"Papa!" Elora screamed watching as her father flew halfway across the room, breaking the table in the living room as he landed on it with a crash.Bernard Belany, propped himself up on one arm bleeding profusely through his nose, shattered by their Alpha Rasmus’ punch, and sent comforting looks their way even though he was obviously in pain.He coughed. "Stay back, Baby. Stay with Mama." "Ah! You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, Bernard." Alpha Rasmus smiled, uttering his words slowly as if to inflict more pain with them."You can't do this. He's your Beta. Res…respect. Respect him." Elora's Mother stuttered, her face shining in dawn's moonlight as its rays hit the tears that were streaming down her cheeks."Beta?” He asked incredulously, “He lost that the moment he chose slaves over his own pack!" With the last word, he kicked her father's belly, sending him sprawling further across the room's floor."What is my crime, Rasmus?" Bernard groaned, guarding his belly from
ROMERumours spread fast in Bale and most times, these rumours had the truth hidden deeply in them, although, it would take careful dissection to uncover these truths. This was no news to citizens of Bale, especially not to the King of the Bale, so when he heard from the footmen that there was an uproar at the southern borders, he wasted no time rushing there. The trouble on the southern borders had taken days to deal with but unlike the rumours, it was hardly an uproar. The Blackfoot’s seemed to have honour for the King of Bale but really, this king was one who abolished the slave rule so they had no choice but to. If not for him, they would still be fighting a lost battle with the slave masters. They thought it important to inform the king of others rumours which they swore were true; that slaves were still being kept and sold illegally.Who dared go against the king's decree?All these issues could be sorted out some other day. This one was special to the King. He smiled as he ta
ELORAThe entire length and breadth of the manor was full of young werewolves. I had known about the house party days ago. I had also known it would be the worst experience I've had in days.Now standing in the middle of the Manor grounds, I knew it would be worse than I had envisaged and my belly twisted with disgust.Each female that arrived looked at me with scorn. Their eyes didn't hide the fact that they despised me. And for what? Many of them didn't even know why they were to hate me. But they did all the same.Alpha Rasmus had spread lies about my father, so that even people who weren't part of the plot thought my Father was really a traitor.Someday, I would show them.Someday, they would know they all made a terrible mistake. "Her Father's daughter!" One of them mocked as she passed me. She shuffled past me. Her corset must be really tight cutting off the air that was supposed to go to her brain. I smiled. That would have been a good come back, but I stayed mute. I knew too
ELORAMy face stung as I staggered even more. I blamed myself for not expecting the slap. Ethan lashed out again, and again.Left cheek, right cheek, left again. I fell backwards, my vision went blank for a moment.He didn't stop. He picked me up from the floor and threw me across the room, causing my ribcage to collide with the table that was at the center of the room. I yelped unable to help myself. It hurt that I was weak. How was I supposed to protect my family I was terrible at protecting myself form a mere idiot? My hands began to tremble from the pain as blood rushed to my head. I placed a hand on my side and struggled to stand up. "You fucking bitch!" Ethan said walking over to me. By now all the attention in the room was on us. He walked to me and picked me by the hair, examining my bleeding face. Then he pouted like he cared."Oh, no! Did I hurt my mate?" he said with mock concern, his right thumb running across my bleeding lips. I closed my eyes, this time expecting the
Alma walked into the room. Elegant, bright. I wondered how she could fake her radiant smile. She couldn't hide her fear. It shone through her eyes. I knew how to smell fear after living with it for weeks.If circumstances had been different, Alma could easily pass for a noble. She didn't look like most of their women did. She had seen many moons and revolutions, no doubt. She must have been fifty years of age— but she looked nothing like it. Her face didn't sag, her legs were straight and firm, and her boobs, and butt didn't need any adjusting to gain attention. Alma was sweet and kind, and so beautiful for her age. I knew that this was a problem. They would pick on her soon.She walked into the room in her kitchen whites, holding a tray of lamb. She moved to set it on the table, and clear the clothes that had covered the table.With precise and deliberate motion, Alma set the tray to a side of the table. Next she packed all the clothes on it and set it aside, dropping them on one of
ELORAI opened my eyes in the carriage and sat up. My hands and feet were in chains. My sister, Olivia and our twin siblings were sitting by my side. My heart ached for them. I was deeply sorry that they had to go through this. Thankfully, they were not in chains. I pulled them in for a quick hug. "Are you okay?""Yes, Ellie," they chorused. "Is Mama going to be okay?" Olivia asked, speaking for all of them.My heart sank as I couldn't meet their gaze. What was I to say? I reached out to wipe the tear sliding down Olivia's face but it was a futile attempt as I was chained to the carriage. She wiped it off herself. I could see the fear in the eyes of my siblings and the marks of dried tears. They had wept until they couldn't weep anymore. That had been our life since our Father had been labelled a traitor. I couldn't cry anymore, my rear glands had been blocked with numbness. I knew I had to be strong for them, I had to feel something for their sake but there was something being a s
"Rasmus sent you?" The Lycan asked. He was now among other Lycan-sized men in black. They seemed to be his guards.As the slave masters pushed me towards the Lycan, I stumbled and fell, landing on my side. "Mr Kain. This one will suit your demand. She used to be a noble but she's a bit feisty."Mr Kain walked forward and picked me up from the ground with one hand, setting me on my feet. He examined my face and smiled slyly."Is she untouched?" He asked."She is, Sir." Everything in me hated this, hated being talked about like a piece of bread or clothing for sale. My heart burned with the desire to just take a knife and stab them.The slave master continued, "I can check, and show you." I remembered hearing about slaves being fingered, prodded and penetrated randomly to prove their virginity. I knew I had to do something quickly. I stiffened. I turned to my left and saw Olivia, Brian and Bennett."No. There'll be no need. I want her intact." He smiled, his eyes twinkled yet they se
ROME"Slavers?" Teriel asked. It was no news to that some Alphas were slavers but he didn't expect to see victims. "From Alkarod, you say?" The king stood steady watching the older female shield the others behind her in fear or caution. Her hair was shiny and long and the cool night breeze blew the silky strands over her face. She seemed almost mystic, like one of the goddesses painted on the castle. Rome couldn't help but feel drawn to her in that moment. Her eyes were amber and they stood out even in the night as the lamps cast a glow on them. "Yes, Sir. From Alkarod," she replied.Her eyes seemed to glow and the king blinked.Had he imagined it?From behind her, the younger female spoke up."There were some Lyca…"And the older one hushed her by turning back and glaring at her. He could see them breathing raggedly and they had some leaves from the bushes sticking out of their hair.Rome walked towards her with his arms outstretched, hoping that would prove that I had no ill inten