Savage Passion

LYDIA They say he is a monster. Wicked to the core and devoted only to only his pack known as the Rose. They say with eyes like blood, the Alpha of the Rose-the onset of the conclusion to those that defy him— travels from territory to territory, wiping out enemy packs in a single battle. Drawn to war, he slew even the smallest resistance with misery and bloodshed.To see him, they say, is to look death right in the eye.They claim he has no moral compass and that he killed without mercy, stole without qualm, and obliterated without guilt, all to receive serenity: Assurance in knowing his pack would never have to suffer the fate they did in time past to rival packs. In two excruciating nights, I had gotten to know all the horrible things Alexios Rose stood for. The cell was cold and I was utterly alone. It had been two good days but I still refused to admit to myself that a cruel lot had been tossed my way. Two days ago, I had been werewolf royalty. Now...now I was about to be sold

ALEXIOS EARLIER... "I am ready." Fiona Blossom waltzed towards me and proceeded to plant a kiss on my cheek. "How is the fit by the way?"She was dressed in green. Her favorite. The color of earth. Something she associated with her spirituality. Witches could be the oddest. It was beautiful. It cupped her breast in all the right places and the slit that stopped at her thigh made my wolf go feral. But I was Alpha and an Alpha never renounced control."Beautiful as always but I do need to go remind you we are going to pick out a slave girl for your needs and not the red carpet." I teased.Fiona sent me a look that made the sky crack in half. It might have been a coincidence but with witches, It was always wise to think otherwise. It was what I loved about them. Their unpredictable nature. Among the supernatural community, they were widely avoided because of the bad reputation that came with the power and title but Fiona was different. She was empathic. The one woman who had managed to

ALEXIOS Fiona wouldn't look at me all through the drive. Let alone have a word with me. She was far too busy making sure the daughter of that bastard was doing alright. I bet she would feel differently if I told her what had happened. The Nightshade girl hadn't brought it up so I felt no need to talk about it. The last thing I needed was to have this girl believe we had some sort of hold over me. "Kiss her," That pestering voice had the back of my head rattled. "You know you want to." It was enticing. Her lips were the most inviting pink I had ever laid my eyes on and so could barely stop thinking about it. God, It was slowly happening. The madness of the bond. I looked into the rear mirror. It was easier to spy from there without gathering suspicions. Fiona had given her scarf to the Nightshade girl. In Fiona's eyes, I could see the look of disdain. Her lips were pouted and at the base of her throat, a bobbing vein threatened to explode. Lydia on the other hand looked disturbed. I

UNKNOWN POV Hot air escaped from my lips as I tugged my sweater close. Wentworth was cold this time of the air. My feet wobbled as they tried to stay afloat on the frozen floor. It was times like this I wished I was back at Havenbourne; the city of Roses. I entered an alleyway that served as a shortcut to my apartment. My phone buzzed and as I fished into my pocket to retrieve it, I saw something move behind me. Instinctively turning back, I surveyed the area. Wentworth wasn't particularly dangerous but one could never be too careful with dark alleyways. "Who is there?" I demanded. My sense of smell was keen and so was my divine gift. "I know there is someone there and if you don't step out of the shadows, I will kill you."My threat seemed to work nicely. My stalker stepped into the moonlight. The first thing I caught was the color of their eyes. They were the darkest blues implying this was a Nightshade werewolf and that vital piece of information caused me to immediately take a b

LYDIA Tendrils of moist hair blocked my sight as the guard from earlier led me to Alpha Hunter. The doors to a quarter opened and I was greeted by the laugh of a woman being pleasured. I looked before me. In the bed which was draped all over, I could make out two silhouettes. The feminine one had her hands combing through her air while her slender body bounced back and forth. Below her perfect body was the silhouette of a man. His hands were wrapped around the female's body like a tentacle. Moans escaped his lips as the woman continued to bounce. "I'm going to cum." I heard the woman say and it made me cringe physically."Do it, baby. Cum inside of me." The woman retorted, grinding her behind against his stiff member. Was that their dirty talk? With the way my body sang at the act under the sheets, I didn't need any miracle to know who they were. A loud whimper that hinted sexual liberation lunged out of the crevices of their throat and I watched as they both collapsed to the bed,