Needless to say, the next chapter would be a special one...
Freya's POVA stream of curses poured out from his mouth as he pumped into me with slick, deranged slaps, the front of his thighs hitting the backs of mine in a pounding rhythm.His one hand fisting my hair viciously, the other gripping my right hip, claws digging into my flesh and drawing blood, his cock thrashing my insides while he released depraved sounds that only threatened to topple me over the edge of my climax. No, I wasn't going to scream. I needed to be fucking obedient to his rules.I bit my lip until I tasted copper spreading over my tongue. I was struggling not to scream and bellow and cry and howl my lungs out in acute pleasure.It was fucking hard. I was fighting everything in me to hold on enough to keep grappling at that control even if it meant losing something as inconsequential as blood.I had to do this. I needed to do this. To keep myself from exploding around him. To obey him. But I was in a losing battle, and I was a fucking liar. I was not going to obey him a
Gertrude's POVWe were on the run.Fugitives, rogues, we were labeled by anyone within a thousand miles.A grand bounty had been placed on our heads. One hundred bars of pure gold and an honorable seat among the members of the royal court.This was fantastic news for deltas, omegas and gammas who never got a chance to enjoy the benefits normally accrued to only Alphas, Betas and Lycans. They were avidly on the lookout the most. And these particular sets of werewolves were everywhere.The search was hot against us.So, fueled by zero to two scattered hours of sleep and the top diet of acrid-tasting mango nectar with live squirrels or wild mice since two weeks ago, we ran and hid and ran again.We never stayed anywhere for longer than two nights. Three at most if the packs were filled with mostly geriatric werewolves whose teeth had already fallen off due to age and were too old and useless to do anything that the rest of them were tiny child helpers.The latter option worked. For a whi
Freya's POVMy eyes reluctantly fluttered awake.I don't know if it was the silence or the insistent prick in my neck that woke me up.Judging from how my hand swatted away the paper that was crumpled and formed a pointed edge against my neck, the latter option was more probable. I fiddled with it a bit and traced the lettering on it.B U N W E L T A R U S O O DWhat was this?I knew one thing for sure. It was Zane's handwriting.A few questions sprung up in my mind. Like why had he decided to wedge this small parchment near my neck? And more importantly, why had Zane written gibberish?I crumpled it back and threw it off the bed, settling on the easy explanation that I was experiencing a momentary brain glitch as I had just woken up.The soft rustling sound of the paper hitting the carpeting was loud in my ears. This made me aware of how…noiseless the room was.The silence was strange. Too strange.At any slightest movement from me, Zane would have called out and said something by no
Zane's POVI shifted back to my human form. Fully naked, I stretched out my wrist. Using the sharp edge of my claw, I sliced it open and let the dark red blood pour to the ground. Then I crouched low and pushed my wrist over Nylf's mouth. The poor thing was barely alive in Freya's trembling arms.A taste of my potent, Lycan blood was so powerful it could bring him to life. But then, it could also be too powerful.Lycans and vampires were similar this way. We gave blood to give life. Only in this case, I could really kill my own pup, or bring him back to life safely. Let's see what happened.Like I said. I had been alive long enough to know when a werewolf was dead.Nylf wasn't.The wound I created was healing up fast. "Force his mouth open, Freya." She did. No doubt with some supernatural strength. The pup's jaws were locked tight.My blood dripped into his mouth as the wound closed up. Nothing happened. His mouth was still hanging open. Then he gulped weakly.That was enough for me.
Faster! My wolf kept urging me.The young, fair headed female beside me kept her head bowed as she escorted me out of the courtyard to my escape. We walked awkwardly in silence. Or maybe I was just the one feeling awkward. Whatever.The guards nodded their heads dutifully as I passed them. I noted this with some unease that I knew would never fade away.I was still much unused to this…"publicness". After living in the shadows all my life, even the smallest glimmer of spotlight could blind me."My lady!" The child next to me gasped and I whipped around, my senses immediately on high alert."What is it?" I saw no danger, just the blue azaleas that lined the porch and the wide stretch of trimmed green leading up to my destination. The only living things around were the guards standing so perfectly still under the burning sun."Tell me, what is it?" I inquired harshly.The child looked scared for a second. "I'm just—I wanted to ask you to slow down your pace, my muscles felt ready to tear
"Don't kill me, please!" The omega pack wolf knelt on the blood soaked ground and begged. "I have a wife and three little babies! Kill me instead but please spare them." The Lycan wolf tsked mockingly, "Too late, omega. I already killed your wife and babies. There, look at their bodies." He pointed to a huge heap of torn and mangled bodies. A little dismembered arm peeked out from the mess. He was whimpering and shaking his head vigorously, "No, no." In one clean move the lycan werewolf pulled his beating heart out, "And now you are dead too." Blood dripped from his claws as the Lycan growled and scanned the forest for his next victim. Carcasses of that night's victims were littered everywhere in the forest. One thing about this particular werewolf's victims: They were innocent. They had to be innocent. Women and babies especially. He was just cursed that way and he couldn't help it no matter how hard he tried. Except this one woman. The woman his wolf was really searchin
"That boy called me mama." The mad she-wolf screamed like a banshee, pulling my silver strands angrily."Get off me! What have I done to you? I don't know you!" I looked around the room, silently pleading to anyone to help me.Raucous laughter filled my ears in response.This female is a pack member that lost her only son years ago and lost her mind as a result.She was locked up and put under my father's watch but I never expected that they would let her loose on me."That's right. This bitch killed your son and" - his voice dropped to a whisper "I heard she ate him alive." My younger stepbrother, Logan, threw his head back, laughing.She let out an ear-splitting screech,"I will tear you up alive and search your insides for my son till I find every piece of him, you evil witch!"She clawed and tore at my skin wailing that I must give her back her son.If she was determined to add more scars to my extensive collection, now she was hellbent on sending me to an early grave. She picked
"Kill him." "Cut him up." "Yes! Tear him apart." "Get up from the fucking floor, Jonah." "Oh, he's so dead." "He won't be able to walk properly after this." "Does he have any tooth left?" "Off with his head!" "Get him, Marcus!" "Stop hitting like a fucking baby, you pussy." "Break all his bones. Whoo!"A million agitated voices echoed through the wide wrestling arena witnessing the biggest pack fight of the year.Several hundred werewolves from the kingdom of Adivaine and all other neighboring kingdoms gathered here every year on the night the moon shines brightest in honor of The Wolf Spirit.We come together to watch the most savage and ruthlessly vicious werewolves wrestle to the death for fame.Demons, vampires and witches alike were also in attendance but for more sinister reasons.Everyone except the Lycan King attended these events. He never showed his face in public.I once eavesdropped on two women gossiping in hushed tones at the fruit market,"The last time the Lycan King,