Feral Desires

Having managed to get away from his assailants, Roman fell flat on the beach sand. He was panting hard, with his chest rising and falling rapidly. He had come to the one place his pursuers wouldn't think to look for him- his very own backyard, overlooking the ocean. "You're injured" a voice in his head said.Roman smiled sadly. He already knew that. He could feel the stinging pain of the stab wound on his chest. The Zealots had caught him unawares in his own home. He could only wish that things had turned out differently.The Zealots were anti-werewolf fanatics obsessed with their objective of purging the human world of feral beings; Werewolves precisely. Their "cleansing" crusade started decades ago and the zealots had succeeded in eliminating thousands of werewolves.The few that remained had formed a community and they now lived amongst humans, concealing their true identities, under the leadership of the Alpha, Roman. However, the Zealots had finally found Roman in his own home a

Low cries of pleasure and slapping of skin against skin could be heard even from outside Calvin's apartment. The young man was enjoying the sounds of his partner's moans, her energy and her willingness to pleasure him in return. Though the room was air-conditioned, Calvin already got his partner sweating and moaning in ecstacy. He didn't even remember her name and though he described her as "hot", he didn't have any feelings for her. She was just one of the many girls that was smitten by his looks and ready to go down with him. Who was he to say no to that offer?With each thrust, the voice in his head wouldn't stop. Even before he called "Hot"(as he saved her name on his phone) to come over, the voice was already trying to dissuade him. Calvin already figured that whatever was talking in his head could read his mind, but he still ignored it. It had been a few weeks and the voice was ever present. He was worried about it at first, but he just told himself that the voice would go awa

The air in her father's office was suffocating. Charlie took a deep breath as she closed the door behind her. She had been summoned here and the fact that her brother, Adrian was present too didn't ease her raging nerves. What could possibly be the problem now? Their father never summons them like this except it was very important.Sitting behind an expensive mahogany desk, John Hayford sat with his fingers clasped together. His gaze was fixated on a sheet of paper in front of him. Charlie didn't know if he was looking into the paper or he was just lost in thoughts. The man was exuding a dangerous aura and at times like these, his children preferred to give him stay away. It was why Charlie couldn't just understand why her brother was here in the first place."Father?" She mustered courage and called his attention when the silence dragged on for too long. "You sent for me?"The man slowly raised his eyes but he didn't look at her. He looked at his son instead. Adrian was so uncomforta

Awesome! Calvin thought as he made his way into the building that served as the official headquarters of the Pentagon. It was a high rise building and the architectural design was marvelous. The building obviously served as an office complex and using the elevator, Lucille and the others took Calvin to the topmost floor. At the entrance of the room they entered, Calvin read the restricted area sign and he could only wonder who these people really were. From what he could see, they had a lot of money and he wondered if they were a secret organization that controlled the economy. While he was feeding his eyes on the conference room they had just entered, they stumbled on a beautiful young woman who had confusion plastered on her face. Calvin observed how she suddenly smiled at the sight of him. Being who he was, he smiled back, flashing his pearly whites. "What happened?" Rufus broke the silence in his usual gruff voice. "Before that, we need to make introductions" Lucille interru

"Just as you instructed, I drove the dagger into his heart. Yes, he did manage to get away but there was is no way he could have survived that wound." Those words kept echoing in John Hayford's head as he stared at the dagger lying on the table in front of him. It was the very weapon that had been used to stab Roman and the wound had supposedly led to his death. If Roman was really dead, his wolf was supposed to die with him. And if it did, who was the young man that Adrian had seen? The man picked up the weapon and observed it. Roman's blood was still on it. John was going to use this to prove to all the werewolves that his men had killed the Grand Alpha, but after what Adrian had seen, the man had to put all his plans on hold. He needed to find out the deal with this Calvin. Only then would he understand why The Pentagon was keeping Roman's death a secret. While he sat, observing the blade, Charlie walked in. Her steps were light as she was moving in stealth. She was yet to noti