LOGIN“Alpha!”
He snapped his head back to see his Beta waving a red piece of cloth at him behind thick fumes of smoke. Fuck! His eyes darted around in time to catch a snipper stationed at the far end of a building. Double fuck! He hissed, bending forward as he clutched his groin. This human the moon goddess had cursed him with might actually be the end of him. Before he could say Jack, she already had the cold muzzle of her gun pinned to the side of his head. [Their reinforcements have arrived and we are outnumbered. We need to get out of here quick!] His Beta’s voice boomed in his head through the mind link but he kept his eyes trained on the human in front of him. “This is for invading my space.” She snarled before hitting his head with the butt of the gun, earning a slight groan from him. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” He countered as he straightened, forcing her to look up at him. Barking out a wry laugh, she glared hard at him. “I would be begging on my knees if I were you.” He let out a dry chuckle before calmly looking into her eyes. “Is that what you want, human?” She held her gun tighter at the change in his voice, her fingers suddenly trembling at the trigger. “Do you desperately want to see me begging on my knees?” He asked, walking closer to the muzzle of her gun. Her throat bobbed and her neck burned red without her permission. Why did she suddenly have a feeling that they were talking about two different things all together? Extending his hand towards her, he tilted his head to the side. “Come with me and you'll be the only person I kneel to.” “Wh…what?” She spluttered at the rate her heart beat quickened. Her palms suddenly grew sweaty. What was all the nonsense she was feeling? [Alpha! Duck!] At that, he dived into her, rolling them to the side and under the protection of a rock as rain of bullets tore through the ground he was standing on seconds ago. “What are…” “Shhh!” He hissed, cupping her lips. When he felt the familiar coldness of a muzzle pressed against his stomach, a wry smile tugged at his lips as his hand slid off her face. “What? Even after saving your life, you aren't grateful?” “You should be grateful you got a few extra minutes to breathe.” She hissed in return, her heart pounding hard against her ribcage from being extra close to him even as the bullets continued to rain down around them. “You still want to be loyal to the people who won't waste a breath in finishing you off to get me?” He had a brow raised as he asked. She let her lip pull up in a semblance of a smirk, “as long as they get you.” A muscle feathered in his jaw as his green eyes turned cold. Her eyes turned equally cold as they glared at themselves. Without wasting a single breath, he grabbed her chin. She pushed the muzzle deeper into his taut belly without hesitation, ignoring whatever tingles she felt and daring him to do anything out of the ordinary. “You belong to me!” He pronounced, his eyes looking into hers one at a time. She spat into his face, making him flinch from the impact before smiling. “I'd rather get my throat slit than belong to the enemy of my people.” She fired back at him, the hand holding the gun shaky from tension. “Is that so?” He let off a smirk as he leaned in dangerously closer to her lips. “You are already cornered by my comrades.” She commented with a tinge of pride. “Or not?” He tilted his head to the side, his smirk turning into a crazed smile on seeing the look of pride slowly die off her face. “What do you m…” He leaned in at that moment and sealed her lips shut with a kiss, his hand still holding her jaw as his lips moved against hers. Ignoring the metallic tang of blood from him, she let out a moan, her body tightening even as she melted against him. This shouldn't be happening! She could feel her brain mushing up. The sounds of bullets continued raining into the ground and already dead bodies blurred out of her view, leaving a loud ringing in her ears. This shouldn't be happening! Her closing eyes snapped open and she did the only thing her brain could think of at that moment. She pulled the trigger right into his belly.Her vision was hazy at first, the ceiling above her blurring into the rough image of the sea. She blinked, her heart starting to beat like crazy in her ribcage.“Damon?”She coughed, her voice coming out harsher than it should.Closing her eyes, she drew in a deep breath before opening them again, this time wider. She wasn't crazy. Who paints a vivid image of the sea on the ceiling right above the bed!? She didn't like this. She definitely didn't like this. “Damon?” She called again, her eyes moving to scan the room. Wait…She blinked. She had never blinked this much in her life and what was her life about by the way? Who was this Damon she kept calling? She cleared her throat, pulling herself up into her sitting position. “Did I commit a crime or something?” “Why the hell am I locked up in an empty room with just a bed and a weird vivid painting of the sea?” “WHO IS OUT THERE?” She screamed, her breath turning shallow, her eyes darting around the corners of the room in qui
He realized too late that she was faking it the moment he was on the hallway to her room. The way she clung to his neck, her cheeks flushed as she moaned in ‘pain’, the lids of her tightly shut eyes consistently fluttering. He considered letting her drop to the floor, his chest filled with anger. A maid appeared from the shadows in time to push the door to her room open.He stepped in hastily, not paying attention to the state of the room, or wondering why it was nearly pitch black in there. “My tummy hurts.” She cried a moment before he gently laid her on the bed. She still clung to his neck, not letting go as she sniffled. “Please stay…hmmm?” Her voice was barely audible even though she was now talking directly into his ear. “I can't.” He tried to pry her hands off him but her grip was stronger. Something felt significantly wrong…“But you said you like me.” She sniffled even harder, irritating his nerves.He folded his lips in. “Your stomach is hurting dear. This isn't wha
