SIDE STORY * * Luca lets out a groan when Javier plants a soft kiss on his chest, and then his tongue flicks a pebble nipple, before taking it completely into his mouth. Luca’s eyes flutter closed at the sensation. Javier’s tongue continues giving attention to his nipples while his mouth suckles with soft, sure pulls. Luca lets out a harsh growl of disappointment and warning when Javier suddenly pulls away with a soft pop. But Javier simply settles himself between Luca’s legs, snapping the zipper to his breeches open. “What are you . . . ?” Luca's words are averted to a pleasured grunt when Javier pulls out his cock, making a fist around it with both of his hands. Their eyes lock every ticking second as Javier gives one long lick straight up his length. Luca's hips buck involuntarily as Javier swallows his cock in his mouth, his cheek hollowing around it, which only amplifies the pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, just like that,” Luca lets out the grunt as his fingers low
SIDE STORY The village is bustling with the sound of activities, cheerful laughter and voices ringing in the air from a distance where children run around playfully.The carefree noises were the aftermath of finally ending a threat that had been lurking, and everyone could finally bask in relaxation. The snow was thicker now, covering the roofs with white and making the morning air foggy. It’s been a week since the fight against the enemy, and the Dahomes ended up being victorious. Every warrior will forever remember the honourable Beta who sacrificed himself… and placed his life as a bet for this peace that they all enjoy.From being deemed a traitor, the mention of the Beta's name now brings idolised worship from the younger warriors. This particular morning, the cottage was warm from the huge fireplace, and thick with the smoky smell of cooked herbs.“Ahh, open,” Javier demonstrates by opening his mouth with so much enthusiasm, unlike a brooding Beta who hated every moment of
SIDE STORY * * Torren doesn't make it to his horse, the warrior blocking his path is none other than the Beta who has betrayed him. “Where do you think you're going? You still owe me something!” The Beta's voice is colder than Torren's ever heard. Behind them, Haesir is taking out more of Torren's warriors, Torren watches with horror as Haesir’s axe takes a head clean off. The head rolls against the blood-painted snow. It belongs to one of his Chief's allowance. More blood splashes across the trees as Haesir takes out the other two with the same furious cruelty. “Why are you running away like a coward?” Luca mocks the pale Alpha, stepping even closer, their gaze clashing. “This has to end soon. My chief already has some good news: his mate, whom you wanted to kill, just gave birth. So, I'll present your head as a gift on his special day,” He smiles tightly, and for the first time, Torren gets a glimpse of the deranged beast within. The deranged glint in Luca's eyes seemed t
SIDE STORY **Whatever Torren was about to say is instantly cut off as an arrow whizzes through the air, missing Torren by a few inches, but it lodges in the warrior who has just spoken to him.The warrior doesn't get the time to scream, his eyes widen with horror as the arrow protrudes from his chest to his back. Then he falls limp against the cold Forest floor. “Ambush!” Torren yells, stepping away from his warrior's fallen form and ripping his sword out of the sheath on his back, his eyes snap to Luca's as all hell breaks loose around them.“How is this possible?” Torren cries, all around them, arrows fly as Dahome warriors burst out of the trees as they surround them. They shout their war cries, their weapons raised in the air. Then from behind one of the thick trees, a figure emerges. Luca's attention snaps to the familiar face. Haesir. His jet black hair is tied back in a single long braid, his eyes burning with a coldness that makes the air shift. His dominant Alpha pr
SIDE STORY * * Torren bursts out of the tent, his enraged roar splitting through the air. Just a few distances away, the lifeless body of the Alpha lies sprawled in the dirt, his lips blackened, his eyes frozen wide in a silent scream. Poison. Panic ripples through the village as Warriors rush between huts, shouting and grabbing weapons, as they search for one person, but Torren already knows it. His prisoner has escaped, and his rage burns hotter than fire. He storms up to the second warrior, the one assigned to guard Javier. The male's face is pale as Torren shoves him hard. “How did he escape?” His voice cracks like a whip. “They fooled us! You were supposed to watch him!” The warrior stumbles backwards, his hands raised in surrender “H-he cut himself deep. I thought he was going to die, so he begged me to get bandages…” Torren’s snarl is low and cruel. His hand flashes out. “You couldn’t see through such a pathetic trick?” His fingers lock around the warrior’s throat.
SIDE STORYThe sound of horse hooves grows more distant. Fainter, until it vanishes completely.Luca was gone.Javier releases the breath he’s been holding. Outside the tent, he can see the shadows of warriors standing with their weapons crossed, blocking any hope of exit or entrance.Two Alphas. Torren isn’t taking chances, but Javier has no intention of staying here, rather than becoming a tool to control Luca, there must be something he can do. Adrenaline pumps through Javier’s blood as he paces the large tent for what feels like hours but is really only seconds. The thought is already forming as his gaze catches on the supplies he and Luca had gathered before arriving at this camp. Javier grabs the small sack containing a few clothes, ointment. . . The stainless dagger hidden among the fabric catches his eye, its sharp gleam reflecting his own hard expression.Sorry, Luca.I cannot listen to you. There was no way he would sit by and watch Luca face an impossible choice.It's