Fenrir's POV My hand had been placed on the glass of the bedroom window. I could feel the cold seeping through my skin from the glass but that did nothing to calm me down. I know what I heard, I could not have mistaken it….or could I? Marsai had called me her mate before she passed out, she did…I know she did. But then, what if she didn't I ran my hands through my hair and took a deep breath, barely noticing the person behind me. "Yeah, what did you say again?" I asked with a deep sigh, "I didn't hear you the first time" I slowly turned around to meet eye to eye with her, though she lowered her dark green gaze immediately. Elena fidgeted as she pulled at the front of her dress, which made me notice the little swelling on her chest that shook a little when she did that. She seemed to have noticed my gaze because she kept on pulling but I longed to tell her to stop her little act of drawing my attention there. Sadly, Elena wasn't blessed with Marsai's full bosom and
Fenrir's POV Deep breaths Fenrir, deep breaths. Just take…no…no "What?!" I bellowed menacingly. What? Does that mean that Marsai had already found her, no, No! "Who is he?" I asked angrily, the anger building up in me even more. "Who the fuck is he?!" I saw Elena flinch at my voice but I did not care! I was too annoyed, I mean how? Was it Rudolph? It couldn't be…cause heavens know I will wipe him from existence if it is! I stared at his sister who looked rather terrified and that angered me the more, "Are you deaf, you moron?" I snapped angrily, "I asked you a bloody question" She fell to her knees, quivering, "I…I don't know, Alpha…I don't know." I sighed deeply, taking a deep breath which of course did nothing to ease the hot anger flowing through me. Should I be this angry? Or am I mistaking the emotion for…fear? Fear that she would have a reason to leave with another man, a man destined to be her soulmate. Sigh"Where is she?" I tried to keep my voice eve
Marsai’s POV The woman sighed, "Technically I— ahh…I've betrayed my Alpha and my pack by trying to aid the Luna escape from her pack," she gulped slowly, "from her husband" Guilt started to eat through my very being. This is all my fault. "Luna…" Elder Fiona said with her eyes cast low, "Treason is punishable by death…" She looked up at me and finally, the dread was evident in her eyes. She didn't want to die, I didn't want her to die but it seems I always plague people with my bad luck. My eyes pricked as I blinked continuously, but that didn't stop the salty drops of tears from escaping and pooling down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry" I'm so so sorry… "It's okay, Milady.." Fiona reassured in a soothing voice but that made it feel worse. "It's all my fault, it's all—" "Hey…it's not…" Her voice had started to shake. "It's not your fault" she said before raising her head up and managing a smile, her cheeks were a little damp as well. "It's not your fault—"
Fenrir's POV Marsai was infuriating me, my stubborn wife was testing the patience that I did not have. I glared at her as she stood there with her thick red curls bouncing about her head, using her precious body as a shield to protect that woman! "Move," I said but she didn't budge. I glared at the woman behind her, she had brainwashed my Marsai and the thought of that reheated the anger in me. I watched as the woman called the attention of Marsai and she leaned in, not once taking her hazel eyes away from me. If only you'd look at me, this way in a very different scenario. Tch. I was still growling deep within me and waiting for the slightest opportunity to pounce because I could certainly not go through Marsai, I could not hurt her. As I looked on, I caught on to what they were saying. "You'll have to tell him," the old hag muttered. "Tell him what?" My wife asked. "Tell him you want to reject him, make it official now" Oh, fuck no! Marsai
Fenrir’s POV: I looked at her for a while and took another step forward and again, she didn't flinch, she just stood there, looking me straight in the eye and I stared back at those Hazel eyes, those fluid eyes. They were shaking, there was something about the way she looked at me that just touched me, everything went away, my previous annoyance, anger, desperation…everything. The way her eyes looked into mine, it was as if she'd finally given up like she wasn't going to oppose me anymore, she was going to break down and give up and not care anymore. I didn't want that. I suddenly realized that I couldn't see Marsai without her spark, that spark of defiance she always had. That braveness of still having the courage to confront me….I didn't want that to go away. Sighing, I gave a little smile as I reached for a thick strand of her hair, its curl twisting itself immediately around my finger. She was waiting for something to happen, just like everyone else who watched, and who d
Fenrir's POV You are a confused man, Fenrir. Yes, yes I am. I really am a confused man. I mean, just look at it—ever since I set eyes on her, I have never let Marsai out of my sight. I put all sorts of restraints on her, rules, guards, anything that made sure that even if she moved an inch. I would be aware, and then out of the blue, I open the doors wide open for her to waltz, if she so pleases, right out. Isn't that confusing? Now, why I did it? I honestly do not know. Because Marsai is capable of running away right this very second and I'm not going to stop her, because I took off all restraints on her, why? I don't fucking know. I wonder if it was because of what happened at the dungeon, I sighed, running my hands through the hair that keeps falling on my face. Taking a deep breath, I leaned lazily on the soft leather chair in the reception room, in the Alpha chambers. Right by my side was a silver trolley and in it was a bottle of some exotic drink made from dried
Marsai's POVI was so lost in my thoughts that I almost bumped into a little child. Correction, the child almost bumped into me, it seemed the little one was in a hurry to go somewhere. I wondered where she was running off until I turned and looked in the direction of where she had run.In the midst of a few onlookers sat a lanky old man, a big shawl wrapped around his shoulders and a piece of dried barley stem stuck between his lips. He was saying something, talking animatedly as he moved his hands and it seemed everyone was interested in what he was saying, so out of sheer curiosity and the fact that I was already intrigued, I decided to walk over there and listen. "He was the greatest Alpha to rule in the history of the Crescent origin. He was truly the son of his father." The man said. "Who was?" Asked a little boy who had just joined the little crowd. "Why, the late Alpha of course!" The man smiled, the few teeth in his mouth coming out in view. "Heavens bless hi
Marsai’s POV "Mr storyteller.." a little she-wolf called, "what do you mean by what you just said?" "Yes old man, explain." the crowd urged. I just stood there trying to understand if I had heard the unruly man correctly. The man seemed to enjoy all the attention he was getting, he shrugged his shoulders proudly as he continued, "Did you hear about the rumor of our new Alpha being a Guarana?" "What?" Someone gasped in shock. "I heard about it, but is it true?" Another asked. "It can't be.." "No way.." The pack members debated in murmurs. "That's a myth!" Someone voiced. I smiled to myself, that was exactly what I had thought. The Guarana had to be a myth..it wasn't real…well that was until the little incident with Fenrir. I also wondered where this old man must have heard what happened. Because It had happened inside the Alpha house. "You all must not have been informed then. I heard a palace guard telling someone that they had witnessed the