Asher
“Great, just great” I muttered as my backbone began to twitch back to normal. I have shifted many times in my life, but each was more painful than the other. The bone twitching and breaking, the fang sprouting out from the gum and the claw tearing my skin.
It isn’t even full moon yet, but I’m used to always transforming to a wolf without warning. One thing I’m not really good at is knowing how to control my wolf. I was casted out by my pack and forced to blend with the human folks, which has been great so far and wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. Eleven years ago, during the blood moon ceremony, a catastrophe occurred. The only thing I remembered was waking up in the middle of the event with my hands and face filled with blood. The white and golden robe I was wearing was soaked in blood.
Everyone was staying clear and staring at me with fear written all over their faces. I saw my mom crying while my dad, the alpha of the Moondusk pack, was comforting her and staring at me with a confused look. I tried walking up to them only to stumble on something on the floor. I looked down to find my twin sister’s corpse on the floor. From what I heard, I ripped off her gut, but can’t remember doing any of that, and the next day, I was banished from my pack. So automatically, I’m an Alpha prince turned Rogue, and since then, I have been hunted by the rogue hunter. Blending with the humans has helped me in being unnoticed until this night.
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The party was going so well until my werewolf instinct picked up the hunter’s scent. I had to flee. That’s what rogues do, we always run from the hunter. I didn’t have to stay back at the party. I have to survive.
I immediately made my way to my room, but noticed someone had already moved in, that must be my new roommate. I bet he won’t last like the others.
The whole place was tidy which was not a bad thing though, but whomever did this must have removed my Jasmine powder from where I kept it. I have to find it fast before it’s too late. I always cover up my scent with the Jasmine powder to avoid being noticed by the rogue hunter. We werewolves can pick up scents a miles away.
Just as I was scattering the whole place and looking for the Jasmine powder, a familiar heat spread through my body, making my skin to tingle and my muscles tighten. I felt my bones shifting painfully, and my nails tearing through my skin. I fell on the floor to steady myself.
Now isn’t a good time.
A deep growl escaped my throat as I finally transformed and then it hit me, the hunter’s scent. The air in the building had turned heavy and thick with its scent. It’s coming from the building, but then I felt a little hope. The scent of the jasmine powder. It was in the trash can.
I made my way to the trash can and picked it up with my mouth before fleeing from the building. As I was running, I took notice of the new kid’s scent. He was going into the same building I just left.
How on earth is that kid going to survive if he gets involved with the hunter?
My wolf let out a soft growl. “He is our mate. You have to save him.”
I was reluctant in giving a reply so he immediately covered himself with the Jasmine powder before making his way back to the building.
“Wait, what?! Are you trying to get us killed?” my human side tried fighting my werewolf but it was futile. It’s not like he always listen to me, I can’t tame him.
“He is ours to protect,” he growled back.
“He can be yours to protect, but not mine. We can’t get a human involved,” I said, expecting a response, but got none.
“Okay fine. How do you intend to do that? The hunter is already on our tail,” I added, feeling defeated.
Before I could finish my statement, my wolf cloned himself. The cloned one went the direction the hunter’s scent was coming from, while we went after my mate. He was the new guy that moved into my room. If not for one thing, I would have said he intentionally threw the Jasmine powder.
It was a funny scenery, and I won’t forget the look on his face before he peed on his pant.
Just as the drama was unfolding, I could feel my wolf growing weaker. He must have drained a lot of his strength when he cloned himself. I felt the shift beginning, my body pulling back toward human form, and I knew I had to get out of there before the lights came back on. I dashed out of the room and rushed to the bush nearby, where I could fully transform without being seen.
A few minutes later, while I was still catching my breath and recovering from the shift, a loud thud echoed nearby, followed by a familiar scent- it was the new kid. Groaning from the ache of my snapping bones, I picked up my naked self and staggered toward the sound.
There he was, lying on the ground, unconscious, still in the pants he’d peed in. we must have scared him pretty bad. I felt a mix of annoyance and a little amused, but when I looked closer at his face, guilt and pity washed over me. The rogue hunter would have torn him apart if not for my wolf.
Today had been a crazy day for both of us. There’s something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on.
He’s different.
Every time he’s near, my wolf growls “Mine,” staking his claim.
