AlruinI had only myself to blame. I had been fooled by the fallacy of a trial. Of course, they were going to find me guilty without any just cause. I tried to remember the words of the man in the cage. I stared at Mojo and then the rest of the men with their weapons and angry looks on their faces, as if they were waiting to prove a point and only too eager to use those weapons. Mojo was definitely not as muscular as the rest of them were. He was somewhat skinny and only had a nasty scar on the side of his neck that I hadn't noticed earlier. I had impulse to choose him at first, becuse he looked like the easiest to defeat, but something didn't seem quite right with that. It felt like a disguise to me, even though the old man in the cave had vehemently told me to choose him. The crowd were still going absolutely bonkers and the six fighters stepped forward, while everyone else formed a large circle around me. I took a deep breath and stared at the sand beneath me. I could already s
MalricI stared at my watch and shut my eyes regretfully, how the hell did I allow that little detail slip?He beckoned to a waitress and then grinned at me, “Alpha Malric, you don’t do very well in disguise.” He remarked.I frowned, “I thought the identities of your clients were not supposed to be revealed.” I said sternly.He nodded, “Correct, they aren’t and they have never been. I just recognized you immediately and this time, it wasn’t the watch,” he replied and whispered something to the waitress that arrived at the table. She nodded and walked away after shooting a nervous glance at me, “let’s just say that some of us have a really good eye for spotting those who have had it easy all their lives.” I smiled, “I didn’t think a tracker would be one to play the victim card.”He took the hoodie off his head, revealing a nasty scar on his cheek to me. He was completely bald, with a dagger shaped tattoo on his mountain-built neck. His nose was like a hawk’s beak and his cold, beady e
LyraEverything was coming together.I knew that I would get Draven pretty easily, even though he loved to play the hard to get card. He stood at the center of his room, his hand stroking the scattered beard on his chin. He couldn’t quite process it. In fact, he didn’t want to. I could see him really struggling and a few times, he’d look at me, his eyes bloodshot and stunned. I smiled, still walking around in only my underwear. “Do you remember a little omega called Alruin?” I asked and he just shook, “Oh, of course you wouldn’t, but I do, because from day one, I knew that my competition wasn’t a woman. At first, I thought it was something abstract. Like an obsession for power, the desperation to please his people, but no. I wasn’t wrong either., it wasn’t a woman, but a man. The little, skinny omega who Malric kept secretly in a rented apartment.” I chuckled, “Goddess, you must have seen the shock on my face when I found out Draven.” “I don’t believe you!”I sighed, knowing I sh
AlruinIt wasn't ideal spending a night in a cage meant for dogs, but the people of Mojo Town didn't seem to care. I was their prisoner now and they were going to treat me as such, what I didn't quite understand was—why? The people kept walking by that night and whispering to themselves when they glanced at me. I felt like a spectacle, an object of ridicule for their amusement and I got fed up with it. I grabbed the steel bars of the cage and shook it with as much strength I could muster. “Hey!” I shouted at no one in particular, “let me out of here! Hey!”“You need to relax, boy,” a voice suddenly said, startling me. “You're in Mojo Town, they do things their own way. But I know what they are going to do to you for trespassing.” I frowned when I looked back and saw the man lying in another cage. His bones were sticking out of his flesh and his skin was so pale that it looked like milk. He slowly raised his head and flashed a set of decayed teeth at me. I couldn't help but wonder
LyraDraven rose to his feet suddenly, “I think I better get back to work.”“The walls here might have walls, Draven, but the ones in my room do not. I would like to speak to you privately,” I said and he looked at me sharply. I snatched his gaze and held it firmly, “we’re both thinking the same thing. Don’t ignore the obvious, Draven and there is no better time to talk about it, but now.” He still hesitated, “I have work to do, Lyra.”I planned to meet Lord Sabeleon much later, but I decided to change my plans. “Fine, meet me in my room in thirty minutes.” I said and rose to my feet. “It’s a choice, Draven, but we also have to think about both of our packs. I once asked you if you had someone to confide in when things got a little rough, you still don’t. Our packs depend on the decisions we make today, Draven…and so might the relationship between the both of us.”His eyes flickered with surprise, but I walked out of the room before he could even reply. It was a gamble of his loyalt
LyraMy father told me most things that concerned those beasts and yet, I couldn’t come to terms with it hours later. The story behind it was outrageous! I had to find a way to speak to Lord Sabeleon and make sure that my father wasn’t lying to me. Yes, he wouldn’t make that up, but I didn’t trust my father further than I could throw him when it came to the pack politics of Darkmoon. He didn’t tell me everything there was to know, he said I wasn’t ready for it now, but very soon I would be and when that time came, all I had to do was come back to him. How did he expect me to live with this curiosity? I thought I’d be able to get Malric into his bed that night, probably clear my mind up a bit because for some reason, my body seemed to crave him and him alone that night, but of course, I had been asking for just too much from him. I sighed and headed back to my room that night in a feat of rage. I refused to see Eli, even though I knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to give me the one th