When Rowan pushes into Sage’s room, his steps are heavy, his eyes already searching every corner of the room, looking for the familiar sight of the brown hair omega but the bed is empty of him and his scent, and sitting at the edge of the bed is Bloom, hugging her knees to her chest while her shoulders vibrate with muffled cries escaping her.“Bloom,” Rowan calls in a voice that is low and flat. “Where’s Sage?”Immediately, she raises her head and gets down on her knees again, bowing repeatedly with her head touching the ground. “Please, don’t kill me; I’m sorry,” she weeps.Rowan reaches her in an instant; he grabs her by the arm and pulls her to her feet, feeling the way her entire being shakes and trembles. “Don’t make me ask again, omega, where is the Luna?”She looks at him through watery eyes, overwhelmed with fear and terror. “I—I don’t know where he is. He didn’t return the whole night,” she manages to speak out, shaking her head hard. “I swear I don’t. I’m so sorry, Alpha. I
Sage wakes up slowly. Fuck, his head pounds like crazy, yet the world is dark and quiet around him; he feels the warmth of a fire as he slowly opens his eyes. It takes him a moment before he makes out the rough stone walls around him. He blinks once, then twice, realizing he is in a cave. The air smells of damp rock and smoke from the catching fire in front of him and a burning cigar.His head feels heavy, his tongue dry, yet his mouth tastes like metal. He tries to move but realizes he can’t. His hands are tied behind his back, even his feet are tied, and the ropes bite into his skin brutally. Sage lets out a hiss of pain, but his vision is spinning like he’s going to pass out soon, and the pain in his chest only seems to have worsened. Is he really going to die?Sage rarely feels fear, but this time, it takes residence in his bones. He doesn’t want to die like this. At this moment, every breath he takes seems to hit harder than the last, but he forces himself to keep his eyes open a
Sage doesn't even remember how his legs carried him out of that room. All he knows is that the taste of blood is now heavy on his tongue, his chest feels tighter now, his hands won’t stop shaking, and finally, he's taking that woman to the grave.If he's dying, he's taking her with him.He storms down the hall, blinded by anger, hatred, and malice, ready to drag her by the throat.“Old bitch,” he mutters under his breath, his voice low and rough. Sage has always been careful, but who would have thought the maid he trusted would be the one to un-alive him?Ironic, right? He barks out a laugh and then swallows the lump in his throat. He’s almost at her chambers when he sees movement; his eyes narrow as he stops just as her door opens and she steps out.She's wearing a long black hoodie that hides most of her face and form. Sage watches as she takes the opposite way, and she moves quickly, without glancing back. Sage frowns. Where the hell is she going dressed like that?Curiosity takes
It's been two days since Alpha Xander and his pack have been in Bloodfang. Two days since Sage bore hate for the alpha, but it's been two days since he last saw him, not that Sage wants to see him. He doesn't care for the Alpha. He might just punch him in the face when he sees him. Saves him the trouble since their paths have never crossed.Sage walks down the long hall of the pack house's second floor that leads to his bedroom. His steps are steady at first, but then his head starts to spin, followed by a sharp dizziness that causes him to come abruptly to a stop in the middle of the hall. His hand flies to brace himself against the wall while his breathing suddenly comes out shallow, and before he knows it, there's a metallic taste in his mouth.Blood. His eyes widen in realization. What's happening? As soon as the thought crosses his mind, there's a sharp pain in his chest, and his hand immediately flies up to clench.Suddenly, the hallway feels cold, and everythin
The dining hall of the pack house is filled with voices and the sound of cutlery. The long table is filled with Bloodfang wolves on one side and the visiting Stonehaven pack members on the other. Sage sits quietly beside Rowan, picking at his food. He’s not hungry, but he tries to look at least polite, but Sage doesn’t miss the way Rowan’s eyes never seem to leave Xander. It makes Sage think about whether or not they have some sort of history rather than just the packs allying.The Stonehaven alpha sits across from them. He's leaned back in his chair like he owns the place with one leg crossed over the other. He has a fur coat over his shoulders. He chews his meat slowly, while his gaze seems to be focused solely on Sage as he picks a single grape off the plate and throws it into his mouth.“Rowan, won't you introduce me to your mate?” he says, finally moving his gaze to Alpha Rowan.“He doesn't need to know who you are,” comes Rowan's reply, and Xander chuckles. “I think that's im
Rowan pushes the door of the bedroom with Sage in his arms in bridal style while Bloom is hot on his trail with a bowl of water and a clean towel.He gently places him on the bed and immediately starts to clean the dry blood off his injury. “I left you for a minute, and you got injured.”Sae pouts at the scolding tone. “It’s my fault someone was foolish enough to set a trap there. That forest has no animals to catch; whoever it was was hoping to catch something else.” His pout gets deeper when he realizes how stupid he was to fall into a foothold trap. “I think the alpha at the forest did it.”Rowan’s action pauses for a second, then he continues, wrapping the injury with a bandage after applying a healing ointment.“Who is he?” Sage asks when Rowan says nothing. “Why is he in Bloodfang’s territory, roaming free?”Rowan clenches his jaw as if he doesn't want to talk about it, keeping his attention on wrapping Sage’s leg up. “That’s Xander, Alpha of Stonehaven Pack. He’s a guest, here