Effortlessly, he hauled him down the hall with chronological paintings, designs, and pillars. Reaching the door of his bedroom, he was met with a pacing redhead, gasping at the sight of the commander carrying a man to his room.
"Commander..."."Whatever it is has to wait" he aired bluntly and dismissively, walking past the wolf creature in human form as he nudged in through the doors of his bedroom.The commander sauntered towards his gigantic bed in the middle of the spacious room and tossed his mate on the mattress.Ace weakly grunted as his back touched the fluffy mattress. With a haze gaze, he turned his head to the side to find the commander taking off his shirt, disclosing his tone abdomen. "W-what are you doing?!"Instead of answering, the commander climbed on the bed and began shredding Ace of his clothes, throwing them at the corner of the room while Ace did nothing but lay still, unwillingHe let the water flow down his body, rinsing away every bit of muck, blood, and mud. A hefty sigh left his lips as he thought back to the chagrin he faced earlier, he would never be able to hear the end of it from his mother, the sorrowful gazes from his people. Everything was ravaged, nothing would be the same anymore.Suddenly, fresh anger flowed through his body like lava as he recalled the cocky grin on that Alpha's face and before he could restrain himself, he had fisted the wall, forging a little crack.Why did it have to happen to him?Taking a deep breath, he switched off the shower, wrapped his torso with a towel, and walked out from the bathroom but stopped in his tracks as his eyes landed on the figure sitting comfortably on his new bed."You!"Alpha Xavier smirked, standing on his feet, facing the other. "Hello, Jett. Hope you had a nice bath since you haven't had that in a w
The voices coming out from the mansion had him stopping in his tracks. His gaze went down to the large tray that weighted on his hands. He bit his bottom lips as he listened, a light gasp leaving his lips as he heard the woman's yells, urging her son to either poison Alpha Xavier or strangle him to death in his sleep. His eyes expanded as he looked around his surroundings. Even though they were planning on taking back their pack, were they supposed to be this loud, yelling and shouting especially on the same Alpha's land that they were trying to kill. What was he supposed to do now? Dump the tray of food and run back to his Alpha and report what he just heard? That was expected of him, right? But this is his only chance to see his mate again. Maybe he should ignore it and inform the Alpha secretly to be aware of his captives? Alexis nodded his head, finally coming to a decision. He walked towards the door of the large mansion and knock and i
As he walked out of the mansion and headed towards the packhouse, his new home, he couldn't help but think back to what his mother had said.********EARLIER*******Slap! The flamboyant sound erupted throughout the mansion. Jett stood still, ignoring the burning sting on his cheek while keeping his head low, even his wolf scraped at the back of his head. He warranted it. “I always knew you are nothing but a blunder, I was right but your bizarre father thought you are preordained for greatness, greatness my foot. Now, look at us today. We’ve lost our home, our land to some weird species and our stupid Alpha just waived everything after a few storks of a whip, a fucking limp, that’s what you are!!!” His mother, former Luna Myra exclaimed at his face, shoving him on the chest, hitting him on his already flared cheeks. She was right and he knew that. No Alpha gave up his pack like that. “Why do I have such a doormat for a son and dreadfully, an Alpha!” the woman threw her hands in the a
"Ace!""Ace!"Again, the owner of the name ignored as he kept walking down the hall, dismissing the curious look he received from passbyers. Again, he swiveled the corner but was met with another aisle. Why in the goddess name was this place so massive?"Ace!"Again his name was yelled, a bit louder but when he was about to turn another corner, his wrist was clasped and he was slammed against the wall. Ace wheezed, confronting the ferocious eyes of his mate. His breath hitching at the way those purple eyes smeared. "I will have you know, I have a poor leniency for brats, babe" Stefan verbalized, imprisoning the Gamma wolf between his arms.Ace huffed. "Listen here, commander or whatever you call yourself, I don't give a fuck about who you are but I'm going to my family and friends and you can't fucking stop me" he scowled daggers at him while nudging the other's on his chest. "Ar
"Why are we here again, it feels so uncomfortable. I mean look at them?" Jett reeled his head to the left side where his other closest buddies stood, Riyan, Sam, and Connor while on his right stood Ace, Brian, Abel, and Kinn and in front of them, standing in a circle were the able warriors of Blood Pearl Pack, in their bulky and sturdy form, putting on nothing but pants, leaving their tone, vigorous under body bare.Correlated to them, Jett admitted he and his pack were tinies that could be crushed with just a finger of these men. No wonder they could quell packs without breaking a sweat.And in the middle of the circle, was Stefan, demonstrating the act of combat while equally wearing nothing but black knee ripped jeans, showcasing his tone stomach."He's hot, isn't he?" Jett and his group turned their heads to the voice on their left. Kinn could only shrug at the looks he earned. "What, am just saying the
Another tedious and monotonous day. Jett could only sigh at how his life had turned how to be.He would have been better off dead. He could just kill himself but that would be even more inglorious, his name was already being squabbled upon, committing self-slaughter wouldn't bring him the consensus that he didn't warrant, he wouldn't rest well, knowing his people were in this pack, under the superiority of some eccentric Alpha, at least most of them found their mates. They weren't so unlucky as he was.Jett ruffled his white hair, realizing how the tip of his hair was now swabbing on his shoulder blades. He seriously needed a hair cut but he wasn't in the right sense of mind to get one. What was the point?Rounding the corner, Jett and his little group of friends waltzed in at the banquet hall where dinner was supposed to take place but the long table was already filled with members of the Blood Pearl Pack. They halted on their steps
Alpha Xavier sighed in boredom, keeping his hands behind him. “If you are going to maraud me of my fun, you better do something else, Jett. I’m not a very patient man” he asserted, that amusement in his dark eyes never for once dissolving.Jett’s eyes flickered to his Gamma barely breathing on the floor, covered in his bloody clothes, and flesh tore through, his gaze averted to his other friends, they remained horror-struck as well, words refusing to leave their mouth.“I’m waiting, Jett”“What the fuck do you want, tell me I’ll do anything, let go of my friends!” Jett yelled in frustration. It was all his fault. Look at his people, suffering because he failed to protect them. Fighting on a dinner table earned this kind of treatment, what would happen to them if any of them created a much more serious infraction?“Kneel and receive the lashes for your Gamma, you’re an Alpha, you will be able to take it”
With an aggrieved keenness, his fist had collided with the wall mirror in the bathroom.He snuffled, the glass shattered into tiny pieces just like his pulverized prestige, his obliterated reputation, everything was ravaged like this mirror.Jett heckled his dazzling white hair, ransacking it, racking it as it messily scattered, sticking in every direction. He placed his hands down on the sink and leaned his body down but his gaze landed on a broken piece of mirror on the floor, revealing his reflection.Unhurriedly he crouched and picked up the piece and his sanguine eyes stared back at him, formidable, malignant, filled with exasperation, indignation, choler, animosity, every negative emotion that he couldn’t hush up remained in his eyes, showcasing. Then his gaze went down his chest where a bloody line drew across his arm to his chest from the whip the commander used on him earlier. Jett gripped the broke piece of glass a bit tighte