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“I am not wearing a dress,” I said firmly as designers of different fashion houses trooped into the room. They were personal groomers of the Alphas and it was their jobs to make the Alphas’ outfit stand out.
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Sage.“Something does not feel right,” I said as I looked around.“We are surrounded by abominations, Omega,” Sia said behind me. Her voice was filled with mockery. “Of course, everything feels wrong.” she added with disdain. “Why are you talking to me?” I asked in confusion.“Your plans will not work,” she said coldly as she glared at me. “I don’t know why Kieran seems to enamoured with you but he will be yours.”
The Witch.I loved this vicious dance of power. I, an all-powerful witch, naked, strong and currently beating the living daylight out of a drained Sigma werewolf. I knew that Magnus was going to be a hard nut to crack. He was proud, strong and no stranger to pain. he was fuelled by a burning fire of vengeance against the Alphas of Silver Crest.He was the first Rejected. He had bonded with a kind and fair servant but he knew that their bond would only end in her death or him losing his high-ranking position in a ruthless system that preyed on the weak.Magnus had snapped his bonded mate’s neck to save her from a long life of torture and painful death.I followed him slowly as he crawled out of my cottage unto the wet grass. I could feel his rage as he tried to get away from me.“This was long overdue Magnus,” I said as I trailed after him. “The defiance, the arrogance, the disrespect. You always believed that you had lost more than everybody else. It is kind of pathetic.” He push
Sage.“I am not wearing a dress,” I said firmly as designers of different fashion houses trooped into the room. They were personal groomers of the Alphas and it was their jobs to make the Alphas’ outfit stand out.“If you want to attend this Gala with the Alphas, then it is a must you were an elegant ensemble,” X replied firmly as she looked me up and down like I was a commodity. “I am not wearing a dress,” I replied firmly as I looked around the room with utter disdain. Wearing a dress meant that I was one of them. It meant that I was comfortable.
The Witch.The Vines absorbed his power and sweat. I watched him with a bored disinterest as I sipped form my cup. He was no longer struggling against his bondage but the terror in his eyes were as clear as crystal. He dangled helplessly as glared at me with a mixture of fear and defiance.I needed to make him understand that he was not the one in charge. He was merely my tool. He was not the owner, he was the owned. I stood up and went to the sink to rinse my cup before putting it away.I went out through the back door that led to my back yard.The view was spectacular. My cottage was perched at the top of a very high hill, and my back yard gave me a breathtaking view of the whole vast forest filled land.Rooted deeply on the edge of the cliff was an ancient oak tree that towered high, over thirty feet and leaning over like it was going to topple but it stood strong. A naturally made hole was embedded into the tree where I could reach it easily.Inside the hole was a large orb the siz
Kieran.We had lost this battle. The outcome of the war was smeared with uncertainty. The latest blow had been where we had least expected it. We had lost Asher’s father to the supernatural disease of the bond rupture. It had been so sudden and unexpected.I watched as Asher paced apprehensively up and down the room.“You need to get your shit together, Asher,” I said to him. “Pacing back and forth will not do a thing.”“Not only is
Dominic.The haunted feeling crept under my skin as I told Sage my bloody tale. Sage had found a seat somewhere in the room but I preferred standing. I was too restless to seat down. “My family is a deeply ambitious one,” I began. “We fight for everything, position, wealth, power, legacy, it is what truly made us stand out.”“I was raised by warriors, I learned how to fight before I learnt how to walk, so by the time I had grown past being a cub, I had become one of the best and only warriors of the Stone werewolf pack.” I told her. I turned to one of the shelves and glanced at the trophies I had one in the numerous fighting tournaments that I had partaken in. I walked toward it and picked one up. It was a canine trophy covered in real gold. I had sixteen of them and the games were brutal.I had snuck into underground fight clubs to also test my skill against opponents from other packs. I had dominated everyone I came across. It was clear that fighting was in my blood.Then came







