an
Alpha Vlad~Concentrate, Vladimir. You have to face your reality. She is simply your mate and means nothing. Put your fucking mind together. My face buries in my hands as I fight it all: the bond, callings, and urges. Every damn thing that roars Milena’s name. Why the hell can’t I concentrate? Fu
Alpha Vlad~Returning to the packhouse, I head for my quarter. My fingers are balled into fists by my sides. My blood steams with fire as my body vibrates. I had ordered Thane to bury the bodies on the hill—a place where my warriors are buried—as a form of respect for serving the pack. I instructe







