The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POVWe bounded down the stairs into the courtyard, my thoughts spiralling into a tornado. Any man of Mortem with his sanity in him would never step his feet into my house on his own accord. Except apprehended by a bounty hunter and sold to a slave master, he was only seeking death."What does he want here? I whispered to Conrad. "Is he in his right senses?""That, I'm not sure of.""Could he be a spy from Kazamir?""That's what we're about to find out."The guards pushed the mighty double doors apart for as, as we cornered the castle keep to the left, heading for the cave that led to the tomb of the past Alphas of Vagamor. Deep into the tomb, the dungeon was carved out of a mountain. With little ventilation, and no sunlight, it was hell on earth. At the mouth of the cave, two burning torches hung on a metal rack on either side of the stone walls. The two guards before us nodded at the rugged keepers of the dungeon, Octavius and Lucius,
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVA week has passed since I saw Orvyn. If anything to go by, our last encounter- the foreplay at the pool- drifted us apart. Everyday, the gulf between us seemed to yawn wider and wider. He would not come to see me as his manner was, and because I'm still his prisoned guest, as he fondly described me, my movement around the keep was restricted.I wake up each day longing to smell the scent of his body; to pass my fingers over the sturdy outline of his frame, and rest my head on his baked chest.One night, I dreamt Orvyn and I sat in a valley of lilies, with twin cubs between us. The boys had the face of Orvyn, but had my eyes and hair colour. There was no father, no war, and no hell barking down on us. The scenery was sunny and perfect, until I woke up wishing it was real.If wishes were horses.But on the flip side, Emilia has been the closest companion I'd had in these couple of weeks. If she wasn't there, I'd have lost my sanity to
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POV"I don't mean to interrupt. I came to ask the princess few questions." He said, dropping one of his hands to his side.His sun burn skin captured the subtle glow of the rising sun, accentuating the roundness of his biceps. With his long black hair neatly packed behind his head, the intricate angles of his diamond-shaped face caught my attention. His busy brows shaped above lashes too long to belong to a man betrayed the rigidity of his manly hollow cheeks and high cheekbones.A recalcitrant strand of hair fell over the anterior angle of his forehead, overlapping his left eye. Damn! This man is beautiful. A band tightened in my chest, my lungs constricting into tight knots of longing and emptiness. Alpha Orvyn was stealing the air I breathe, and I hated the way he made me feel vulnerable and stupid.Not to appear less of myself, I ran my fingers hastily over my hair, and tucked few strands behind my ear. Fuck! I'm still in my nightgo
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVSpying on my father's spy? I've never heard anything more absurd and unrealistic my entire life. Keeping the spy incarcerated in the dungeon, or outrightly killing him would save Orvyn the sweat of tending a venomous snake under his arm. This decision was so wrong in every sense, and I would have none of it."How do you plan on doing this?" I folded my across my chest. "My father is a vicious man who would stop at nothing to get what he wants. This spy is bad news, aren't you seeing that?" I brushed past him, and sat at the edge of the bed beside the stool that still had remnants of my breakfast on it.The aroma of the pork and brown bread swam into my nostrils invitingly, but Orvyn was driving me crazy with his crazy plan, that I failed to succumb."Look," he strode to my side, and knelt between my knees, holding my hands. "I know you must think me a fool because of the plan, but listen to what I have to say first, will you?"I rel
The House of Mortem; North of the RealmKazamir's POVI sat at the table with Drustian, gobbling up food, and drinking up wine in a frenzy. The new moon is nigh, calling unto me to pay my debt. Blood. My body craved it. I needed blood to douse my raging nerves. The witch had told me the consequences of my greed would far outweigh the power it would give me, but I was too adamant to listen.Too greedy to turn away from becoming the most powerful Alpha in the realm.Time was when I thought a werewolf was all it took to be poewrful, until I saw a were-lion take down a company of werewolves without sustaining more than a scratch that healed up like a mirage. He was frightfully invisible. Right there and then, I coveted the power, working out all schemes to be extraordinary."It's happening, Sire." Drustian reminded, looking down on me with pity.I hate pity. The more reason I fought to become powerful. By far, being feared was better than being pitied."I know," I broke off a joint from t
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"Are you mad? How can you believe all she told you without giving it a second thought?" Conrad blurted.He and I took a leisurely stroll outside the castle walls to walk the common market. It was dull chilly noon, and winter was here. Heaps of snow were shoveled to the corners of the market Street. Those who could afford a coat of fur had it draped over them to keep warm and cozy, while the others, mostly peasants, doubled their clothes with an extra piece of clothing. As we walked down the noisy market, glancing from one stall to the other, we couldn't avoid the incessant bows and constant "My Lord" from the pack members. "I know how it sounds. Yes, I should have investigated to know if it's true." I acknowledge the bow of a peasant Omega farmer, and continued with Conrad. "But she sounded so believable. I could feel it in her tiny voice that she was speaking the truth."He came up to my front, his breath forming into temporary clo
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOrvyn's POV"What!" Her eyes bulged with expected shock. "I can't come down with you. Leave me here in my room." She faced the window, fumbling with her fingers."That's the only way the elders will listen to me. If you tell them yourself, they might take your word for it.""Might, Orvyn. Might" she emphasized, turning to face me, exasperated and afraid. "As far as this goes, it's not a good plan. You can't bring me to the courtyard to convince your elders. I'm fine right here."I closed up the distance between us in gentle strides, pulling her closer by the waist. I'd almost forgotten how beautiful she was in the yellow cote she was putting on, with her auburn hair rolling down her shoulders in wild waves. I combed my fingers through her hair, parting the curly ends, awestruck at the silken texture.I trailed my fingers to the slope of her oiled neck, wafting in the smell of pressed olive oil on her skin. She shivered under my touch, closing h
The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVHis grip around my wrist tightened like shackles in the hands of a prisoner. The scent of his fear drifted into my nose, which left me pondering on what he could be afraid of. Father was not the reason for his fear; he'd devoted his youth to killing him. There was something else he was afraid of. Perhaps it could be the Omicrons. It's a new moon, and the Omicrons would be on the prowl to hunt the souls of any supernatural in sight.He pushed me into the room with a growl, bolting the door behind him, seething in anger. "What were you thinking saying those things down there, urh?""It's none of your business what I do with my life. No one decides how I live my life.""Are you insane?! Do you think this is a joke? You could die out there, and I may not be able to save you." He took a step closer, gripping me by the arms. "Why don't you take my offer and leave the castle now that you have the chance?"I tried to squirm out of his grasp