He took a step into the room and stopped as he heard her breath hitch in her chest, and she shrank back slightly in fear. “What is your name?” His raspy voice carried across the room. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the beautiful, intricate tattoos that designed his skin. He noticed her eyes shine with interest. He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand. She stiffened on the bed as hand traced down her shoulders. When his hand cupped her breast and massaged her hard nipples, it was like she came to life. She swung with all her might, burying the pointy end of a comb into his abdomen. He cursed under his breath as she slipped away from his grasp and made a run for the door. He bound across the bed in one leap and pressed her face and chest against the wall. Growling under his breath, he gripped the neck of her cloth and tore it away. “You. Have. Not. Answered. My. Question -” His sentence was cut short by a knock on the door, and his brother walked in. ************ Claire Fischer had a perfect life. A perfect family. A loving fiance she was supposed to marry and rule over the pack. But it all changed as soon as her father died. She caught her fiance cheating and a family secret looms overhead. After being betrayed twice in a row, she decides that she can't take it anymore and she leaves the pack, placing her life in the hands of fate. Would fate treat her better than her pack? Or did she just get into an even worse situation because fate is not kind to anyone, especially a wolfless mutt with alpha blood, and a cursed Lycan king on the hunt.
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“HE WAS SUCH a good man.”
I scoffed inwardly as the smallish man draped in a black cape shuffled past me. Everyone becomes a friend at funerals, even people who had been vehemently against the person when he had been alive.
I looked around and saw many of those types of people. Dressed immaculately in black suits and dressed with black sunshades to match. Some were even graceful enough to drop a tear or two for my father.
I sighed and wrapped the black shawl tighter around my shoulders as I moved forward. I stood over the grave, taking care not to rustle the long root of dew vine that circles the dug-out hole. “Goodbye, Dad,” I muttered under my breath. I scooped up a bit of sand and tossed it in. I felt a fat, lonely tear run down my cheeks, but I smashed it away. He would now have wanted me to be sad and cry. My father, Alpha Bronn Fischer of the Moonshadow pack, was easily the best person in the pack and definitely the best person I knew. He loved me even with my “disability.”
I sighed, feeling a chill breeze wash over me. I rubbed my arms. I could really do with some emotional support now. I looked around, expecting to see my fiancé, Logan’s handsome face pop out from the crowd and smile at me. But Logan was nowhere to be found. Even my mother was nowhere around, too.
Was that normal? I wondered. She was supposed to be here to give a final farewell to her husband.
The men at the head of the grave were looking at me expectantly. I was the highest in command now, and seeing as my father did not have any other children, I was the first choice to be the next alpha. That is if my disability is not used against me. I have managed to keep it a secret from most of the pack for 20 years.
I looked at the men again and nodded curtly. “Cover it up,” I said in what I hoped was a strong voice. I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat before I continued, “We will do the last rites when the moon comes up.”
They nodded in response and immediately got to work as everyone else dispersed in preparation for tonight. I tried to avoid any contact with anybody, but I couldn’t escape the small man who blocked my way.
I bowed respectfully. “Alpha Olsson,” I said. “I appreciate your presence.”
He stroked his beard and nodded, “He was such a good man.” He said, repeating the sentence he had said earlier before. “One of the best men I knew and one of my best friends.”
While I could agree with the first part of his sentence, I was tempted to remind this man what he had been at odds with against my father, especially at the Alpha’s council meetings. And it was not a friendly banter. I nodded dutifully in respect as I tried to hide the scorn from my facial expression.
“It is a pity, though,” he said in a low voice.
I frowned. “What is a pity?”
“You know… the situation that the pack is in right now.” His voice was in a conspiratorial whisper.
I was getting more confused by the second. What on earth was this wily old man talking about?
“The situation concerning who is going to be the next alpha to the pack,” He said. “Your father does not have any male children… none that we know of anyway.” He chuckled.
I frowned. “That is not going to be a problem,” I said. “I am going to be -”
He scoffed, cutting me off effectively. “A girl can’t be the alpha.” He muttered. “Not unless she gets married to an alpha and merges the packs in unity.” He reached out and stroked my hand, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Eww! I snatched my hand away and pinned him with a hard glare. “Alpha Olsson,” I said through clenched teeth. “I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and focus more on your pack. Leave the issues of the Moonshadow pack for us to handle.”
There was a flash of anger in his eyes but he did not say anything. “You do not have many options like this… with your… disability.” He snarled.
I kept my face straight, trying to hide my shock. It was supposed to be a secret. “You don’t have to wait for the final rites, Alpha Olsson.” I said in a firm voice. It was a not-so-subtle way of telling him to leave.
He glared at me for some seconds, then he stormed away. I watched him go before I released a heavy breath of relief.
