Alpha Kade has another sister? Apart from Amelia?What about his parents? What killed Ava? Is Amelia dead? Do you think she made a right choice trusting Jade? Will Jade spill her secret? Why are all his sisters obsessed with one thing or the other? Do you love this chapter? What are your thoughts concerning this chapter? Your comments are appreciated. Don't forget to read and do the needful. Thanks for ignoring the errors, it will be corrected. And, more chapters are coming soon, ending of this week, but I won't give a date. I don't want to break any promise. Thanks for following my book ❤️
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
Kade Slumping into my chair, a heavy sigh left my lips as I glanced at Esmeralda who lay asleep on my bed, her blood staining the white sheets. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey on my table, gulping down its content, not minding the burning effect it had on my throat. It was hot. Like fire. I was on fire! Except the fire was anger. Raw anger boiled in my blood the moment I locked my gaze with Esmeralda who looked like she had seen a ghost when she saw me. More anger washed through me when I remembered telling her the boundaries in the house the night she came. I could have known she would flaunt my orders. But I had trusted her anyway. So foolish of me. "Calm down, Kade," Tyson tried to pacify me, but a dangerous growl from me sent him recoiling back in my head. "Calm down, you say? You saw what she did, didn't you?" I asked breathless in anger. "I know, but I think..." "You think what?" I cut him before I could hear more of his annoying words which I didn't want to.
Esmeralda I woke up with a start when I felt a pair of hard, rough hands grab me, shaking me to my core. The scent of sandalwood citrus and warm honey hit my nostrils at once, almost suffocating me. I tossed, turning away from the source of the scent, but the aura blasted everywhere, leaving me no room for escape. The aura was so familiar, so strong, so deadly, so dominating. But then was the anger. I couldn't miss the heat that it produced as it rolled in waves. Raw anger filled the room and so was the aura. I shifted, turning away from the source, as an uncomfortable feeling settled in me, but it was everywhere. The aura was everywhere. I could feel it blasting from every angle as it consumed me, almost restricting my airflow. What was going on? I tossed again, struggling to get hold of myself, but then it dawned on me... I was on top of a bed, a very soft one, in a very familiar room. The room was familiar, I could feel that I had been there before. But where