เข้าสู่ระบบLegends of old had been passed throughout the Kingdom of Shaldan. That the great kings of the past, the Alpha of the East had lost his mind and ruined the Kingdom. The Queen, the Luna named Galatea had been murdered by her own mate. Songs about the legend had been made. "Don't go to the forest. Don't go to the east. Don't go near the forest, or you'll face the beast." The villagers knew the song by heart and they knew the reason, though the monsters were only talked about in whispers. In a lullaby. The Eastern Forest was dangerous for it had been neglected, forgotten. The forest was dark. Even the lights from the moon, the stars and thousands of fireflies were not enough to illuminate the sky. Everyone knew that. For how could they forget. A stone had been carved for the purpose of everyone's protection. Sometimes the village young boys and girls dared each other to step to the edge of the meadow, just to see, but none of them actually went beyond the protective bushes at the edge. "Phil, wait for me!" Accashia screamed. Accashia had always felt that her family neglected her. Shunned her. Sometimes her older siblings would even chase her through the meadow for fun. It was easier to catch her, which meant it was easier to beat her up and tie her to the big oak tree. The only difference is when they left her that night and came back during daybreak, Accashia was gone. "Find her! Mom's going to kill us if she finds out!” Little did they know that she was picked up by someone who's silver hair glows under the moonlight. A Survivor from the East. A young man named Calleb. WARNING! CONTAINS BEASTIALITY
ดูเพิ่มเติม"Five years of waiting, and the candles are already burning down to nothing."
I stare at the dining table, the steam dying off the roasted lamb I spent four hours preparing. It is Micheal’s favorite meal, cooked with the herbs from the pack house garden just the way he likes it. My hands twitch against the fabric of my apron, fingers brushing the plastic stick tucked deep inside the pocket. Two hard blue lines. A positive pregnancy test. A real heir for the Bloodmoon Pack, growing inside me after five long years of empty promises and silent rejection.
The clock on the wall ticks past nine. He is three hours late.
My chest tightens, my wolf clawing at my ribs with a restless, churning anxiety. I pull the test out, staring at the double lines again to make sure my eyes are not playing tricks on me. Five years as his placeholder mate, five years of the pack whispering behind my back that I am barren, that I am not strong enough to sit beside an Alpha. This stick was supposed to change everything tonight.
My phone buzzes on the wood table, light flashing against the dark polish.
I pick it up, expecting a short text from Micheal saying pack business kept him at the border. Instead, it is an video from a blocked number. My thumb hovers over the screen. My heart hammers against my ribs, heavy and sickening. I tap play.
The video is raw, shaky, and crystal clear.
It is our master bedroom on the top floor of the pack house. The dark silk sheets I washed yesterday are tangled around two bodies. Micheal’s broad, tattooed back rises and falls in hard, brutal thrusts. Beneath him, clutching his shoulders with manicured red nails, is Cecelia. She is screaming his name, her back arching off the mattress as he buries himself inside her.
My breath stops in my throat. My vision blackens around the edges.
"No," I whisper to the quiet dining room. "No, this is fake. It has to be fake."
My wolf whines inside my head, sickened by the scent of betrayal vibrating through the video speaker. I do not stay at the table. I do not cry. My legs move on instinct, carrying me out of the dining hall, up the grand stone staircase, down the dimly lit corridor toward our private quarters. Every step feels like walking through deep, freezing water. The plastic test stays clutched tight in my right palm, biting into my skin.
The bedroom door is slightly open, a strip of bright light spilling out onto the floorboards.
I hear the noises before I even reach the threshold. Wet, heavy thudding. Heavy breathing. Female giggles and the sharp metallic click of a phone camera.
I push the door fully open.
The nightmare on my screen is real. Micheal is on top of Cecelia, his powerful shoulders flexing with every violent push inside her body. She groans, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands gripping his hair. Standing by the side of the bed, phone raised high, is Cynthia, recording every single angle with a vicious grin.
In the far corner of the room, holding a glass of dark wine, stands Elizabeth. She takes a sip, her eyes landing on me the second I step into the room.
"Finally the real Luna is here," Elizabeth says, her voice dripping with loud, mocking laughter.
Micheal does not stop. He does not pull out. He does not even try to cover Cecelia up. He keeps thrusting, his dark eyes snapping toward the doorway where I stand paralyzed, my blood running cold as ice. The heat in the room smells like sweat, sex, and foreign slickness.
"You're interrupting," Micheal says flatly. His voice has no shame, no guilt, no warmth. Just cold, absolute power.
My stomach turns over, nausea hitting me like a physical blow. The scent of another female on my mated Alpha makes my wolf want to rip her own skin off. But I do not collapse. I do not fall to my knees or beg him to explain. My spine goes rigid. The pain in my chest sharpens into pure, burning anger.
I reach into my pocket, pulling out the white stick, and step forward into the light of the bedroom. I hold it straight up between us.
"I’m carrying your heir, Alpha," I say, my voice steady, cutting straight through the sickening sounds of the bed.
The entire room freezes.
Cynthia drops her phone an inch, her recording hand going still. Elizabeth lowers her wine glass, her smile instantly dying on her lips. Cecelia’s breath hitches under Micheal’s weight, her hands dropping from his neck.
For one split second, Micheal stops moving. His pupils dilate, his jaw locking tight as he stares at the stick in my hand. His eyes flicker with something sharp, something raw and jagged that looks like pure hesitation. Fear. Real, unvarnished fear flashes across his face as the Alpha bond reacts to the truth in my words.
