Guys, sorry for the late update. It is a long story that I can't start explaining. I have two things to do. First is appreciation, I want to appreciate Christina for her unending reviews. Girl literally drop a review on almost all my chapters. Even when I started to doubt my book, her review made me know that I was still on track. I am so grateful. I want to thank my new readers for the reviews, gems, coins spent on my book and subscribers. I love you all. Secondly, I want to apologize for the errors in my book. Trust me, while some chapters were scanned, some weren't but I don't know how the errors find their way into the book. I apologize and I will look into it and edit it soon. Now, to the main deal. What was the reason for Alpha Kade's extreme outburst?
Esmeralda Stifling a horrifying scream for the fear of being heard. I sprinted past the hallway in no time, running like the wind with horror plastered on my face like I had seen a ghost. Truly, I had just seen and heard one. A ghost was in the North wing! What was that fuck was that? A ghost. Certainly, that wasn't a ghost. "Help me," It's voice filled my head once more, confirming my doubt. Ghosts don't ask for help. That must be a human. A human was trapped in the North wing. But by who? Alpha Kade? I hope it wasn't my psycho mate. Was the human his prisoner? I wondered what offence the person committed. A human was trapped in the North wing. I was sure it was a human. Despite being horrified by those faint words, I took a risk turning behind me to confirm I wasn't alone before dashing out of the room, but I was met with a chair, a huge one, made of strong iron, with chains tied around it. Despite the darkness of the room and the high chair, I could swear tha
Esmeralda "Alpha Kade sister's room?" Selene and I chorused in unison. Disbelief and shock spread on our faces like wildfire. Chills coursed through my veins as the news filled me with shock, but only temporary. Mentally tapping my forehead in remembrance a sigh escaped my lips. Jade had once told me about Alpha Kade having a sister while we were in the garden, picking flowers. Why would I forget that so quickly? Even if I forget other things, I shouldn't forget important stuff about my mate. Mate? I scoffed inwardly, amused at my stupidity...or should I say gullibility. A while ago I planned on dumping his ass because of how he mistreated me, but now I had forgotten so easily, wanting to be close to him, to know more about him. His past. I should be hating him. I should let him go. He wasn't my status. I should get used to the fact that he didn't want me and he wouldn't accept me for who I was, his mate. Not in this life, not in the next...not ever. Although I act like
Esmeralda Gasps flew from all directions as horrified eyes were fixed on Jade. Ava was dead. "You mean to tell me that Alpha Kade has two sisters?" A horrified Selene asked, consumed with shock. Who would have thought he had a family that he cared about? He was always on solo, masking his feelings. Acting as if he dropped from the moon. Grief-stricken, Jade nodded her head slightly, allowing her dark kinky hair to bounce on her shoulders. "And she is dead? What happened to her? How did she die?" I bombarded her with questions, giving her no time to rest. I was curious. I needed answers! Jade's eyes darkened as flashes of horror swept across them. The events were coming together gradually. I could feel it. I could taste it. Muffling impatient groans, my eyes were glued on Jade who seemed lost in her head. A bad memory it really was. "Jade..." I called softly, slightly jerking her back to life. "No," Her voice shook, threatening to break down in tears, "I can'
Esmeralda Once upon a time, I was a slave. I was used, abused, tossed around, shackled, beaten, starved, almost raped and bullied. Once upon a time, I knew what physical pain was. I was familiar with hostility and suffering, so familiar that it began the day with me and ended when I retired to bed late in the dead of the night. Once upon a time, I craved death daily, like an addict craved his addiction, but death failed me. Once upon a time, I hated myself, the hatred was so strong that I inflicted myself with pain. Once upon a time I was like the girl shut up in the North wing, left to rot alone in the darkness. Unloved. Uncared for. I used to be like her, scared, vulnerable, helpless. She had no one by her side. None that loved her, none that was willing to save her from the evil claws of her predator. She was misjudged. Her struggles for freedom were misjudged as being harmful. Her whispers for help were misjudged as annoying screams. She was not dangerous, she
Esmeralda The rest of the day went in a blur as I resumed my duties and avoided Vanessa at all costs. To the Moon goddess, that bitch was trouble! Securing another room with Jade's help, I couldn't help but be grateful, even if the room was not as luxurious and as spacious as the pink room. It was sparsely furnished, with the basic things I needed and a few dresses. Although I was a bit disappointed that the room wasn't up to my expectations, I quickly tossed the feeling aside before it began to manifest. What was I thinking? That Alpha Kade will give me a master bedroom? Because I was his mate? I scoffed at my stupidity. I meant nothing to him. Speaking of Alpha Kade. He was rarely around, and when he was, he turned mute, refusing to speak with anyone, nor sparing eye contact with anyone, including his Beta. He was strange. Everything about him was strange. He was like an open blank book. You couldn't read him, no matter how hard you tried. I wondered if his rec
Esmeralda Run! That one word resonated in my head, filling me with unusual energy as adrenaline gushed through my body, strengthening my weak legs. Did I just hear her? Did she just speak? Did she just tell me to come to her and touch her? Hiding my shaky hands in my pockets, I took a few steps away from her, observing her at a distance. "Come to me, touch me," Those words filled my ears again, increasing the rate of my heartbeat. Those words sounded like an order, unlike the ones she told me before. It was mean, commanding, authoritative, cold and daring. Fear cloaked me like a garment as I stood rooted to a spot, unable to move, unable to decide. My curious but frightened eyes watched hers, refusing to blink for a second, afraid of what would happen if I took my eyes off her. A sound from her let out gasps from me as I turned the torchlight in her direction, observing her every move. She wouldn't hurt me, right? I was here to save her. Her tilted chin darted i
Kade Warning! Self-harm. As the saying goes, pain is inevitable, no one escapes pain. That was what I felt the day I saw Esmeralda clad in Ava's dress. I thought nothing mattered anymore. I thought my emotions were in check. I thought I had grown immune to pain, but my world came crashing when Esmeralda innocently walked into my room that fateful evening in my late sister's gown. The gown I bought for her on the day of her eighteenth birthday, the night she found her mate. The night of our Pack's Moon ceremony. The night of a great massacre in the Blood Moon Pack. The night everyone was laying in the pool of their blood. The night everyone set out to feast, but they were feasted on. The night newly mated wolves lay beside their mates, promising themselves heaven and earth as they struggled to take their last breath. The memory was still fresh in my head, so fresh like it happened yesterday. And the thought of it sent pain to my body in different directions, almost drivin
Phoebe With her hands intertwined in mine, we strode across the Pack, giggling sheepishly like two jolly friends. I couldn't help but notice the surprised glances a few people shot at me. It was unusual for me to be happy. Except I wanted to wreak a great deal of havoc. But today I was happy. Not just happy, I was in my free spirit, gisting, laughing, making silly jokes and acting as if nothing mattered. As if it was not enough, I was not on solo, which was more strange. It was an open secret that everyone knew how I loved loneliness and solitude. But seeing me with my half-sister in a happy mood spiked their curiosity. Strange right? Though they could sense the consequences of the aftermath of my mood, but they shrugged the feeling off immediately after it came. It was funny how they thought the advent of my half-sister made me happier and made me a better person. Fools! To get what I want, I was ready to do anything. Even if it meant being in a close relationship