Alpha HadenHow dare her? What was she doing with that guy? She was supposed to be working, not having a break.“Are you jealous, Haden?” My wolf, Gaya, asked. I could feel his arrogant wolfy smirk in my head, where he was. Where every wolf usually was.Wolves and their human host had the ability to communicate with each other telepathically. I found it useful sometimes, other times, I just wanted Gaya to shut up. And today was one of those days I wanted him to shut it.I ignored him and continued watching Tasyra eat and chat with that farm guy, I was going to find out who he was. She had no right to talk to anyone, she was supposed to be working.“You rejected the mate bond, Haden.” Gaya put in, obviously trying to make fun of me.“What is your problem?” I angrily asked.“Just want to know why you’re here monitoring the girl you rejected when we already have another girl we want to marry.”“So when it comes to the rejection, it’s me. But for Zaryn, it becomes us?” I was getting irrit
“Good day, Alpha.” Fagel greeted, his head was bowed in respect.The Alpha shot daggers at him with his eyes, then he swept his heated gaze to me. It took all of my will not to tremble beneath his stare. My heart pounded viciously, my stomach churned nervously — I almost felt like throwing up Fagel’s food. I could not maintain gaze with him, so I had to lower my head. Not in respect like Fagel, but in fear. I should have stood my ground against taking a break, I had no right to according to the Alpha and his mother. I bit my lips, waiting for his brutal verdict. I was so shake my fear and nerves that I had to clasp my hands to prevent them from quivering.“I asked you a question, Tasyra. What are you doing?” His tone was low but the rage could still be heard in the voice.I kept mute, unable to reply, my head was still lowered. The ground was far more interesting than the foreboding expression he was wearing, and worse, it was aimed at me.“The Alpha is talking to you.” Zaryn stepped
“Does this mean Alpha Haden likes me, or did I mishear?” I pondered, wondering if there was a chance for me to be his Luna. The possessive tone in his voice when he asked Fagel to keep away lingered in my mind. As he was about to leave, our eyes locked, I couldn't help but notice, for the hundredth time, his striking sterling grey eyes. The gaze felt like being drawn into a profound, enigmatic ocean. His intense and captivating look held me spellbound, evoking a mix of emotions within me, love, admiration, fear, and resentment all at once.“Are you okay?” Fagel inquired as soon as the Alpha departed. His interruption pulled me out of my reverie, and I wasn't sure if I welcomed it. Drawing nearer and resting his hands on my right shoulder, he added, "I won't abandon you like the others, no matter what." His words brought to mind the numerous friends who had distanced themselves due to the shame and penalties they faced simply for being associated with me. "Thank you, Fagel," I replied,
“The Luna calls you.” A servant had told Tasyra.“T-the Luna?” Tasyra stuttered, “But why?” She continued as tears welled up in her eyes.“You should be used to trouble by now” the servant scoffed at her.Tasyra broke down crying. She knew a summon by the Luna was no good. She had been hiding her pregnancy from everyone including Fagel, and she somehow was sure the Luna would detect it. After minutes of sobbing, she braced up as she headed to the Luna’s place. She anticipated the worst.As Tasyra approached the Luna's manor, her palms grew sweaty. She was nervous and unsure of what to expect. “What have I done now?” she queried herself. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. It opened, and she was ushered in by a servant. She looked at the place she once served in before she was banished to labour on the farm. She noticed changes as the place was decorated with more luxurious furniture and expensive paintings. The Luna's place was without a doubt one of the most beautiful pl
Tasyra had spent countless days confined within the oppressive walls of her prison cell. By now, she had fallen into a daily routine. Each morning, she would be abruptly awakened by a loud noise, jolting her from sleep, followed by the creaking of the iron doors of her cell as the guards arrived. She would then be escorted to an open field, where she and other male and female slaves would bathe. Afterwards, their oppressors would drag them to the farm, where they would toil without respite, water, or sustenance. At the end of the day, they would receive a meagre, unappetizing meal from a large pot, and they would all scramble to eat like animals before being returned to their cells without another bath. Initially, Tasyra would spend the entire day crying while working, and during mealtime, she would go without food. However, as time passed, she found strength in the thoughts of her child and fought harder when food was brought.One fateful day, while she was basking in the air in the
TasyraI sat in the dimly lit corner of the slave quarters, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. I had been carefully crafting a plan to escape the fortress, and now, as I looked across at Fagel, my trusted friend and confidant, I knew that the time had come to share my audacious scheme.“Fagel,” I began, looking over to where he sat. We had snuck out and we were sharing our usual moments of companionship. My voice was low and urgent as I continued, “I've been thinking. We can't stay here any longer. We have to find a way to escape this place.”Fagel's eyes widened with surprise, and he leaned in closer, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief. “Tasyra!” He shushed, “You know how dangerous that would be. The risks are too great. We could be caught, or worse…”“I know,” I interrupted, my voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and determination. “But I can't bear to spend another day in this hellish place. We have to try, Fagel. We have to take a chance o
TasyraIn the dimly lit cell, Fagel and I found ourselves side by side, consumed by the whirlwind of thoughts that swirled through our minds. Each passing moment brought us closer to the foundation of our daring escape from the fortress that had bound us against our will. Yet, even in our plans, we knew caution was our ally, and our voices hushed from the fear of prying ears that lurked nearby.“We cannot discuss here; they will hear us,” Fagel cautioned me, breaking the grip of silence that enveloped our shared space. We intended to meet at our usual spot which had become our customary spot during the day to strategise, yet an unexpected divergence had disturbed our routine, leaving shadows of uncertainty in its wake.“Why didn't you arrive as originally planned?” I queried my expression, a tapestry woven with concern and curiosity, a reflection of the countless thoughts that jostled for attention in my mind.“I was called in by Alpha Haden,” Fagel responded, his words laced with an
Tasyra“We have to wait and be careful," Fagel advised. "We need to gather information and wait for the right moment to come,” he stated as he threw in a chunk of food, chewing hastily I figured he assumed that I was quiet because I was trying to follow the plan. His eyes still showed his determination as he continued to talk, “We'll need to be smart about this, okay?” he said. “We can not afford to make any mistakes.”I saw his plan begining to take shape as he started to scribble on the ground drawing weird things to show me how we would escape. “First, we need to gather as much information as possible about how this fortress is built. We also need to know at what time and what places the guards usually are, and any weak points in the security system,” he explained. “Once we have a clear understanding of their weaknesses, we can start planning our escape route.”He watched as I listen intently, and from judging my mood, he asked me a question to know if my mind was already seei