Miatta Lucas dropped into a crouch, bones snapping and rearranging within him. His shifting phase looked painful yet intriguing, drawing attention to the spectacle. Thick sheaves of hair grew out on his neck and back and he howled long into the night. It caused shivers down my spinal column as I marveled at his animalistic beauty. Suddenly, he leapt off the ground, somersaulted in mid-air and landed gracefully on all fours. His clothes were in shreds at his feet and I stood in quiet adoration. His wolf had ink-black, almost oily fur, covering him from his head to his powerful paws. He sniffed at something in the air and turned his head towards me in expectation. His eyes were darker and mystic, compelling me to do anything he asked. In either form, he was a sight to behold and I was proud he was mine, all mine. As shifters, our eyes represented the colour of our fur. The eyes were the window to the soul and our animals were our soul. Without them, one was condemned to a unfulfilled
Miatta By the time I returned to the path, I was exhausted from running all the way. My lungs were screaming at me for exercising that hard and I had to stop myself twice from falling on my face. I was still far from the secret passage and I pushed on, using my honed abilities anywhere the moonlight could not reveal to me. My conscience stabbed at me with every step I took and I starved it by thinking less of what I had done and more on what I was about to do. I would be home sooner than I ever anticipated since arriving at Red Bone Pack and I wasn't going to let my nosy, star-stricken wolf ruin it for me. Suddenly, I heard a mild rustling of leaves from somewhere behind me and I froze in place. My mind raced to conclusion that perhaps Lucas had not been sleeping after all and had trailed behind me. I gulped through a tight throat and held my breath, crouching into a squat. Whoever it was, I was determined not to be discovered. The footsteps drew closer and I peeped from where I was
Miatta “You can't be serious, Miatta! You want to turn back now? Think about what you are about to do!” Ramona admonished at the top of her voice. I pulled her into the shadows and slapped my palm onto her mouth. “Unless you want to be caught and dragged back to that land of bondage, I suggest you lower your tone and listen to me!” She swallowed twice, her eyes damp and became calm. When I was sure she would not break down in tears, I lifted my palm off her lips and gave her my back. I couldn't explain the feeling I was having but I just couldn't leave Red Bone Pack. My heart was there, lying asleep in the woods while my body was planning on leaving. It just didn't seem right. “Once I get you over the mountains, you will go on without me. Don't look back, don't think about this land, about Addy or me. I will be fine. Stick to the shadows and when it is dawn, run as fast as your legs can carry you. You are a wolf and you can easily find your way once you channel your senses in the
“I can't believe you chose Lucas over your freedom, Miatta,” Addy kept saying over and over again after I had sent Ryker away. The pesky bodyguard had seen me on my back from the path and had suggested that I came with him. “No,” I had said to him, not taking more than a minute to make up my mind. “The festivities are over and he no longer has a reason to keep me cooped up in his room. It will be best for all if I returned to the slave room where I belong.” He was not convinced by my act of martyrdom but knowing Ryker, I was confident that he would not force me to do anything I didn't want to. He respected me not just as his master’s mate but as a person. He waited to see if I would change my mind but instead, I walked around him and continued on the route I had earlier set out. Lucas would not be pleased with him but I tried not to think about how Lucas was feeling. Bringing my roaming thoughts to the present, I saw disappointment boldly written on Addy’s face. I was disappointed
Lucas I watched her sleep though it had not been induced of her own accord. Ryker had shortened her breath and brought her to me in my room. At first, when I saw her, I thought she was dead because of how limp she laid in his big arms. However, after he explained the lengths he had to go to ensure he returned with her, I took her from him and placed her where she belonged; beside me in my bed. Since then, sleep deserted me, rendering me a guard over her. I threaded her hair between my fingers, combing gently and letting the soft tresses slide away. Her scent was light as she was unconscious but once she was awake, it would fill the air with its mouthwatering vanilla aroma. Her clothes were dirty from wherever she had been, dry clumps of dirt gluing to various areas of the dress. It was ruined for sure and eventually, I had to take them off her to prevent her from developing a rash. Undressing her came with its own difficulties. She would sigh occasionally in a sensual manner and my
Ava's POV My name is Ava Dark, the only daughter of the Alpha, Sean Dark. Ohh sorry.. I am wrong to call myself his daughter. I am not. I stopped being his daughter right from the day I was born. My dad had rejected and disowned me right from birth. Why? He believed I killed his mate. But, is that true? No, but they all believed I was a wicked monster because my mom died while giving birth to me. Not only did she die, but my twin brother, who should be the next heir, couldn't make it out either, because the cramp and severe bleeding after I was born took away my mother's life, and she went limp after crying so bitterly and struggling with her last breath. My mother died with my twin brother halfway out. That was what I was told. My birth brought sadness and pain. It spread cries of agony across all the corners of the pack, turning everyone gloomy and heartbroken. I was the right definition of a curse to everyone, as my mother, the Luna, was loved by everyone for her unique st
"Are you looking for your favorite pearl bracelet?" Aurora's voice suddenly broke in, and my brows furrowed with a shudder of fright rushing through me. I instantly knew something was wrong somewhere upon hearing her ask that question. If there was another person besides my father whom I dreaded so much, that would be Aurora. Although she was brought into the pack as an Omega, there was something about her that sends chills down my spine each time her eyes locked with mine. She hates me so much that all she did was to find a way to make my father hit me. Her loathing towards me seemed to be different from others, and just as everyone hated and despised me for what my birth caused, she seemed to hate me for something else, which I don't know about. The rage that blazes in her eyes whenever she glare at me just appears so terrifying that I would always look away or find a way to leave her presence. She could be in her late thirties and I heard she was brought here a year before me. S
My flesh tore open with blood oozing and pouring out profusely, drowning me in a heart wrenching pain that can't be explained with words. My left hand was bloody as I clutched the cut with it, breathing heavily with no strength to scream. I could only gasp for air, staring into the eyes of the devil I had as a father. His eyes were still cold with no trace of pity. "Don't you know you deserve more than this?" He bellowed as he stood upright since he had been crouching all this time. I heard his question, but it was faint in my ears as I began to lose consciousness from loss of blood. The agony blasting through me on seeing my father attack me with a knife was the most horrific sight, and now even as I bled profusely, there was no care. He really wants me dead. Everything was vanishing from my eyes; every sound was faint. "Where is my bracelet? You won't still talk or should I stab your heart?" He threatened with his teeth gnashing while I stared without saying a word. My lips pre