Orvyn's POVA knock from the door snapped us back to reality. What a bad timing! This was the hour Conrad visited to give me reports about the pack, and I'd carelessly forgotten. My sac was swollen with release, my dick veined to the crown. Shit! "This is not over." I reached for her gown at the foot of the bed and threw it at her. A pang of pain, swatted my thighs at different points. A while ago, the pain was lost in the wind of pleasure. Satisfying my female tamped the pain just fine. "Who's at the door?" She threw herself into the gown, adjusting the shoulders and the sleeves. Guilt and fear scrunched up her oval face, as she flipped her hair backward, running her fingers into through the tangled ends. "Are you expecting someone?""Orvyn?" A deep grumble rang outside the door. "Can i come in? We have something to talk about, and it's urgent."I reached for my briefs and shirt, and in the speed of light, I was dressed, tucked in bed like an innocent criminal. Olive's helped to sm
Kazamir's POVOne glance at the note, and I knew it was forged. That was not Elean's handwriting. It is either his cover had been blown, or perhaps, he'd join hands with Orvyn. I cannot be fooled. A century and a decade alive had taught me better than letting little pointers go unchecked. "This is not from Elean. The indentations of his handwriting has been altered. Something must have happened to him." I said to the scouts that brought me the note.A couple of weeks later, my enforcers met me in my chamber to have a closed door meeting with me. I let Drustian skip this one. He was busy training the men at the bailey. The clanging or metal and the charge of frosty exertions frizzled my nerves to no end. Alpha Cassian would think me a big fool, if he thought I wasn't aware of the shadow he planted on my heels. But I have a plan of my own. My improved hearing caught every step of Alphonso's feet, tiptoeing behind us. As we speak, his ears are plastered against the door, sifting what
Cassian's POV"Impossible! Alpha Orvyn is alive?!" I startled, staring Alphonso square in the eye across the red oak. His face was straight, rid of doubt. He couldn't have survived the strike. No supernatural creature in the realm.had the power to pull out the dagger. How could that be? It wasn't impossible for Orvyn to house a witch, regardless, the powers of a witch are far below the supremacy of Endor.I leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. Alphonso had brought report of the investigation, to my chambers. The news of Alpha Orvyn being alive still left me rattled. I dug the blade deep into his chest. How did he... "Are you certain of what you heard from Kazamir? Perhaps, you misconstrued his claim of death for life." I tempered my voice to a whisper, speaking between gritted teeth. "I plunged the dagger into his chest with my own hands. There's no way in hell he could have survived that!""Alpha Kazamir was very sure about his claim, My Lord. It's crystal clear that Alpha O
Cassian's POVWhile Alphonso attended to Mount Cara, I sought an avenue to satisfy my cravings. At dark, I stole out of my lonely chambers to the whorehouse just outside the castle walls, donned in a hooded fur coat. Taking the east wing through the frosty rocky lane, I humped down to the buzzling house.The snow was heavy that night, determined to bury any object in sight. There was hardly any sign of life loitering the night. At a time as this, hot soup was the best and first choice, while others opted for a blazing release.Those others is where I fall.Rhoda. I'd never desired someone this much; not even Olive. There's something about this whore Olive was lacking in. I can't place a claw on it now, but I'm about to find out. I approached the door to the storey, adjusting the hood of my coat. On a night like this, in a place like this, secrecy was key. I won't be surprised if Alpha Kazamir have his men strapped to my heels.The chronic scent of booze and sex obstructed my airway.
Cassian's POVI followed obediently behind him, taking each step with a slight creak in response. I gathered the coat over me, blanketing a greater part of my face as the coat would allow. We appeared into a hallway with rooms on both sides of the wall, as we headed down the narrow hallway. I trust the big man to lead me to his sister without playing pranks on me. I placed my hand over the hilt of my dagger snagged to my side under my coat. I always have it handy for self defense. Where claws ended, a double edged Venus sliver blade assumed the spotlight.The had no doors for privacy. Transparent colourful linens hung above the entryway to each room, revealing the rumbustious activities happening withing each room.The scent of fresh oil and spilled cum swam mingled with the screams and lavish grunts of "Fuck!" "Suck that dick!" "Bend over!" And other profanities that were a norm in a whore house. I was aware of the faintest thrusts- blame it to my already burgeoning cock. From the
Cassian's POVThe urgency at which I climbed into the room, brushing the bartender aside, baffled me. Up until now, fighting for the throne of my father was the last time I'd ever been this riled up. This demonic zeal to claim something I almost couldn't do without. To lay down all I'm worth at the table of desire. My beast seized the cue to switch sides, panting on the defensive with claws flashed. I attempted to pass a clear-cut warning to the man on whose scrawny laps I found Rhoda, but it came out in a repressed growl, "Get your filthy hands off my girl." Hunched with a leaven of raw rage, I snarled to the four posts bed beside the wall to do more than getting Rhoda off the old fool's lap. Wrapped up in the fury of my mind, I was much less aware of the brunette sitting on a chair across a table piled up with bundles of scrolls. A jar of ink, and a quill sat in the midst of the untidy table."Easy, Stranger," the big man placed a hand on my shoulder, holding me back. "Don't be ra
Cassian's POV"I'll not concede to this balderdash!" Lord Logan raved, red in the face. He turned to Trisha and said, "word about you was that you're a strict business woman, and it was in that faith I made transactions with you. I paid in full to have that whore as my sex slave," he pointed at me and continued, "he's an Alpha doesn't mean he can come in here to bully me and ruin my night! You must honour your word! This is a gross slap to my calibre!""Do not talk to me in that manner," I stepped forward, fuming with bottled rage. I don't know how long I can hold up my beast. Calling our female a whore to our face was not the kind of compliment we were okay with. "Trust me when I say this, there won't be a third time."Truth be admitted, Rhoda was the sole reason this old man wasn't dead yet. Doesn't he have a mate? He stood up to me, as if he could really stand up to me. "And what will you do, uhn? You're no Alpha of mine. I kneel and bow to Alpha Kazamir alone." He spoke his next w
Olive's POVThe day of the execution finally came. The pack gathered at the castle gate, caroused in heavy pelt and leather coats, facing a fairly large raised platform on which a guillotine stood erect. The elders and nobles stood to the left of the platform, while the commoners maintained the right. Separating them were the pack Standing rigid between Orvyn and Conrad, I scanned the crowd, looking for the puerile faces of children, but I found none. I applauded Orvyn for leaving out the innocent pups from the execution. In retrospect, my father would have done otherwise. Back home, father would summoned the entire pack, including the children, to witness an execution."A good soldier must not be afraid of death," he'd say. "Learn to be at peace with your ultimate enemy and you'll kiss it on the lip with a smile on your face." Up until now, the true meaning of his words evaded me. I was four years old when I saw an executioner's axe descending on a man's neck. Blood bubbled from his