Such nonsense! I scoffed. Even though Alpha Olsson was right. I could not be alpha on my own, but for him to suggest I marry him? That was just ridiculous. He was almost my father's age, he has a mate and I have a fiancé… a fiancé whom I am still yet to see today.
My frown deepened as I continued my search for Logan. I got to the pack house, maybe he was there, waiting for me.
But as I entered, I instantly regretted my decision because I saw the last person I wanted to see. My mother.
She looked up from the cup of coffee she was making. Her eyes shone with pure hatred and malice. Sometimes I even wondered if she was my real mother, but she is.
“Hello, Mother,” I said to her as I walked by.
She took a sip from the cup, ignoring me.
“You did not come to the funeral,” I said, trying to make a conversation. “Dad would have wanted you to be there.”
“Well, your father is not here anymore, is he?” she asked. “And he went with all the privileges you enjoyed too. Now, you will be in your rightful place.”
“My rightful place is here, in the pack house, as the female alpha.” My voice was shaky as I said it.
She cackled. “That is a nice dream. I suggest you wake up!” she placed the cup on the kitchen counter and leaned forward. “A werewolf without a wolf spirit is nothing and doesn’t belong here!”
There it was. My disability. She enjoyed rubbing it in my face, and I always had a hard time pretending it didn’t hurt.
“Logan, your fiancé, will be the alpha. You will have no business doing that because you are so useless-”
Unable to take it anymore, I rushed out the door. I could feel tears brimming up my eyes as I made my way into the woods behind the pack house. I did not want anyone to see me like this. I crashed into a log and sat down, wiping the pent-up tears from my eyes. I sniffled to calm myself, but then I heard some strange noises.
I frowned slightly, wiping my nose as my curiosity got the better of me and I stood up to go and investigate, hoping it was not dangerous rogues. I would not stand a chance.
Holding my breath, I followed the sound until I got to the source, and a part of me wished that it was attacking rogues instead of the scene before me. My breath came out of my lungs in short gasps as I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall, but I fail and the dam wall comes crashing down, just like my life has come collapsing down around me.
"Logan..." i groaned as my heart twisted in pain and agony.
LOGAN MILLER HE WAS STUNNED beyond words. As he left Ruth's house, he heard her last sentence ringing in his head. She said she knew things. Was this one of those things? Knowing that he wanted to protect Claire and hide Bastian's body further away. But how had she known? Was it even possible to stay a step ahead of them? These questions flooded Logan's head. He could feel a migraine start as he walked through the woods. Well, the situation could still be salvaged, he muttered to himself. He could just try and avert it. If only he and Bruce and maybe a few other men knew, he could just shrug it off. He got to the strong stream and crossed it without any issues. They had gone out of the territory now. How had the men even found the body? What made them come this far in their search? It could not be that they followed a scent. He shook his head. Every scent was washed away by the current and air updraft of the stream. So what gave them the idea? As he came upon the scene,
BRUCE AND HIS man walked for almost half an hour without seeing anything. Bruce was starting to feel this plan slip through his fingers every minute they walked without finding the spot."That bitch could have been more specific," he snarled under his breath, flopping onto a rock. "We might start to head north now. We will walk at an angle, so we will meet with the others in the middle, then we will search the area together again."The man nodded and sat down. They were close to the stream. Bruce sighed and looked around. He was tired, and could not imagine the energy required to carry the rogue all the way out here, and then bury him, and go back without anyone seeing or noticing anything."Beta...""Yeah?" Bruce looked at his companion who was dipping a foot in the fast flowing stream."You know that if your plan works, Claire would be hurt too," He said.Bruce cocked his head and noted that his companion was the youngest out of the three. "Yes. I am aware of that." He replied."I t
BRUCE HURRIED AWAY from the pack. He crept behind a thick tree and watched as Logan went into Ruth's house. They had agreed to stalk Logan for as long as possible so he would not suspect where Bruce had gone.When Bruce was sure that Logan had gone in and was being occupied by Ruth, he continued his journey farther away into the woods, heading west. After almost half an hour was brisk walking, he came across the Tibet stream. It was a fast-flowing stream that was quite wide. As he looked at it and tested the current, he wondered how the Lycan had carried the body across.Using a stick, he tested how deep the water was, and luckily, it was not deep as it was only a couple of feet deep and would reach up to his knee, but even with the shallowness, the current of the water was able to sweep him off his feet."Beta?" Bruce turned to see 3 men of average build coming towards him. "Luna Ruth sent us, she told us to do as we were told without asking questions."Bruce nodded. "What we are go
