The riverbank temporarily ported 5 disoriented werewolves. Ragged monuments of green mirrored on the still water, reflecting its exceptional depth. The crossing is equivalent to stepping a foot into hell for both humans and wolves. Blood-thirsty creatures such as bull sharks, piranha, and anacondas have grown out of proportion in these waters due to no interference from the outside world. Zaden has checked with his patrol team. Ozrain Samrat hasn't left the mountains. He still can sense her energy within his territory but they couldn’t find her in any of the other 2 villages which means, for some reason, she must be in the elderly village. Being alive and kicking is a must to bring her back. Mind-link to his father had been nothing but a dead-end. He couldn't mind-link Selena as well, which means she must be on the third floor of their house, across the river. A few rooms on the third floor and dungeons were built to disable the mind-linking and special abiliti
The wake of the sun was still solemn like the day before. Ozrain exited Selena's room, rubbing his forehead in contempt. Her weakening heartbeat still resonates in his ears. Draven who was waiting outside sighed. By now, he is accustomed to the antics behind the door. They stared at each other silently for a minute or two. Ozrain is juggling a crucial intersection in his lifetime. Sparing his daughter's life and returning to being a lone wolf or push a little bit more and stand a chance to have a family?. Which one is more important? What if she continues this even after reaching their kingdom? She is already limp due to lack of energy. How long can she sustain herself? Especially when her wolf refuses to heal. He sighed again, staring at the ceiling. Among all the others, he is the one who would understand the pain of losing a lover and mate. Selena lost both in one night.“Send the motorboat to bring your son,” he said coldly. As if waiting for this, Draven shoots mi
A pair of teeth-grinding footsteps dragged back and forth across the narrow corridor, outside Selena’s temporary port–Draven Black, another soul on tenterhooks for their Luna. It seems that 'pacing' is their family's trademark.“So?” he asked once the white-haired man came out.“Well, she had eaten and regained her strength... I have said what I wanted to say. There is nothing more left for me here. I'm leaving for the Samrat Kingdom. It's time for me to face my responsibilities and even the accounts. Could you arrange a motorboat for me, please?” Draven nodded to Ozrain's request. Finally, the prickles under Draven’s skin watered down. He made a mental note to pamper Selena, along with the thousands reciting under the canopy of Mount Manuka. Peaches!!! Back in the room, Selena's wailing of pain hasn't subsided“She didn't die from an accident, Zaden. It was a suicide. It was a fucking suicide to save me!!!” Zaden couldn't or wouldn't do anything to contain her agony. We
“Are you out of your mind?” Zaden, pacing left and right with Selena comfortably NESTLED in her favorite velvet green couch. The pair of eyes that would degrade well-polished grey pearls, tumbled to left and right to tail her lover's footsteps. An inch of loose thread dangling off the hem of her borrowed hoodie took the beating, drawn closer with knees up on the couch.“Look at me!!!” he exclaimed, shocking Selena as she jerked and snapped up at him.“We have been fighting so hard to keep you away from him and now you want to go cruising with him? Sunday picnic perhaps? Have you gone crazy?” Zaden, fuming with anger. In a different situation, his red face would make her laugh.“That was when we thought he killed Elisa...” she mumbled low but Zaden heard her.“And you believe him? Where did this sudden attachment to him come from? “Zaden's pitch is rising higher, clutching his hip. “Zad–“Makeala’s defense speech slashed right in the heart by Zaden’s deadly glare, effectively shutting
Miles away from the peaceful Mount Manuka, a deadly beast had escaped with a wound and is now in need of its master to heal her. Crystal clear sea-green waves rolled an array of bubbles to the white sands of Samrat Kingdom, edged by clumps and clumps of rocks. A luxury mansion stood mighty facing the beach, on top of a hill. The cliffs and hills with the dense forest have become a perfect playground for werewolves to build their strength. On the other end of the island, a bridge connects them to the outside world. Beyond the bridge is fishing ports, indicating the beginning of a typical modern-day civilization. A lot had changed since Ozrain had left. The power of king Epsilon is boldly proclaimed with a 15 feet height statue, erected in the middle of the mansion entrance. Steady water flows from the stone feet into a reservoir of fountain. Epsilon has been running his private government here. Every single resident of the island is to submit 25% of their ea
Ozrain and Maximus hugged each other, sealing their reunion with a hearty laugh. After years, the wait is finally over. From further exchange of conversation, it came to light that Maximus is not the Delta anymore, he is the beta to Epsilon. He also explained all that has happened since Ozrain left, in brief. Some details that he was saying seemed to bother Ozrain, as discontent was visible on his face. “You refused to come back unless you have found your child. Does that mean you had found him?" Ozrain knocked out of his deep thought“It's a she” he swung open one of his arms, pointing towards the first jeep. Maximus paced together with Ozrain to the jeep in question as the window of the rear seat rolled down. Revealed the beautiful, sweet, fragile girl on the lap of an intimidating alpha, hugging his neck and head down. Maximus placed his elbows on the window frame“Hi there, pumpkin...I'm Maximus, your grandpapa's old friend. What's your name?” he asked, nothing even remote
Maximus had arranged a cabin in the woods nearby. It is his own and 7 of Selena's stayed cramped in the small cabin. According to Ozrain, Maximus is trustworthy. Another 8 have their own house here, on the island itself. They left their family years ago to accompany Ozrain, his loyal followers, so to say. Selena could only imagine the private festive taking place in each of their houses. The guests of the kingdom scattered around the living hall. It is small, made out of wood, but cozy enough to be called home. Selena was standing in between Zaden's legs, attending to his wounds while he sat on a high chair. His thumb carelessly stroked her waist. His eyes lingered on her, almost ready to swallow her whole. Negligent to the eye-fuck, she carefully wiped the cuts on his face and applied some analgesic cream on it, not that he requires them and he spares no effort in informing her that till she was done.“You know, it would heal by itself in no time,” he said low, earning a
After late lunch, Selena had to literally drag Zaden to bed. He was overthinking about tomorrow's fight and he refused to go to sleep.“You can't predict tomorrow, Zaden. What is bound to happen, will keep unraveling itself, in front of us. What you can do is get ready for that, prepare yourself. Now, you need to sleep well for that” It's a small room with a queen-size bed and a prominently, large window. The bed had taken up almost all the space, leaving a mere 3 feet path to walk around. A storage bench with a rack-like structure on top is erect at a corner to organize clothes and shoes. Simple, modest, yet cozy and comfy. Selena pushed him to the bed, bouncing him a little. He sat up and gently grab hold of Selena's hip, laying a trail of kisses around her navel.“Maybe we can do something else...to help relax my mind first,” he said biting his lips while his fingers slides into her waistband.“Ah ah...Nothing doing...You are not fooling me with that schoolboy, flirty