LOGIN“Let me taste you, Oliver,” Arias’s voice strained, his large hands holding the male he loved against him. Oliver’s brows dipped, coming together, pain etched across his features. “W-what?,” he stuttered, shocked at the enormity of Arias’s request. “W-we can’t do that.” ----- I was supposed to marry her. The female my father chose, the one who would bind our packs together and make me the alpha everyone expected. But gods, I didn’t want her. I wanted him. Arias fucking Thorne, the youngest alpha of the nine packs, dangerous and overwhelming and everything I couldn’t be. My father would kill us both if he knew. We’d be banished. But while I was busy trying not to burn for the wrong wolven, something worse was stirring in the shadows. Wolves were turning into nightmares, creatures with bloodshot eyes and bones that bent wrong. And somehow, my blood, the forbidden fire I’d spent my life hiding, was the key to it all. The packs were splintering. An ancient evil was rising. And I was caught between duty and a male who made me feel like I was worth more than just my title.
View MoreThe air was thick with tension and the restrained annoyance of my father as he stalked around his study, a glass of whiskey at hand and his jaw clenched. The familiar dark hair of his that Keyleth had inherited from him, swept against his broad shoulders over the brown tunic he wore. The resemblance between them was clear, irrespective of their striking beauty. Keyleth had taken my dad's rich and wavy dark hair, the rich olive brown colour of his skin and the shape of his lips and his eyes, a bright forest green, while I'd only inherited the shape of his face. Beside me on the long chair, Keyleth sat, her face betraying nothing. Pushing down the growing lump down my throat, I sat back in the chair with my knees spread in front of me. I should've known someone would find out we weren't in the castle sooner. I'd gotten carried away at the grey building and Keyleth hadn't even bothered to come look for me until it was too late. It was unbecoming of a responsible alpha who loved and w
“I'm aware of that.” His lips curved down dangerously as he threw the dagger up once more and caught it seconds before it stabbed him. I cocked an eyebrow at him, reaching out to yank the sharp objects mid flight before he could, but failed miserably. I knew I would, but a man had to try his luck. “Of what pack?” “You know, most people would scurry to their knees in the presence of an alpha.” His eyes darkened as he placed one foot in front of the other, moving towards me. “I don't see how my pack concerns this.” My feet moved on their own, taking a step back as I held his gaze deviantly. He might be an alpha but that didn't make me less worthy to be in front of him. “It's common courtesy to let those around you know that you're an alpha and of what pack you command, so they know when not to act out of line.” “Courtesy like the one you showed minutes ago?” He feigned shock, as he finally let the dagger settle on his hand. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I noticed he had take
Through the poor-excuse-of-a-hiding space I was at, my eyes widened as I took the form of the figure that had its both arms around a female wolven. She seemed to be in her early twenties, or younger. Pale hair streaked with blood flowed across her chest as the creature cradled her closer. Its mouth on the crook of her neck, as it took large gulps of blood. I didn’t think my eyes could widen more than they already have, or I could feel colder than I already did. But I did. I'd taken my focus off the wolven and glanced at the figure. Its eyes were bloodshot, black veins crawling underneath them till they reached the sides of its jaw. I could make out the exact shape of its head, the hair on it barely a handful. I trailed my gaze to the arms he had around the now slumped body of the wolven. Claws longer and darker than any I'd ever seen on a wolven accompanied fingers that looked like melted flesh. Shaken out of my shock, I tightened my grip on the dagger and shot forward. But I di
“Brother, when I asked you to escort me to get a drink, I didn't mean stand in the corner like a fucking guard.”The corner of my lips tugged down, as I looked to glance at Keyleth. The cloak she donned was the same material mine was made of, unless hers was an obvious brown and mine a dark color. “You should've been more specific then,”I grumbled, folding my arms across my chest. “Instead of threatening to throw a knife at me just so I'd walk with you to get drunk.”“Oliver, that doesn't mean you can't at least pretend to be decent and enjoy being here.” Keyleth whined, tugging the cowl of her hood up. I snorted. “I can't pretend to be something I'm not.”An onyx-eyed female wolven was suddenly inches away from me. The pale skin of her breasts pushed up and almost out of the cloth that struggled to keep them in place. She pulled her bottom lips in, revealing the sharp edge of one of her fangs, her eyes roaming over me. Shoving another growl down my throat, I watched her approach me,
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