45. He was an alpha... not a rogue.
"G-gazelle?" Dumbstruck by the voice speaking in her head, Lisa flickered her eyelids vigorously to meet a new era of atmosphere.
Her sight seemed to have become pellucid. She can see an intelligible image of the surroundings that was ten times better than her normal vision. It was as if she was given a power to see things differently, this was only something she had loved earlier, notwithstanding. Because she was getting to see the world with her wolf's eyes.
"Yes, Lisa, this is me, your wolf. Oh, I can't express how joyous I feel while talking to you! I thought I would never be freed again." Gazelle cheerfully said, swirling merrily in Lisa's mind as she shockingly stared at everything around her.
With the advanced clear sight, she was able to observe the intricate pattern of leaves, and how it's green veins distributed in a channel. Her heightened hearings can listen t
46. Humble alpha turned into a horrible alpha! Brave City, "Good afternoon, Alpha!" "It's good to see you after a long time, Alpha!" "Live long, stay strong, Alpha!" "Alpha Alan's here. Gosh, he's so handsome. I have never seen him this close before. Should we go and talk to him?" It was after a span of two months that Alpha Alan was shuffling his feet in the markets of his pack's capital city. People admired him. From old to young, adults to cubs, all of them plastered a big wide grin on their lips, expressing their jubilation on seeing their alpha. "Good afternoon, Alpha Alan. My son wants to join the pack's army post his education." A she-wolf bowed down across him while a young pup certainly ten or twelve summers old stared at his alpha without any blinking. It was as if he was meeting his hero. The inspiration o
47. A shocking realization "Aahh! Alph-aah!" Jenny hissed as her skin burnt under the scorching heat his kisses transferred in her body. She was sandwiched between him and the platform built around the bath tub. Her head mercilessly arched as he bit her throat. He nibbled her collar bone leaving traces of redness that were far too gruesome than hickeys. Jenny was slender, she was soft with glossy hair that tumbled past her shoulders in waves of silk. But now they were all over the place and stuck at her neck and face. Her complexion was almost porcelain; which at the moment had become red as she blushed and it was there for him to see. Her features were delicate; she had an ethereal beauty that was refined. Jenny was of medium height, and she was so slender that her body was graceful and dainty and was fully concealed behind his broad shoulders and muscled frame.
48. A message from her pack for the alpha. "H-he passed away?" His heavy voice, filled with self-realization and lots of guilt, faltered. Just for a second, a flickering second, Alpha Alan's eyes softened before they hardened way more than they were before. The flick of changing emotions on his face turned cold and hard. His jaw tightened and the flesh on it glistened in the radiating rays of the setting sun that cast a shadow of orange and dark yellow. The filter on his face blackened his looks, making him seem even merciless. Even heartless. And colder than the harsh night of winters. Adrian was observing every change on his face. He was startled to see Alan not show any guilt after that specific second. He has.... Changed. Negatively. Harshly. "Alan," he began again, hoping to seek answers to the questions he was preparing to ask. But one glance from Alan and
49. Wild to the mistress "Ughh... Ahh! Ahh!" Jenny screamed warily. She clutched the sheet on the bed tightly under her palms as she tried to keep up with the deep and vigorous thrusts of Alpha Alan. The dusky night sky was soon going to erupt into a bright morning. The birds have started singing the morning melodies. Even the black clouds have seemingly begun to depart. It was just a matter of seconds when the night was replaced by the shimmery glow of the sun as it scattered its orange hue over the horizon, turning the chirping of birds loud. "Ahhh!! Ahhh, a-alpha— aahhh!" Amid the hard sound of skin slapping skin, Jenny groaned. This pain was difficult to bear. It travelled right through her skin into her bones. She shuddered. Her fingers bit more and more into the sheets as she grit her mouth. The pain associated with pleasure dawned
50. He doesn't have to be merciful any more! Alpha Alan sat in the bathing pool under cold water. His eyes were staring nowhere in the dark room illuminating under the creeping rays of morning brightness while a part of him— A small tiny and insensible part of him shuddered at how he was treating his ever so kind and always available mistress. 'That's how a mistress is used!' But again, that voice of his demon interrupted his thoughts and slayed that tiny part inside him. He doesn't have to be merciful. He tried being one and tasted what it was to give him by the one he assumed deserved all of him. But nope, she only meant to use him. Used him like an object and then tossed him away. Now the alpha was certain of being heartless and not letting anyone play with his feelings like HER. Like that bi*ch with an innocent facade and a heart of a witch. It was so very
51. Terminating the mistress! While the alpha was still processing her words in his brain, she helped Adrian sit straight and cleaned the trail of blood from his forehead. She sniffed and her sobs echoed like an irritating tune in his ears. "Jenny, don't! Don't take the blame on your head. It was me who went to look for Lisa. I was worried for her." Though every part of his body was bathing in a scorching boiling pool of anguishing water, Beta Adrian eyed her to back off. This was a dirty game. The alpha was not in his senses. She should not be coming into the field of war when he was slitting throats like a vulgar barbarian. Adrian kept that in mind. He slowly put his hand around the back of her palm as he directed to remove them from his cheeks. "Do not lie for me, Beta Adrian. Please." She uttered in a vibrating tone but she didn't budge for she knew he was required to stay by the alpha
52. 'What have I done to ourselves?' Alpha Alan moved with a dreadful aura like a tornado during the evening amidst an enthralling shower. The servants hid themselves either this or that way behind poles, near curtains or for that matter feigned as if work had occupied them in order to avoid catching his gaze. Because they knew that if they caught the alpha's eyes, they would not be able to see the next morning— on a good term. Alan comprehensively walked through the passageway and to his room as he himself didn't give a shit how his people were fretting from his presence. He just didn't mind it. As if the world didn't exist for him. His sorrows were all that he cared about. Anyways, unaware of the storm he was going to witness in his room as Alpha Alan pushed the door of his room open and set his right foot within, he observed something being thrown just at his feet. When he lifted his eyes to see wh
53. Damsel in distress! "Julian!!!" Sebestian, bleeding from the forehead and tied in thick rusty iron chains in a wall right opposite to where Lisa was being physically hurt, thundered. He was weak and starving for days. They would only provide him food once in five days and that was also nothing but some stale sticky rice with lots of chilli flakes garnishing it. He had refused consuming it earlier but his wolf could not persist the torture of hunger, hence he relinquished. He was anyway surviving, battling to keep up with the tortures that were being inflicted on him and bear all that they effused on him— until Lisa was caught. When he heard that his sister was brought back, he felt blood draining his body since he feared all that these bastards would inflict on her. And his fear was genuine though. Watching her after months of escape hitched his breaths and stopped his