Rayna
He would sacrifice his life for me?
This man is just joking, right?
I found it hard to believe his words when he spewed it so casually as if he was just ordering food in a restaurant. Again, he was my employer. He was a high-profile man. We only just met. He shouldn't be saying these words to me, yet he did, while I shouldn't be affected with it, yet I was. It made my heart pound so suddenly and so heavily that I rushed to spread my hand over my chest.
This man is a health hazard, I tell you. A health hazard!
My cheeks burned then, and I was certain he saw it. Instead of answering him head-on, I chose to take the safer route.
"Though I admit that was kind of you to say, Mr. Windstorm, but I suggest you filter your mouth next time. You don't know me enough to do that sacrifice."
"You are both correct and wrong, Ms. C
AxelWerewolves were sneaky beasts, and they had been so since time immemorial. Since my ancestors found out their existence in the same land we were in. We used to live in peace. Never really caring what the other does and just minded our own business. One incident was all it took to destroy this peaceful symbiosis. One incident and blood, death, despair, and hatred had been nonstop until the modern world reached us.With the changing of time, both of our races went into hiding. The barbaric, mountain-erasing fights had been scarce. What replaced it was another type of war more suited to both of us. The war in money, power, fame and control.Our hatred on the werewolves never disappeared. It was still burning with a passion and could never be doused. I had always been wary about them even before I inherited the Windstorm lordship and this sense of wariness never failed me.I anticipated them to attack eventually. I even exp
ErosRed and blue spotlights swung back and forth as the loud, heart-pounding music continued. Dressed in black jeans, a trench coat and another dark-colored turtleneck shirt, I leaned against an iron-wrought balustrade in the third floor of my club while my eyes landed on the dance floor. Naked women swayed their hips provocatively in this particular area. They bent their bodies like contortionists in a circus in front of many men—mostly clueless humans—and strutted their tits and pussies for all of them to see.They salivated like sex-starved sperms, which I doubt they were. It was impossible they would be starving. The Muvato Moon nightclub was far from a nightclub. In this underground empire I ruled and many werewolves called home, this club opened twenty-four seventh—meaning booze, drugs, women and sex were everywhere nonstop.All I saw in the guests below were herpes-ridden bodies I could extort more money f
RaynaMr. Axel Windstorm was standing.
Rayna"How and why am I here? What day or time is it? Where are the nurses? Doctors? Where's Colonel Garrison? (If he survived, that is.) Where am I? Did you molest me? If you did, then so help me, you're going to pay!" I stated all the while my hands clenched into tight fists.Mr. Dangers clucked his tongue and left his seat, somehow looking unruffled by my accusation. "So many questions, woman, the answers of which you don't need to know. You will be out of here, anyway."Damn. Even in my spot, I felt like a dwarf. I had forgotten how tall he was. He and Mr. Windstorm had the same height, but definitely with contrasting personalities."Oh? That's grossly convenient," I answered in a mocking tone, pushing the dwarfing feeling away. "But I still need answers, Mr. Dangers, and as an officer of the military who is in an unauthorized area, I order you to give them."His blue-greens dialed a shade darker, and I swore I he
RaynaI value freedom. I value space.Now, both of them were taken away from me and by no less than the alpha king of these beasts. Yes, I had roomed in with men before because of the nature of my work and recently with the late Mr. Windstorm, but they were all without coercion. This arrangement was forced into me, and this was all because I found out about their secret.God, I shouldn't have snooped around. I should have stayed in bed and let Mr. Dangers return me to civilization.As I sat on a large couch next to the fireplace, the steel panels that provided the majority of the darkness of the room taunted me. I told myself I would find a way to escape, but the question was, how?This room was guarded by one person, this man called Simon, but for certain, there were werewolves around the area. Colonel Garrison's report said they were cunning and powerful creatures. I knew an escape was close to impossible. Still tho
ErosWhat an eventful night. A night with rollercoaster twists and turns, and it all started when we ambushed Hextrion.Destroying and stealing as many weapons as my subordinates could was the plan. I didn't plan to take a woman into my chamber at all and even jail her there, but look at me now. Stuck in one.I couldn't be blamed for my actions. That woman had it coming. She uncovered our most guarded secret, as simple as that, and so I had no choice but to detain her. She worked for the military, after all. Who's to say she wouldn't squawk when released? And especially after we caused immense damage on Hextrion, who's to say she wouldn't lead the general's troops as a form of revenge?I had underestimated her once. I couldn't do so twice.'No, you know there's a heavier reason than that,' my lycan side inserted. I groaned. His input was unsolicited. Unnecessary. Unhelpful. I ignored it in the end.She
ErosThere were four paths available for me to take once I was outside the clinic of the manor. Paths that would give me a short breather from this newfound dragon problem.One: Go to the club and get wasted with booze, which would mean I needed to chug fifty barrels of hard liquor in order to get that effect. I wasn't a lightweight. I don't get drunk easily.Two: Go to the nearest gym I have, and do some heavy lifting, which for my status, would require me dumbbells with weights heavier than five buses or more. I was no Superman with the laser vision and flying, but as the Alpha King, I certainly have his strength.Three: Go to one of the sparring houses nearby, bet on some fighters, or possibly even join the sparring matches. Humans, especially senile businessmen and widowed/underappreciated women, loved to attend these matches. Not only was it a worthwhile pastime, they also could get more out of it by winning the bets or
RaynaI only meant to take a nap, just to rejuvenate my mind for a bit, but this plan got derailed when my body hit the couch and the warmth of the fireplace enveloped me. I was dreaming right away, and I was immensely aware of what subject it was all about.My infatuation with my late boss, Mr. Axel Windstorm.Now that I was no longer employed to him—albeit in a tragic way—I could now freely express what I felt toward him. I know desiring a dead man would land me nothing but bones and disappointments, but somehow, I felt as though he still lived. As if we still connected in a deeper, more intimate way.My dream started with his green-violet eyes on me, filled with so much longing. Filled with love. Passion. Then his full image appeared along with the setting we were in. I found myself standing at the center of a field surrounded by colossal Greek-inspired columns, wearing an overlapping, layered dress made