ENSNARED BY HIS WOLF

Asha Ever since I was sixteen, every attempt at attending the mating night was a failure. Damon would strictly forbid me from leaving the house, telling me I wasn't ready yet. Even when mother would try to protest, telling him my wolf had already awakened, he would shut her up, stating he knew what was best for me. He only wanted to claim me, of course. For the past six years, I never joined the others when it was the mating night. I was either reading, or doing some crocheting. With time, I even grew to dread the mating night. I just didn't want anything to do with it. My Mother's second chance 'mate' wasn't exactly the nicest to her, so it was a no no for me. Speaking of the mating night. Why the fuck am I lying on a bed of rustling leaves, surrounded by a canopy of trees, half blocking the moonlight? I'm a hundred percent sure I was at home, trying to escape then I blacked out. How did i get here? The breeze hits my skin, sending an almost sickening chill in

Asha The arrows keep coming. This time the attackers know what to do. The arrows no longer stop a few feet before us, they now whistle past, nearly grazing us a couple of times. "Why the hell are these people after you?!" I gasp, my throat burning from too much swallowing. "That's not for you to find out cupcake," he snaps, his hand still snaked around my waist firmly. 'Those damn rogues! I'll make sure to conjure up a plan to wipe out those fuckers!' Rogues? Actual rogues? Okay before you call me stupid, I've only heard of them in stories. I've always imagined them to be a group of homeless, sickly wolves who tried to make a living outside a pack. I never expected them to be damn good with fucking arrows, in.. a modern era! And why are they even after the Lycan king? In that instant, I see a group of masked men clad in black clothes, coming after us, still shooting those arrows. "I see a group of masked men! You should run faster, they're catching up to us!

Auren "Boss, the seer is already here," one of my goons, Raze inform me. "Bring him in," I rub my forehead, my head pounding with frustration. He nods, and walks back to the door, then leads in an old man who barely past his half millennial cycle. He comes in clutching his walking stick, walking steadily towards me. "I'm glad you came," I reach him before he comes closer, takes his hand, and kisses it. He just nods, and signals for a place to sit. "Being him a chair, quick!" Raze whips out a chair, and brings it towards the seer, placing it behind him. The seer takes his time in sitting down, before slowly exhaling. "I won't waste your time. I will go straight to the point," I walk towards the creepy omega. "She's taken my wolf away from me. I still don't know how she did it." The seer looks in her direction, "Where did you find her?" "Technically, she was the one who found me. She actually saved my life," I scratch the back of my neck, fee

Asha The man looks at his wristwatch, and smirks, "A time bomb would be better," he grins. My heart is pounding harder than a pestle. Beads of perspiration, line up on my forehead as I watch him signal to his goons to go plant it as the front door. "What should I do?" I whisper, my eyes rolling back into my sockets in helplessness. "I can't come out of this place; he'll see me," I bite my nails, fidgeting. "But I have to warm Auren somehow," my eyes keep looking around for the best means to get out of my hiding spot without that mean guy noticing me. "Swing into action, guys. Once we finish him off, I would have my place back as the king of the underworld," his eyes widen unnaturally, his lips breaking out in an eerie grin. "So he's the king of the underworld. No wonder so many people are after him," I hiss, still thinking of a way to get out my spot without the man noticing me. My eyes finally land on a path that leads somewhere else. If I can pass this plac

Asha I gasp softly as Auren lets go of my hand. They drop to my knees, holding them for support. "I think I've died nine times this evening," I gasp breathlessly. "What a wonderful day," I continue sarcastically. "We have to leave this area. Trust me, once the others notice we're gone, they'd stop at nothing to find us," he grunts. "I'm tired. I can't continue moving," I let go of my knees, and drop to the ground. "What? You're tired already?" He stoops to my level, "You can't afford to be tired until we've left this place." "What else can I do?" I hiss at him, "We've been walking for three hours," I drawl, "Isn't it natural for me to get tired?" I furrow my brows. He places his hands on his hips, pressing his lips into a thin line. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up, "Alright, we can rest for the rest of the night; we just need to find a—" "Look!" I point to a small cabin not too far from where we're rooted, "It's a cabin!" A rush of dopamine