“Oh my God,” Naomi gasped when they appeared in a dark cave. “How did you do that?” she asked, turning around to search for Asher but the cave was dark that she couldn’t see a thing. “Asher?” she called.“I’m here,” he answered, deriving a gasp from her as she wasn’t expecting to hear his voice. His voice came a little far from her and she tried to go to him. “Stay there, okay?” he replied hoarsely. “There are stones here and I wouldn’t like you hurting yourself. Just give me a minute.” Using teleportation means that he had let go of his Night Howlers ability and that forced him to shift back, and with his demon powers in front, he could feel its healing properties fighting to heal him and the weakness was fading away slowly. He leaned over and pried the teeth of the trap open, flinging it somewhere in the cave. He rested his back on the cold wall, his eyes closed as he decided to give himself time.He was still in his moment when a sweet tantalizing smell filled his nostrils and he c
Asher was forced to remember that day, twenty years ago, him convulsing on the ground while Irene and Hephzibah fought to save his life and how he had watched his father despite the pain he felt fight with the woman. He was panting as he leaned on a tree, feeling the sharp pain in his chest. Ever since that day, he had never seen the woman again except in his dreams and now she has appeared to him twice in one night. He knew she was the one in his room earlier and now she was here again. He may not be a pure blood witch to see visions but he could feel it deep in his bones that something would happen soon and he might be the villain in the story.Scared of what might happened in the night or that the woman might return back to really hurt him, he instantly teleported, arriving in the cave. He had wanted to go back home but the thought of leaving Naomi alone here and at the mercy of the woman or any nightwalker that might seem to run past didn’t let him.Naomi gasped, feeling instantly
Asher glanced at her sharply. The question was never one he had expected from her or even asked himself. Their eyes locked and he tried to see what could have prompted the question from her but all he saw were clear beautiful hazel eyes. Seconds ticked by before he answered in a whisper, “I don’t know. I have never been in love, so…” he licked his lips softly, his eyes traveling to hers. “To reject your mate, you have to be feeling a bond stronger than the mating bond with someone else, otherwise, there is nothing stopping the mating bond from claiming you the first day.”“Never been in love you said,” Naomi whispered.“Never ever.”“Does that make you a virgin?” she asked, her face coloring over with her question as she chided herself in her mind.Asher chuckled, “that word is very far from me.” The look in her eyes made him laugh softly, “it stopped applying to me from my sixteenth birthday.”“So you are like a playboy?” she raised an eyebrow.Asher smiled and shrugged, “that’s one
“What happened then?” Gideon asked.His father heaved a long sigh, “well, the remaining alphas guided and led the rest of the wolves here, to the Eastwood. Here, they settled and since they were still three alphas left, they all couldn’t lead under one alpha and so, they divided themselves to make their own packs. The mates of the two alphas were to join in any pack and when their sons were born, they were allocated lands to build their own packs as alphas. However, after the escape from the human’s clutches, it was discovered that every pregnant wolf then survived. No one knew why they survived since they should have been the first to be killed since pregnancy reduces the strength of she-wolves. It wasn’t until the first of wolves put to bed and the pups showed difference from the normal pups they have known that they began to suspect something was wrong or in this case, different.”“What difference?” Gideon frowned.“Not only are they not affected or deformed as everyone had feared
Naomi walked to school feeling a little happier than usual. Thinking about her new found friendship with Asher uplifted her mood in so many ways she never thought possible and the fact that she would be seeing him soon made her want to fly to school. She had dreamt about him all though the night. Even she was surprised at why she was feeling so giddy about him but she just knows that she was. She could still remember how he would often stay at her lips last night and bite his. She knew he wanted to kiss her but what she didn’t know was why he didn’t. She had looked forward to it at some point last night but he didn’t oblige.Not letting it dampen her mood, she had prepared for school happily. Since her father’s slaps last night didn’t leave any bruises coupled with Asher’s words, she decided not to wear a hoodie to the school today and had spent nearly twenty minutes thinking of what to do with her and had ended up settling a messy bun. It didn’t make her look beautiful but it gave he
Asher ran to the back of the dungeon and sat crying, the look on everyone faces flashing in his mind. He was sure he even saw fear in Anita’s eyes and to top it up, he hurt his mother, his sweet loving mother. Why, why would he hurt her and most importantly, why can’t he remember hurting her? Why is it that he doesn’t remember when he hurts people? What is inside him that is always taking control whenever he was angry? He sniffled and wiped his tears away forcefully.“There, there, child, don’t be too harsh on yourself,” he heard and turned to see a woman standing a little far from him. She had long curly black hair with beautiful black eyes. She smiled and took a step towards him and paused, “should I come closer child?”“Who are you, I have never seen you in this pack before?” he asked, wiping away his tears. The last thing he wants was a stranger seeing him cry.“Oh but I once lived here, trust me. I used to be a famous healer, in fact, I still am and I know what your problem is,”
“I tried to wake up early but yet, here you are, the very first,” a voice said as Asher was training with the punching bag. He turned and saw Anita in her training gear walking up to him and he gifted her a smile. “Let me guess, you have already had a run round the woods.”Grinning he answered, “thrice.”“No fair,” she groaned, “do you ever sleep?” she asked, walking over to the spear rack and picked up two, tossing one at him which he caught effortlessly. “Let’s have a spar, perhaps I stand a chance at winning now because you are obviously tired.”Asher chuckled and twirled the spear in his hand before he beckoned her to come over which she did with force but he easily evaded her attack. She tried again and again but never succeeded in landing a blow at him and he wasn’t attacking, just defending. She turned to him, panting and wiping off the sweat on her face before attacking again. “Too fast,” he said, “slow down your pace, stalk and then attack,” he pointed out, easily avoiding he
‘He will answer to his destiny and that is to be my son. One day, just one day!’ Asher felt the heart wrenching pain in his chest and he screamed and sat up on the bed. He was panting heavily and sweat caked on his forehead and drenched his back. He sniffled and glanced around; he was in his room in his father’s palace. Everywhere was dead silent and he wiped his hands on his face, breathing heavily.He pushed the covers aside and climbed out of the bed. As always, he walked over to the window and stared at the moon before he went over to his closet and put on his running attires, jumping out of the window. He hasn’t gone far from the palace when he sensed someone behind him and stopped. He glanced around, there was no one around but he knew someone was there. After some seconds, he sighed and said, “good morning, dad.”Edward chuckled and suddenly materialized in front of him. “Can’t sleep?”“Dad, I have told you to stop doing that. I hate it when you are always around me but I can’t