“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
A dimly lit room with beige and gold baroque wallpaper pans wide. A customized, super king-size royal bedframe laid in the middle. Red velvet crystal-embellished headboard and matching foot chest highlight the silk beige bedsheets and fluffy pillows. Persian carpet in the end of bed and furniture to match the bed design scattered around the perimeter of the room. A wall height portrait of Queen Aira and King Epsilon hung against the wall backing the bed. French windows around the room reveal view of the whole kingdom and part of the sea. Sorrow clouds over the luxurious space, as the occupant stood in front of the sea view window. A fragile figure of a woman. Frosty white skin with a few aging lines, light blue eyes, straight white hair hit her hip and a light blue floor-length dress hangs softly over her small frame. Her eyes gazed upon the falling sun, unblinking. Her calm and serene aura doesn't implicate the pain in her heart. Her bedroom doorknob twisted to open as he
“Are you ready?” Zaden could barely contain his excitement. It is not midnight yet and they are going to shift on their own. She nodded with much hesitation.“Ok, take off your clothes...” Zaden said and Selena's eye darted around the place, making sure no one or no owl is staring at her. Little did she know, there is already a werewolf camouflaged in between tree branches observing their moves. Biting her lips, she gazed into Zaden's eyes. Her finger fiddled with her shirt button, undoing them one by one. At the third button, her cleavage showed through and Zaden's eye turned from calm to intense. Selena couldn't look into them anymore. Coyness and timidity spread through her tingling cheeks. Epsilon can see her hand moving in front of her but only a smidgen of her left is visible to him. The rest is hidden behind Zaden. Once all of her buttons were done, Zaden slipped his hand to her shoulders, grazing her shoulder as he pushed the white shirt off to the ground. Cold br
The unwelcomed morning bloomed across the horizon anyways. Selena sat on the edge of the bed, naked with the duvet pulled up to her chest. She is used to waking up naked once in a while before this, but now, it seems to be the norm. Oddly, her face is dull, mirroring heartache and sorrow boiling within. Hours skipped by with her sitting stoned, gazing emptily upon the sunlight pouring through the window in her room. The whole house is quiet. Zaden is still sleeping behind her, hugging a pillow, probably thinking that it's her. It hit her hard, this is the day that will actually change her life, leaving behind no choice. Well, climbing Mount Manuka would be the first 'life-altering' decision but she was given the option to return to her old life. The Samrat Kingdom wouldn't spare such decency. A memory flashed between her grey eyes, settling a sudden frown. She flustered and struggled. Various images popped up in her mental window. Dried up single tree, screeching