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-six—A Monster or A Lover **ASHER** Her words felt like hot coal placed on my skin. “A monster?!!” I asked loudly, “Aurora just wai— “Don’t!” She warned, pointing the stick at me. It was amusing, seeing as it was useless against me, “Don’t come any closer!!” I sighed deeply, it was hard doing this. She already saw my true form, she was terrified of me, the other werewolf escaped and even worse she was in more danger than she realized. It attacked her in the open, not caring if I was there or not, which meant its imprint had moved on to obsession. One which wasn’t good for a human like her. “Please just let me explain,” I tried to beg her to see reason, “It’s not as bad as you— “It’s not as bad as I think?!!” She scoffed loudly, eyes almost wanting to protrude out of her sockets as she pointed her stick at a nonexistence, “You literally turned into a fucking animal!!!” “A werewolf.” I corrected. “Werewolf, demon, a wendigo
Chapter Fifteen—The Pack I could hear her faint murmurs as I ran up the stairs. Her state of breathing had gotten so much worse, and I feared that I might’ve made the wrong decisions bringing her into my home. “Please stay with me.” I whispered, for the first time as an alpha I felt real fear, “Aurora…please stay.” “As….ash…” She drawled. “Yes?” I answered, looking down as I placed her he gently on the bed. Her eyes remained faintly open, her injured head staining the pristine white pillows with it’s bloody self. The guilt ate me alive. This was all my fault. If only I had stayed away that night. Sent her away from monsoon creek and never returned, none of this would’ve happened. It was clear her attacker was a werewolf, one of my pack members if need be but I couldn’t figure it out yet. I shook my head vigorously as it throbbed from the aftereffects of wolfsbane. What was a werewolf doing with something like that?? She moan
Chapter Twenty-four—The Alpha’s Identity “What do I get in return?” He asked. I shrugged lightly, “I’ll give you the other painting.” “Free?” I hesitated for a moment and then broke a smile, “Yes. I’ll give it— “No,” he shook his head, “How much do you want for it?” I frowned deeply, my sense of pride slowly filing me, “What if I want to sell it for five grand? What will you— “Consider it done.” He said abruptly, “I’ll have a check written by tomorrow.” My eyes widened in disbelief. He really was as rich as I claimed. I gulped hard, my ever prideful self and shook my head, “You can have it. I don’t want your money.” I needed his money. I already quit my job and being an undiscovered artist in such a small town wasn’t enough. Madeline paid me good and with the food scraps I get from the restaurant, I was able to make a living and pay off my parents mortgage on the house. Now I only had my canvas going for myself, his m
Chapter Twenty-Eight—Breaking a bond “How do I break it?” “You can’t” “Surely there must be a way.” “I’m sorry but there isn’t.” “So you’re saying there’s no way I can sever the bond between me and the alpha??” Mrs Ackerman shook her head in disappointment, “I’m sorry dear but there isn’t”, then she paused for a moment, “Unless…” My eyes pried even more open, a glimmer of hope found its way back, “Unless what?” She sighed and then placed a hand over me, “You’ll have to kill the Alpha. Only then can you be free Aurora.”**ASHER**I found it hard to track her scent. The flowers, and the wolfsbane. My eyes still stung from the after effects of the fight with the rogue werewolf. I winced loudly as I made it back to the Blackwood mansion, Reagan and his ever indulging self waiting for me at the brunt of the stairs. I ignored him and turned straight for the living room. My eyes crossed paths with Aurora’s painting again which made me feel even more
Chapter Twenty-six—A Monster or A Lover **ASHER** Her words felt like hot coal placed on my skin. “A monster?!!” I asked loudly, “Aurora just wai— “Don’t!” She warned, pointing the stick at me. It was amusing, seeing as it was useless against me, “Don’t come any closer!!” I sighed deeply, it was hard doing this. She already saw my true form, she was terrified of me, the other werewolf escaped and even worse she was in more danger than she realized. It attacked her in the open, not caring if I was there or not, which meant its imprint had moved on to obsession. One which wasn’t good for a human like her. “Please just let me explain,” I tried to beg her to see reason, “It’s not as bad as you— “It’s not as bad as I think?!!” She scoffed loudly, eyes almost wanting to protrude out of her sockets as she pointed her stick at a nonexistence, “You literally turned into a fucking animal!!!” “A werewolf.” I corrected. “Werewolf, demon, a wendigo