Asher’s POVThe day Dante walked across the stage and accepted his diploma, I swear my chest swelled more than his mother’s.He’d done it. Despite everything, the bullying, the cruelty, the way the world tried to make him feel small, he had risen above it.His eyes found mine in the crowd, and in that moment, I saw more than the shy boy I once met. I saw the man who would one day rule beside me.Afterward, when the cheers died down and the caps had been tossed into the air, he came straight to me. No hesitation, no glance over his shoulder.Just him, my mate, my equal. He didn’t even ask. He just laced his fingers through mine, in front of everyone, and said, “I’m ready to come home.”And so he did.***The first weeks in the pack house were…a storm. Whispers followed him in every hall. Some bowed too quickly, others refused to bow at all. Some called him Asher’s boy, others called him dangerous.But then came the training.When Dante shifted fully for the first time before the counci
Dante’s POVLife in the pack house was even more weird than the first few weeks I spent here. When Asher insisted I moved in after finals, I thought maybe, just maybe, it would be easier now. And that killing Elijah had put an end to the whispers, the suspicion. That the pack would see me as Asher’s mate and nothing else.But I was wrong.Everywhere I went, I still felt their eyes on me. Some were cautious, some hostile, most just…uncertain. I wasn’t one of them. Not born here. Not bonded the way they all believed fated mates should be. I was an outsider who had somehow caught the Alpha’s heart, and no one knew what to do with that.One night, I overheard two Omegas in the kitchen.“He can’t be his mate,” one hissed, voice low but sharp. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, but this… this feels like one.”“Keep your voice down,” the other muttered. “If the Alpha hears… ”“He should hear! How can we follow someone who mates outside the bond? It’s unnatural.”I didn’t wait to hea
Dante’s POVThe first time Asher showed up at school, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.It was a Tuesday morning, gray and dull, and I was half-asleep walking toward the gates when the roar of an engine shattered the air. Heads whipped toward the street as a sleek car slid into view, the kind of luxury that did not belong anywhere near our cracked pavement and rusting bikes.The car stopped directly in front of me. The door swung open, and there he was.Asher.Dressed in black, his injuries barely visible beneath his clothes. His eyes locked onto me, burning with that unwavering intensity I’d come to know too well.Murmurs spread like wildfire. “Who is that?” “Damn, look at the car.” “Is that Asher, damn! and he is waiting for Dante?”My stomach flipped.“Asher,” I hissed under my breath, stepping toward him before anyone else could. “What the hell are you doing here?”He leaned casually against the car, his grin smug, confident. “Picking you up.”I wanted to strangle him. “Yo
Dante’s POVI’d never seen so much blood on Asher's body before. Asher was limp in the arms of the guards as they carried him back to the pack house, his fur matted crimson, his breathing shallow. I walked beside them, numb, every step felt like an eternity. My hands shook, and I kept them clenched tight at my sides so no one would see. I had to hold it together. But inside, I was unraveling.I could not erase the image of him collapsing, and I could not forget the way his eyes dimmed right after Elijah’s body fell still. For a moment, I had thought I’d lost him. The terror of that thought had not left me, and I wasn’t sure it ever would.“Set him down,” the healer ordered as we reached the infirmary. The guards obeyed, lowering Asher onto the wide bed. His wolf form shimmered, breaking apart until his human body lay bloodied and broken before us.I sucked in a shaky breath. Cuts tore jagged lines across his chest and arms, bruises darkened his skin, and his side looked caved in.
Asher’s POVThe smoke curled thick in the air, swallowing the trees, twisting them into what looked like monstrous shadows.My lungs burned with every breath I drew. Here, in the heart of the forest, it was me, Elijah, and the weight of everything that had led us to this moment.He stood across from me, his eyes glowing a sickening gold in the smoke. Anna trembled behind him, she was struggling to stay alive and it was too evident, her face streaked with ash and terror.Elijah had dragged her here like some trophy. My chest ached when I saw her flinch as his claws hovered close to her throat.“This has no reason to drag on beyond now Lowell,” Elijah snarled, his voice cutting through the night like broken glass. “Let's go one on one. You versus me, Asher. The great Alpha against an aspiring one, a fight to the death. Whoever lives, rules.”I felt Dante’s hand brush against my arm, the faintest touch grounding me in the storm. His voice cracked when he whispered, “Don’t. Please, Ashe
Dante’s POVThe night had been quiet before it broke. I was sitting near the porch steps of the pack house, thinking of how strange it still felt to call this land ours, when the silence fractured with a crack like splitting bone. Flames licked the edge of the woods before I even understood what I was seeing. One tree lit, then there was another, and soon the horizon was smeared with angry red.The first scream tore through the darkness, a sound that made every wolf jerk to attention. I stood frozen for a heartbeat, watching shadows dart between the trees, figures moving too fast, too fluid to be anything human. It was not a hunt. It was more of an invasion.“Asher!” I called out, spinning toward the door. He was already there, pushing it open, his eyes sharp, his body half-shifted as if instinct had dragged the wolf out before thought could catch up.“Elijah,” he said flatly, as though the name itself explained everything. His gaze raked over me once, firm and unyielding. “You are