Sacrificed to the Alpha

“Where are you taking me?” I whimpered as the huge wolf carried me on its shoulders. The path is dark. I cannot see clearly. But this white wolf, which is walking on its two feet, seems to know the path like no one else. It walks like it’s some sort of a man rather than an animal. In fact, it breathes and acts as if it's not an animal at all. The wolf had been walking through this forest for a couple of minutes now. It was silent in here, like the grave. Is it going to bury me alive in the middle of this dark, gloomy forest? Too bad I didn’t scream when it took me from the stone table. But what’s the use of screaming anyway? Insects and trees wouldn’t help me get away from this predator. I doubt they can even recognize my scream as a shout for help.Heaven knows where this is, until it halted. I tried to move my head to see what’s in front of us that made it stop. Luckily, it turned me around and I can see a huge rocky wall that extends to nowhere. It seems to

“I just wanted to test my soon-to-be bride if she fits my taste,” he murmured between my lips. “And what if I’m not?” I parted my face from his plumpy, kissable lips. He smirked. “You will be. I will not save you from your family if you don't fit my taste.” I nodded. “My family. They are…” “They died a week ago.” Sleepiness left my soul. “What did you say?” “The people that are with you…they are not people. They are Heart-eaters. They can assume any appearance they like as long as they feed on mortal’s hearts—and werewolves. Most especially werewolves’ hearts.” “What?! How? Why?!” Several questions flooded inside my mind. I knew my family was not the kind of family that everyone wished for. But being oblivious of their death for over a week is…I can’t. This is so baffling. What’s going on then? What happened to them? “Surely it’s not a coincidence that I was brought here?” I asked with br

It’s been normal for me to see women gape upon seeing me naked. But seeing Elaine flabbergasted…gosh, I almost forgot not to bite my lip seductively. I just put her down roughly on the murky ground, courtesy of this morning’s cold rain. Mud had already stained my moon-white fur earlier, splashed into my wolf body the moment she landed on the filthy ground. She whimpered in pain, and I just watched her because my entirety is also aching as well. My cerulean eyes sparkled as I can now clearly see her beautiful body under the light of the Snow Moon. She has huge melons for her age, perfect and round. I bet it will just fit in my hands. Her kind peering eyes seem to feast on my unclothed body. Her hair was as black as this night—as well as luscious and a bit wavy, but not too straight either. Her skin is the color of snow and her body is the shape of an hourglass. I arrogantly showcased my body before her, hoping that Elain

Karlo and Gialyca are having sex outside on this damn hour. They are so loud and rough, and never hesitated to do it in front of Elaine’s window. They must be Elaine’s reason for still being awake, especially the windows of her room serve as some sort of a television’s screen—making her see such a breath-taking, clear view of Karlo and Gia’s convergence. ‘Can’t they just do it in the room?’ I thought. Damn, Karlo is acting like a real wolf again—taking his mate under the sea of stars, thrusting inside her in a dog’s mating position. I frowned at him when he saw me standing at my arched windows. ‘Get laid inside, Karlo!’ I commanded via our minds’ link. He’s a Black Wolf and the Alpha of the Onyx Pack, a manipulator of all things that give light and dark. Gialyca Farmiga is a famous supermodel who decided to live permanently in Moonburn. The citizens of Moonburn didn’t think twice to vote for her as the sacri

I was right. They are done eating and I was late for a couple of minutes. And because of my tardiness, a palm-sized beef steak and a lobster’s head is the only thing left for me to eat amidst the abalones, crawfish, pork belly, chicken breast, beef steak, crabs, shells, and three lobsters I prepared, cooked, and bought for them. This is all I have, all that was left for me to eat: a fucking palm-sized beef steak and lobster’s head. I smashed my fist on the table due to this anger simmering inside me. I don’t know if it’s a good thing that they’re swimming in a distance from me but I guess it’s a good thing then. So that this knife and grill will not land on their eyes and throat. I wiped my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. “Perhaps if I’ve been earlier, there will be more food for me to eat.” I think not. Early or tardy, they will still see me as an extra baggage to the family that can just be discarded and forgotten anytime. They will still lea