He jerked awake with a gasp, his hand on his chest. Blinking, his eyes roamed around his room before he fell back into the bed to focus on the large painting of his wolf on the ceiling. The risk he took yesterday trickled back into his mind. He had almost killed Finn and himself in trying to cast the soul transference spell. Madame Comfort had warned him against leaving his room for the day but how could he not? When his mate was locked in with 14 strangers. 14 strangers! He jumped from the bed, slightly staggering backwards when he felt like he heart was about to be torn into two halves. He needed to go see Quinn, he staggered into the bathroom, took a quick shower, threw on a casual T-shirt and shorts and hurried out of the room. On pushing through the barrier he set on the double doors to his quarters, his eyes fixated themselves ahead of him only for him to flinch when a cold hand tapped his arm. On turning with wide eyes, ready to attack, he let out a string of curses ben
He felt his heart boiling with rage. She wasn't supposed to be sane at all, when did this happen? He could see clearly through her acts and from the corner of his eyes, he knew Finn had fallen for it, the way he was rubbing his feet against the floor. “How is Finn your brother?” He asked with a stretch of his lips, the smile not reaching his eyes. She looked up at him and in 3 seconds, she opened her mouth wide. He was horrified for a moment, thinking she was about to scream only for her to clap her hand over her mouth as tears began streaming down her face. “Finn knows I am not lying.” “I…” “Well, Finn isn't here to say that.” He cut them off, giving Finn a side eye. Just then the door got pushed open and Madam Comfort walked in, stopping in her tracks on the sight of Finn's supposed sister on the floor. “How sure are you that Finn is related to you?” “It is a long story but I am a hundred percent sure.” She responded as she got up to her feet, her eyes moving from him to
“You don't have to do this now.” Damon said in a subdued voice, his eyes following their movement around the coven. “I absolutely have to do this now.” they responded, their wringing hands moving faster. He turned towards Madam Comfort but she only had eyes for the body now laid straight and bare on the altar. He swallowed before turning to face Finn's naked body. The body was almost healed with the exception of some parts, his eyes caught the part where Quin had torn off and he blinked back the image.“You're still weak, man, you can't get back into that body now.” “I don't frigging care about whatever weakness, I need to get my body back this moment!” “You could get killed if they have a whiff of what you are about to do, Finn.” Madam Comfort warned in a low and measured tone. Finn sighed, and flicked the long white hair out from his left eyes. Damon watched him with a pained expression on his face, the guy might end up tugging Irene's precious white hair off her scalp.“Wel
Stopping right in front of Madam Comfort’s kneeling body, he hissed beneath his breath. “What was that for?” “You have to trust me, Alpha.” “The more reason not to trust you.” He wanted to yell into her face but bit his tongue, his fists clenching into tight balls and his jaw working. “Why?” From the corner of his eyes, he saw Quinn's body move. “You need to leave now, Alpha.” “Why!?” He insisted, a vein pulsing on his neck, his eyes getting red. “Finn will let you know.” She pressed her chin to her chest, her eyes looking past him to Irene who was probably standing behind him. “Don't make me force the answer out of you Madam…” “Stop this bullshit man, I told you…” He swung his hand just then and narrowly missed Irene's nose. “Don't call my concern for my mate bullshit.” He glared into the widened eyes of Finn or Irene or whoever the fuck was looking back at him. [We are not the only ones in this room, Alpha.] She mindlinked him. “Exactly!” He hissed.“Why the hell do y
A force slammed her back into her seat, her veins thrumming with rushing blood as heat began to rise up her neck.“What the hell do you think you are DOING!?” The sexy guy hissed at her, his eyes reddish and wild. “I…” She opened her mouth to talk but bit back a scream as the body of the man befor
“Stop this madness I beg of you!” Her throat was getting hoarse and her voice rougher as she kept screaming her way down the forest. “You can't do this to me! You simply can't!” Her wide eyes were raw red as she glared at his side profile. Sighing, he turned back to face her and for a moment, she
She felt the air as her body fell forward only to open her eyes to a strange environment and a pair of legs few feet away. Lifting her eyes up the body in front of her, she jerked at the sight of the clam ones staring down at her. Blinking down at the gun still in her hand, her lids widened and s
"Mate!" He growled, grabbing her by the waist as he leaned in to sniff her neck. Her mouth hung open in shock and her eyes bulged as he swiftly dodged a spear sent their way, carrying her along with him, his nose still on her neck. Who was this stranger? And how could he cling onto her this way