BRUCE KNEW THAT something was up, and to his dismay, It seemed like Logan was starting to catch up on everything that was going on behind him. It had come as a terrible surprise when Fiona found out that she was pregnant, and it was very obvious that he was responsible, not Logan.Their plan had been to just manipulate Logan and make him fuck Fiona without condoms or pulling out, so they could easily blame the pregnancy on him. But the plan did not work out perfectly and Logan did not bite. It was like he saw through their plan and refused to sleep with Fiona.Bruce was going to try and convince Fiona to try and abort the baby. It sounded bad, but it would be worse if Fiona suddenly gave birth and the child looked nothing like the alpha.He walked into the pack house. He knew Logan had been on a call with someone. He suspected that it was Claire, and there was something he was keeping secret.He peeked out the window to make sure he was not followed. Then he put the earpiece to his e
LOGAN MILLERLOGAN AND BRUCE walked out. By now, the news that Bastian was missing had gone around the pack. Some people were glad that the rogue responsible for attacks on them months ago was gone, while some were worried. They wondered how the veteran warrior like Bastian could just disappear, and how safe they were. Some of them shared the same views as Bruce and were already suspecting that it was the Lycan clan that visited that was responsible for the abduction."How are his people holding up?" Logan asked."As they should," Bruce answered. "They are worried, some are scared. They have recorded a large amount of deaths in the past few months. Their male population has been reduced to a very few.""Those are not our faults," Logan muttered. He wanted to say it was Ruth's fault for sending them against Claire, and the Lycans. In fact, everything that happened was Ruth's fault.First, she manipulated him into dumping Claire, and then making the whole pack share in her hatred for Cl
LOGAN MILLERLOGAN FINGERED THE card that Claire had given to him. He enjoyed the texture and read the address to himself. He knew the place, it was a secluded expanse of woods uphill. So that was where the Lycan and his clan were residing.The door to his office opened and he turned around to look at Bruce. "Any news?" He asked. They had been looking for Bastian for hours, but it seemed like the rogue just disappeared into thin air. Bruce shook his head and sat down on the couch. "Ruth is going nuts." He said, looking at Logan. "Is there something I should know that I don't?"Logan chuckled and shook his head. He was constantly amazed at how tricky and deceptive Bruce was turning out to be. If he didn't know better, he would think that Bruce was also ignorant of everything. But he knew better. He knew that Bruce knew about the affair between Ruth and Bastian."Earth to Logan..." Bruce snapped his fingers.Logan shook his head. "Sorry. What did you say?""I was only just wondering wh
CLAIRE VON SINCLAIRI HAD BEEN about to leave the table to go and speak with Joram about how he was feeling before Lucia showed up at the door. She looked at Alek briefly before looking at me and saying, "I have not had breakfast. Can I join the table?"I paused chewing, wondering if I had heard properly. I felt Alek stiffen beside me too. Lucia raised an eyebrow at me and I heard Alek's voice float into my head, telling me that it was my decision to make.What could go wrong? I asked myself. "Of course, Lucia," I said. "You can join us for breakfast."I could feel Aleks's disagreement. But he had said it was my decision, and I made it."Are you sure that is a good idea?" He asked me.I did not take my eyes away from her as Lucia came towards the table and took a seat close beside Alek.The nerve of the woman, I gritted inwardly while I kept my face emotionless."Thank you, Luna Claire," she said and I did not miss the mocking sarcasm laced in her words. "I know exactly what Alek is t
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRHE WAS AT peace as he washed and dried his face. He took a wet napkin and went to Claire. He wiped her black where a dried streak of blood had come from where he bit her."Did you mark me?" She asked, chuckling."I think so," he replied. He opened a bandaid and covered the place."I thought you didn't believe in any of those things," she said. He chuffed. "I didn't believe in many things before I met you. Love, for one." He said, pressing a kiss to her head."You made me believe in love." He walked away to dispose of the napkin before she could respond.She softly touched the bandaid on her neck with her finger. "Why do you treat it like an injury?" She asked."Because that is what it is," he muttered, shrugging on a shirt. "And I do not want it to get infected."She laughed and ripped the bandaid off, making it bleed again. "I am not that fragile." She said. "I am a werewolf... even though my wolf is dormant.""I hear you," He smirked. "See? You're bleeding a
CLAIRE VON SINCLAIRTHERE WAS NO way I could remain angry after what just happened. Alek lay beside me, breathing deeply and heavily. I smiled, feeling the deep purring from him as my fingers explored the unfamiliar crevices in his body.He turned and looked at me. "Are you still pissed at me?" He asked.I chuffed and shook my head. "I am not happy with what you did, but I understand why you did it.""You do?" He asked, propping himself up on an elbow.I nodded. He did it to revenge for the danger I was put in. He did it to protect me. Just as Ryana had said, I wouldn't feel totally safe knowing that Bastian was still out there and able to hurt me again anytime. "I understand," I said, pulling him down for a kiss.He pushed into me, deepening the kiss. I could feel his heart, beating in rhythm with mine as we lay chest to chest. The length of his huge body was pressed against me. His hard cock was pressed against my thighs."Well, you respected my wishes and didn't harm my mother," I
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