LOGINEvadne’s POVI left the training hall and the training grounds entirely since Alpha Vance led me to a tavern by the street not far from there that I didn’t even know was there in the first place. He told me we could get to know each other more through rounds of beer. I hope Geneva won’t strangle me for hanging out with her boyfriend. “Are you coming inside?” I blinked at the word coming, but then I looked up and saw the hand-painted sign that says: The Wolf’s Den. Well, it really is a wolf’s den considering the abundance of groaning and males laughing boisterously even when I'm just standing outside. “Yes.” And then Alpha Vance waited for me to step inside first before he followed behind, as if he was making sure my back was safe from anyone who would dare harm me. I rubbed my snow-crusted boots on the doormat before finding Vance and me a seat. But the Alpha already found one first, by the counter of
“I can also be an older brother figure to you,” he added when my mouth fell open and only empty air escaped out of my lips. I stared at his aqua blue eyes, a lot lighter than Kallias’ turquoise eyes that I sometimes thought were icy blue. Vance does look friendly and gentle and kind.I looked around and realized we were all alone. Alone in the howling wild sea of snow, Alpha Vance blew out a breath, still waiting for my answer. “You’re my mate’s right-hand man. Aren’t we already friends?” He sheepishly smiles. “Can I give you a friendly hug?” I was embraced by the chill winds and the fresh pine scent I just noticed surrounding us. I offered him my wide-open arms. “Of course.”And then we hugged. My new friend’s face and mine met side by side, cheeks to cheeks.I never thought I'd gain more friends in the Nightblood Pack. Just like Kallias said, jealousy is abundant everywhere, especially when you're the mate of the Alpha King.I've shown
A day after the Alphas’ & Betas’ orgy and A day before the Shadow Rose Pack’s departure...Ansel’s POVMy morning could never have been worse, now that I am standing before my father’s grave. Exactly two years ago to this day, my father was slain by Alpha Cal, the cousin of Alpha Jonas. Both are cruel and sadistic. Both deserved to be murdered and rot in hell for eternity. The sun barely pierced through the canopy of trees, its dark leaves hindering the light and allowing a natural roof for my father’s grave. He’s not even buried within the Fire Moon Pack’s lands. He’s here, in a little nameless forest that I doubt was visited by someone at least once a month. I did not listen to that shithead Alpha Cal to leave his body to rot in the Verdean Forest: the place where those flesh-eaters, the Forest Dwellers, made the eerie woods their home. “Good morning, father,” I kneeled before him and placed three red roses atop his makeshift tombstone
“Is that all you can do?” A squeaky but not-so-sweet voice halted me from throwing more punches.The thought of my father and his hideous attitude and actions evaporated from my thoughts. I pivoted to the voice’s owner. He’s one of the pups that are still gawking at me. “Excuse me?” I breathed. I was panting, actually. I'm on the last day of my monthly bleeding and I'm doing exercises out here in the middle of snowy grounds and chilled air. The floor's concrete and solid beneath my feet, but it didn't help the fact that it's crusted with frost.Even when the magic of belonging to a pack makes you immune to the cold and such, I can still feel the cold deep in my bones, deep in my soul, just by looking at them. “You’re the Luna but it took you a dozen punches or so to knock down a scarecrow made of hay?!” said the other one. “Perhaps you should work on that, Luna.”I think these little ones are colder than any winter breeze. I marked the subtle disple
Even I gasped at my mate’s cold question. In fact, I'm the only one who gasped in the entire room. Beta Fionn and the other guards remained stoic as if seeing my mate bestow punishment was just a normal thing for them to witness.My father’s breath became an icy mist of sight to behold. “Your Majesty, please!” His pleading voice was strange to my ears. I never heard the great Alpha of the Moonflame Pack ever beg, not so much as plead. My mate shook his head. His silver hair, like strands of iridescent moonlight, swayed when a cool wind passed by. “Answer.” My father’s throat bobbed. “My head. I choose my head. “Ah,” Kallias chuckled. “So you value your life before your pride, after all.” He glanced at me, but there was no trace of my mate in his glowing golden eyes. Only the Alpha King that the entire country feared. Only the Alpha King who declared eternal winter when he could have chosen spring, like the father and Alpha King before hi
“Alpha Marcus is coming...here?” I didn’t dare address him as father.Geneva groaned. “His sudden interest in coming to the Nightblood Pack without prior asking for permission is not a good thing.”“You can convince your mate to just dispose of your father, you know. Give an example to other Alphas on what happens if he ever dares to hurt his mate or anyone he cares for,” Beta Caesar suggested.I shook my head. “Answering violence with a violent threat from a violent person does not need to be questioned. That’s absurd and not my kind of personality!” I hissed.Both of my friends chose to not speak for the rest of our breakfast. It was...kind of awkward, but they respected my silence and need for being silent. They talk to each other about the Blackwind Pack and the hot Betas. Geneva obviously made sure I heard how Alpha Vance, my mate’s right-hand Beta who he now appointed as the new Alpha of the Blackwind Pack since Kallias’ takeover and the former Alpha’s running away and inciting







