Masuk“My mother… in a way, I would say she killed herself. Her death really shaped me in ways I cannot fathom, just as her life did. We were the closest—she and I. When I was younger, I was perceived as the weakest, so I mingled less with my brothers and less with my father. My mother was the only one who had my back. She would comfort me and teach me in a nicer way how to be strong, but sometimes I found her actions and words contradictory. The things she did and said to me did not match her words and actions to my brothers. One could smell the clear-cut favoritism from afar. And although it never felt good watching her be the villain to my brothers, especially Zaphriel, she was a gem in my eyes. I still valued her and did not take it lightly when she died because of my father’s stubbornness. I blamed him. I blamed my brothers. I blamed myself. I blamed everything. However, over time, watching my brothers grow stronger with each struggle they faced made me wonder whether I understood my m
After drying her body, Heaven puts on a sleeveless silk top, tucks it into a pair of baggy jean pants, and tops it with a light-colored jacket of the same texture.With no destination in mind, she wanders out of her room and down the stairs. Then she stops on one of the top floors, where she notices Zeedar standing still before a plain wall.She says nothing, just watches him quietly from behind as his ink-dark hair catches glimpses of light in the semi-dark hallway until he turns around.“Do you want a seat at my table of solemnity?” he asks.She shrugs, so he gestures for her to approach. She obeys, standing beside him and watching a wall of nothing but black bricks.“How do you feel… about… everything?” he mumbles.Heaven sighs. “When the memories flooded in, there was turbulence. I felt fire build up within me, and I wanted to let it out. I wanted everything to burn. But moments after my eyes opened, a calmness settled in, slowly seeping away the chaos. Now I barely feel anything.
Once the brothers regain their senses, knowing what they have just done and its effect on Heaven, they pull away from her. Then Zeedar leads them far from the bed.“I think we need to comfort her,” Freck says worriedly, his eyes peeled on her.As he tries to approach her, Zeedar drags him back. “She needs space. Clustering around her now will do no good.”“But she’s suffering,” Freck insists, earning Zeedar's glare that instantly shuts him up.“The mating bond is complete,” Ziason suddenly mumbles. Only then do the brothers realize how much of Heaven’s feelings are spreading through them—her pain, her fear, her wrath.They may be a bit far from her, but it feels like they’re attached to her skin. In fact, their own eyes burn while they watch tears sliding down the corners of her eyes.They even experience prickling sensations on their skin as they watch hers begin to glow up until, once again, a ball of light envelops her.The ball ripples, making a low rumbling sound as if threatenin
Images flash in her mind. Images she has long wished to forget.What she sees, what she hears, and what she feels switch every second. One moment she’s in that dark alley, crammed full by strangers, dogs barking in the distance as the men spit dirty words in her face. Next, she’s back in the tower, in the pleasant moment she hopes she'll relive forever. Somehow, her wolf rises to her defense. In her mind, a war goes on—a fight against her past.Heaven doesn’t know how that ended, but she finds herself fully back in the moment Zeedar grips her waist and rams steadily into her.Meanwhile, Freck does the same from below, except his hands roam up to squeeze her breasts. One strays up between those portable mounds, past her clavicle, the fingers wrapping around her neck the moment Heaven throws her head back.Moans spill freely from her lips as the double penetration sends strong jolts of bliss through her core continuously. And she can’t control them. She can’t even detect their rhythm.
Heaven’s heart skips a bit the moment Zeedar’s cold lips touch hers. Then she stops breathing when his tongue sneaks through them.She softly grabs his waist and closes her eyes while his hands trace from her hip dips to her curvy waist as the kiss ruins what’s left of her sanity.Her wolf scratches beneath her skin, struggling to come out as her heat reaches its peak.Moaning into his mouth, she presses her body against him, feeling the hard ridge of his arousal straining his pants as he cups her cheeks and whispers against her lips.“I acknowledge… the bond…”Her eyes fly open. They well up for one second. Next, they shed tears.She didn’t realize how much she needed to hear that, especially from Zeedar.The man had rejected her time and again, which is why hearing him acknowledge their bond blasts her with peace.For the very first time, her fiery wolf is convinced into relaxation by someone who is not Freck.It whimpers within her, and she feels it submitting. She feels it leaving
Freck starts rewinding their speeches in his mind—whether they said something implicating, since they didn’t want her to find out the truth this way.Meanwhile, Zeedar looks relaxed, casually shifting a stray hair behind Heaven’s ear, while Ziason doesn’t move from the vanity.“Everything? Like… everything… everything…” Freck stutters.Heaven opens her eyes with a smile. “It started from ‘he knew every damn thing that has happened.’ Who the fuck is that anyway? Is he a seer? Is that you?”Heaven looks at Zeedar as she asks that. But Freck is just relieved she didn’t hear everything after all.He sits on the bed and stretches his hand to her for a handshake. “I’m sorry for leaving you during your heat, Heaven. Am I forgiven?”Heaven’s smile disappears as she stares at him for a moment. “No.” She turns to Zeedar and clasps her hands around the man’s waist, sinking her face into his stomach until, all of a sudden, she returns her attention to Freck and accepts his hand with a grin. “I’m
Wolf Kingdom.Moon’s Wrath Pack.It’s been seven days since Heaven arrived at the Moon’s Wrath tower, and she hasn’t had a good sleep yet.Today is one of those days when she wakes up sweating and in fear, when the sordid visual of her father’s death haunts the walls of her room, her demons flockin
Reamer seems to sense the man’s plight. “If my Alpha wanted you dead, you would have already been the moment you stepped into our territory. We do not deal with petty stuff like poison, ambassador.”Zeedar still isn’t convinced.Reamer rises up, walks to his side, and takes a spoon each from his fo
Wolf Kingdom.Tribalan Pack.They say the Tribalan tribe of the wolf kingdom flourishes in all things. But one most exceptionally notable is their beauty. Their ethereal appearances crawl from meager maids to the Alpha. From kids to adults. From a males to females. All skin types. All genetic inhe
“He cut your tongue?” Heaven almost shrieks. The child continues moping. “Why did he do so? So that you won’t talk?”Kaicha shrugs, her eyes big and bright. It’s then it dawns on Heaven that even this little girl may have been captured. What if she isn’t his daughter like he claimed she is? Everyo