Then his face hardens into stone.
He pulls out of Cecelia with a brutal, careless movement, ignoring her small gasp. He steps off the bed naked, towering over me, his body covered in sweat and her scent. He lunges forward and snatches the test right out of my fingers.
He squeezes his fingers together. The plastic snaps with a sharp, loud crunch, shattering into small sharp fragments inside his palm. White bits fall to the rug between my feet.
"Then the pup dies with you, placeholder," Micheal says, his voice cold enough to freeze the blood in my veins.
Cecelia sits up against the pillows, pulling the silk sheet over her bare chest, her lips curving up into a slow, triumphant smile.
"Come join us, sister," Cecelia says softly, her eyes flashing with pure malice. "Or leave. Your choice."
I do not look at her. I stare straight into Micheal’s dark eyes, locking onto the fading remnant of terror I saw beneath his mask, burning every single detail of this room into my memory.
Accashia must have fallen asleep while the two Alpha’s were interrogating the old Shaman. She sits up straight and there's a blanket across her body until her chest. She pulled the covers up, bringing it up to her face. The young woman inhaled, smiling wide right after. It smells like her mate, warm wood and a hint of musk. Calleb’s scent reminded her of sunrise. It smells a little like her too. Accashia was not the type of person who always wakes up on the right side of the bed. Before, she’ll wake up with Luther’s face right in front of hers. Her older brother would always taunt her. Tease her, borderline torment her. Somehow she wishes he could erase it. The memories. "Why the long face?" Calleb appeared out of nowhere, shocking Accashia. Her soul almost left her body, and became a bit grumpy because of it. “Calleb!” She whined, screaming his name as she did. “You know that I startle easily! Don’t sneak up on me like an animal!” The Alpha grinned. “I am an animal though.” He wa
"Ive heard Galathea saying she heard the song of songs, whisper of whisps. But not a cry of a child." The King stared at Accashia’s ghostly pale face. The Luna was still in shock. She was only wearing a thin bathrobe, contrasting the dark thick cotton robe that enveloped Calleb’s body. "A shrill cry. A woman singing an eerie lullaby. I’ve heard of that before. But not from a newborn child —” He looked at his son, then smiled. “None, except from you, son. The day you were born.” "Maybe we should have the Castle blessed?" Calleb had asked. "Before being rebuilt, this place was heavily guarded by Shadows. Dangerous skeleton-like creatures who are brought back to life by Ursula’s power. They carry an ember of soul in their chest. Lost souls." Bathal shuddered in the memory. "I remember. Maybe the Castle needs to be blessed." "It’s not a soul." Accashia opposed. A frown on her face, disliking how the two Alpha’s are dismissing what she heard. "I know a soul when I feel one, see one. When
"I’m not hallucinating, Calleb! I heard a loud cry of a child!" Accashia paced back and forth after pushing Calleb away from her. The cry of the newborn sounded terrible against her ears. “I must find the baby — it could be lost, or worse — it might’ve been abandoned by its parents!” The Alpha sighed as he pinched the area between his brows. It feels like he’s wiggling out of a tightrope and he’s bound from his wrist down to his ankles. “Maybe it’s just your imagination, Accashia. You’re carrying my child after all. It may be the cause of your hallucinations.” Accashia was heading towards the door when Calleb’s spoke. She spun and marched towards her mate. By the looks of it, the young lady was deeply offended. “I know the sound of a crying child when I hear one, Calleb. I’m the one who took care of Jill when she was a newborn. I’m familiar with the cry of a wailing child looking for his mother — Calleb.” “And I’m not dismissing your judgments, Accashia.” Was Calleb’s calm reply. T
What it all boils down to is a simple thing. Human beings, creatures and beasts alike are all sentimental beings. Filled with empathy. Love and affection. And in turn, are always seeking for it. The first time Luntian laid eyes on her sister was after Amihan had just given birth to her. The little one had a head full of black hair, and had this blank stare. Ursula would cry from dusk till dawn. It was thousands of years ago, but her sister’s shrill cry would still resound in her nightmare. The idea of having a sibling was one of the things she wished for in life, though at times she wished her mother would shove the thing back to where it came from. Luntian loved Ursula, but there was something about her that she didn't like. She doesn’t like the crooked smile on her lips. The oddly long nails. The dark, dark cowl on her head. And the odd paint on her face. She was a yellow Shaman, but did not act like one. Not even a little. Had it been the way she talked or the things she said? O
“So your name is Accashia.” Luntian asked as she poured in a generous amount of stew on the bowl that Accashia was holding. “What a pretty name. The meaning of your name fits you as well.” Steam rose from the bowl, and because she’s starving the young lady did not mind the heat and took a sip. She
Morning came and Phil rushed to wake his brothers, their mother and father will be home soon from their journey. He shook them until they moaned and groaned. “What?” Luther groaned, then glared at the brawny teen. “Accashia. Mom and Dad will be home soon.” That sentence alone from Phil was enough
Confused, scared and disheartened, Accashia tried to push away. The young woman kicked and tried to wiggle away from the beast but then a heavy, fury body of the beast stood over her, making her breath hitch. The beasts’ paws were larger than her hands. And she tried to fight off the shivering and
Legends of old had been passed throughout the Kingdom of Shaldan. That the great kings of the past, the Alpha of the East had lost his mind and ruined the Kingdom. The Queen, the Luna named Galathea had been murdered by her own mate. Songs about the legend had been made. "Don't go to the forest. D






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