Ch 1 Viktor Vaughn or ‘V.V’ as the others called him, to Kathleen Kennedy he was just Mr Viktor—the father of her babies. She looked down at her pregnant belly and then at the sweet old woman in the train, “Come again?” “How far along are you?” She asked again. Kathleen sighed deeply, before flashing a smile, ‘Eight months. I’m Eight months gone.”(EIGHT MONTHS AGO…) ‘VAUGHN INDUSTRIES.’ Kathleen couldn’t help but be ecstatic, as she looked alive at the company’s name on the 40-storey building in front of her. It was her first day of work as Viktor Vaughn’s secretary, her first day and she was more excited than terrified of the billionaire who had an infamous reputation. He was a tyrant. A ruthless ego maniac who solely thinks of his employees as mindless robots, words from her colleagues after she was introduced to them by HR yesterday. Still, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to climb the corporate ladder. Today she was his secretary, tom
Chapter Three The Blood Moon King. It made no sense. The Blood Moon King was a myth, he was a tyrant who has lived for over 500 years. He was a monster according to tales of old, an immortal being who brought nothing but destruction onto the world. There was no way he was the one, the one told in the books. The King of all Kings, the Alpha over all Alphas, the Lycan, a being of hybrid nature—The King of all the Alphas, the one who conquered the blood moon. I took a step back, shaking my head vigorously, “No….no it’s not possible— “What isn’t possible my Ano— “Stop that!!!” I cried out, “You’re not real! You’re a myth!” “Myth?” He snickered, a wicked one as he took a step closer, I took two steps away from him. He turned to father who groaned from the temple door, in which he was hurled at. “Leave him alone!” I said defiantly, knowing I was basically powerless against him and did what I knew best, my voice cracked now, “Please..” He
Chapter Five I woke up to a room in the dark. It was grand, with glittering silver tiles that gleamed under the moon’s rays. There were two couches, velvet and in shade of sapphire. A large wooden chest, carved with intricate markings of some ancient lore I wasn’t sure off. My head felt woozy as I turned around to a large four-post bed, with a large purple blanket sheet over it, a plethora of soft pillows which my head laid on and a beautiful headboard with the same markings as the chest drawer. Where was I? The question troubled me greatly as I placed a hand over my head. The last thing I remembered was my wedding, and my father being wounded, and—- A door opened, a faint light from the outside shone in the room and I quickly yelped into a corner. I grabbed onto the nightlight, a beautiful candleholder which could source as a powerful weapon if I used it correctly. “You’re finally awake.” I heard a female voice. Soft, pure. I stepped out of the shadows
Chapter Nineteen—The Moonlight Festival(5) I knocked gently on the door. No response. Bastard. Taking a deep breath. I knocked again. This time I heard a grunt. I took the initiative, to hell be damned, and opened the door gently. It creaked, an unnecessary noise which made me feel the dread in my bones. There my mate was, standing by the window with his shirt off again. I gulped hard at the wonderful sight. I might hate the bastard more than anything, but the Moon goddess had sure blessed him with beautiful genes. “I didn’t say you could come in.” He grunted again. I rolled my eyes, unwilling to get into another spat, we were both in sour moods enough, “Here,” I murmured, “It’s dinner.” “Get that filth out of my sight.” He replied. I took a deep breath, “Eat it or not. It’s not my problem. Your uncle wants you to.” “Well I don’t.” He said again, his voice was icy this time, “The last thing I want is you enchanting me any further.”
Chapter Twenty-One—A Painful Ridicule(2) **ANNA** Clad in worn leather pants and a male’s shirt, with my faded fighting boots, I made my way to the sinkhole in the middle of the worlds. I also called it my happy place. It was where the other Omegas like myself tend to hang out and practice, polishing our already damned skills. I spotted Kaleb and the others from afar and quickened my pace to join them, they also spotted me and instead of the warm and usual welcome…all I got were looks of surprise, and somewhat envy? “Hey there stranger.” I smiled at Kaleb before punching him hard on the ribs, a usual playful routine between the both of us. He laughed, instead of his usual punching back he just laughed. I noticed the other eyes staring at me, all seven of them. I know the look, I was about to be ostracized from the only group I know accepting of me. The mere thought alone scared me. “Is everyone— “We are surprised that’s all.” Kaleb cut me off abruptly,
Chapter Nineteen—The Moonlight Festival(5) I knocked gently on the door. No response. Bastard. Taking a deep breath. I knocked again. This time I heard a grunt. I took the initiative, to hell be damned, and opened the door gently. It creaked, an unnecessary noise which made me feel the dread in my bones. There my mate was, standing by the window with his shirt off again. I gulped hard at the wonderful sight. I might hate the bastard more than anything, but the Moon goddess had sure blessed him with beautiful genes. “I didn’t say you could come in.” He grunted again. I rolled my eyes, unwilling to get into another spat, we were both in sour moods enough, “Here,” I murmured, “It’s dinner.” “Get that filth out of my sight.” He replied. I took a deep breath, “Eat it or not. It’s not my problem. Your uncle wants you to.” “Well I don’t.” He said again, his voice was icy this time, “The last thing I want is you enchanting me any further.”