I'm going to be raped!Alaric brought his head down to the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent pleasurably while I quivered with fear. Who do I call for help? Since Hendrix shared his blood, I was already part of the pack but a shifter with no beast cannot access the pack link. He or she can only receive messages but never send them. If I send an SOS… no, the main problem was that I couldn't access the link, Zinnia was asleep and even if she wasn't, Alaric would sense her immediately.Does that matter more in this situation? Yes, more than anything else."You are mine," he whispered with authority before placing small kisses all over my neck. To be more precise, all around my sensitive spot.Somehow, the pleasure managed to slip past the dread, leaving me in a state between horror and pleasure. Still, I needed to do something, anything to save myself. "Alaric," I sobbed, "you're hurting me," that went right over his head and the next minute, I was yelping as I fell back on the bed, hi
The agonising ticking of my wall clock echoed in the room but the sound of my beating heart tortured me more. I hated that sound the most. I despised the air that went into my body and came out. I hated the sun for being so meek. It should have burnt me to a crisp. My heart should have stopped already but it was revived.I slowly and grudgingly opened my eyes, meeting the white ceiling and the warm pink lights. I hated how warm it was. I hated everything. "He's awake! He's okay!" I turned my head sideways and looked at the person shrieking. It was easy to conclude that the person was Brie.Brie gingerly lifted my head and sat down, placing my head on top of her thighs. "Hey, how do you feel?" She asked softly."Why am I still breathing?" I heard her heart skip but that wasn't my problem. I remember waking up an hour after they knocked me out and fed myself with different kinds of toxins. How was I still unharmed? "Who saved me?" I barked."Hendrix, calm down—""Calm down?" I laughed,
Sapphire stepped forward but Manchester who was standing behind her placed a hand on her shoulder, making her halt her steps. Sapphire looked over her shoulder and smiled assuredly, a smile that made my heart skip. Manchester let her go with a smile of his own and a nod, then she turned her head around and started striding towards me, fearlessly.I stared at her with an expression of panic and fear, my heart thumping violently in my chest. Isn't she angry with me? Isn't she supposed to be scared? Why is she coming closer to the man that almost raped her? Why don't I smell fear or negative emotions from her? Why is she worried about me?Sapphire swung the pillow and whacked my head with it. A loud bong resonated in my head as the pillow… no, the man-killer made contact with my head. The sound echoed in the room as well, along with the sound of my skull cracking. The world toppled over its axis and spun vertiginously, and bile rose up my throat."Wow, do it again! Do it again!" Cooper c
The eight-year-old sat by the lake, staring into the clear blue water absentmindedly. In her eyes, her reflection was that of her wolf, staring back with so much sadness. It was a day after her mother told her that if she does find her mate, she should reject him; twenty-four hours after learning the reasons why she must avoid her mate at all costs. They were sad."I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a mate, Zinnia, we'd be lonely like Mother is," she said sadly, sniffing at the end of her lament. Her wolf rolled her eyes around."But even if she is alone, she did meet your father and he was her mate. Although she will never share the memory of him with us, she still has wonderful memories to brighten her day. I see her sit and smile, staring at the ring on her finger. She knows how the mate bond feels, she knows how it feels to be in love and have someone put you before anyone else. Why does she want to take that away from us?""Zinnia, Mother is trying to protect us, c
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.The sound of her whip cutting through the air resonated in the empty forest. She had a blindfold over her eyes so she could rely on her hearing sense instead. Her mind was occupied as she practised using the silver whip coated in wolfsbane with silver spikes and a scorpion tail tip. Her movement was like a dance, following the rhythm of the forest and her heartbeat. If only her thoughts were as serene as the training.Sapphire sighed and lowered her hand as the training came to an end. She pushed the blindfold up her head and blinked a couple of times to adjust her eyes to the brightness of the day. Once her eyes adjusted, she wrapped up the whip and pinned it to her belt, then stretched on her toes, looking up at the clear blue sky.She smiled as she saw some birds flying away like a happy flock and she couldn't help but wish for that freedom. ‘What's so special about being meat? Scrawny meat?’ Her wolf's voice echoed in her head, breaking the serenity of the
A stab from a friend cuts deeper than a stab from a foe. – Amit Kalantri____Betrayal, an emotion I hadn't felt before. I never felt it because I was never close to anyone to suffer that painful emotion. I didn't have any family members except my mother and she loved me more than herself. I unconsciously never gave room for betrayal and I didn't know it would hurt so much. It's true what they say, with love comes a lot of pain in different kinds of ways.It's certain that I didn't know how to deal with new emotions. The ache in my chest is caused by the tightness in my heart. The burning sensation spread across my chest and heated my stomach and for some reason, I thought the stir in my stomach felt like boiling acid. The unusual reaction of my inside left a lump in my throat and made my windpipe beg for full liberty to air.Memories of the times Zinnia vowed to make sure she accepts our mate returned to my head. It was obvious she tampered with my memories and temporarily shut them
I stayed silent for three days trying to decide. I spent twelve years working on my survival skills, twelve years doing nothing but trying to survive and now, I had to give that life up. Either way, my life would be taken because even if I tried to run, Hendrix would find me. There is nowhere I can run from the world's strongest alpha. His pack might not be the largest but they were considered the strongest and if he asks for the other packs to find me, I would be found.Now, there are three ways it'd turn out. He would chase me because I'm his runaway mate, unaware of why I ran. Or he'd figure out what I am and chase me for that reason. He could easily tell everyone that I was cursed and others would be on the hunt for me. You'll think that the other alphas would take the opportunity to capture me so Hendrix's pack would be destroyed, but you are wrong. The moment the curse is activated, I become a walking epidemic. No one would be safe from me.At the same time, while the disaster i
The fire crackled as it burnt fiercely in the chimney. He didn't need the heat of the fireplace to warm himself. The cold did not bother him. The curtains fluttered as the wind continued to play and the window shuttered lightly. The breeze was particularly disturbing but he couldn't be too bothered by it, not now.He flipped through the pages of the folder in his hands, staring at it with confusion and surprise. The grey large tufted wingback armchair he sat on almost swallowed his body, but he managed to remain sophisticated despite the appearance of his body in the huge chair. His full attention was on the folder and one could tell he was not just confused by what he was seeing, but also in disbelief and curiosity.He looked up from the folder when he felt someone else walk into the room. It was his father's study and no one except the two of them were allowed inside without permission. He didn't need to see that it was his father who entered to know, he knew but looked up anyway to