The busy tourists moving along the roads, and the smell of small ball-shaped rice pancakes. Commonly known as Vitumbua, the smell wanted to break Iyya’s heart, which was already broken.Iyya remembered the last time she had passed through these streets five years ago. When she was smiling the best smile. She wondered if she would ever get close to that smiley face and free spirit again.She knew her way through these streets. Whoever was after her would not have it easy finding her. Because Iyya started to know her way along these roads way too early in her life.She had started to sell rice pancakes Vitumbua to make money at five years old. And with all the life she had lived with her parents, selling Vitumbua made her an expert in all corners of these streets.That’s why the smell of Vitumbua hit her differently. Because it was one of the few memories of her life attached to her mind.Iyya sold Vitumbua, the Swahili name for unique ball-shaped rice pancakes, to make money to help he
“Have you forgotten what Alpha Billnas said? This man tried to rape your mate today. If Alpha Billnas was late for a second, he would have raped her. Do we have to bring him along?”Joshua spoke, looking at the watchman who sat in the lower front of Xendy’s fast jet. Xendy sitting beside Joshua, was lost in thought.He was worried sick about Iyya. Iyya had not stopped crying, nor had she not stopped trying to flee. However, comfortingly, he spoke to her. She was not listening to him or anyone.Joshua’s concern made Xendy turn his mind back to the current situation. He did not like it either that he was bringing the watchman along to America, but he needed the watchman.“Josh…. Without that man’s help, we would not have found Iyya in Zanzibar as we found her that easily. Until now, we would still have been searching all over that island for her with no success.“He was able to relocate her for us in her hiding within a few minutes. Letting his human mind take over helped us a lot in fi
***Two days ago, In America“I can’t kill her. Please, Trajan, you need to stop this.” Grace held on tight to Trajan.And he pushed her off his body, shouting. “GET OUT!”Grace studied her fated mate, Trajan, and wondered why he was too consumed with being Alpha King. It was as if he lived to be just that. He breathed, slept, and walked, only to find a way to be Alpha King and nothing else mattered. This was so unlike any werewolf that ever existed. He is the first person in Grace’s whole life who has met his fated mate, and his fated mate wasn't a priority.Grace worried something was wrong with him because no werewolves could control themselves with a mate attraction, but he did so well even without trying hard.Everything Trajan did to her made her want to die. It was so painful, and she wanted it all to stop. Her wolf always encouraged her to forgive him.Her wolf believed he would come around sometime. “My love…I don’t know yet how to do spells. I love being a werewolf and alt
“A long time ago, all was right with the world. Prosperity and peace filled the days. The four strongest immortal species. “Werewolves, weredragons, witches, and vampires lived amongst each other in peace and harmony. “Great respect was offered to the weredragons and werewolves. Because apart from being able to walk in their human form during the day and night. “They had the power to shapeshift into their counterparts’ wolves and dragons. The weredragons got their power from the sun. “And the werewolves got their power from the moon. The dragons were strongest in daylight. And the wolves got stronger too as the day ended. “Among the four races with predominate power, the witches held a special place. For centuries, the witches were the defenders of humanity. “They kept everyone, including humans, with no superpowers, in check. They uphold ancient vows of non-interference between the two sworn enemies. “The sworn enemies before the beginning of time were and still are were
The tour guide showed Xendy his travel itinerary, which showed the places his agent had suggested visiting. He wanted a forest tour or something like that now. The Zanzibar Land Animal Park (ZALA) was the only thing close to what he wanted. They agreed to start out there. As they got to the main gate, the first scent to hit him was cloves, and he looked for the plant that produced that mouthwatering smell. There was no tree up close and his eyes darted around only to see the caged lizards, snakes, and all other animals on display behind the separation wire. And he let out a frustrated growl which alerted his tour guide. The smell came not from there; what was his wolf thinking? He got out of the taxi and walked in to explore the park and see if he could find a place where he could shift and let his wolf take over. Just when he was ready to cross the ZALA junction and walk into the park, he saw a bird running, trying to flee away. Someone who looked like the leader was commanding
Xendy had searched for his mate all over the world for the last century with no success. On every continent, he paid a visit, and he came out empty. His mate situation had led him to travel to the far end of America. Running away from a tragedy he called life, he did not want to see the look on his pack member's faces when he completely turned human and be stripped of the Alpha title. He failed his pack. And he had come to terms that he would no longer be. He would no longer be there for his pack members to protect them. He failed his people and now Yendy was playing tricks on him. He called a mere bird a peacock, 'Their mate'. Xendy felt sad at the turn of events. How can a bird be his Luna? How could this bird be their partner for life and soulmate? How can this bird that is not human or werewolf or any other supernatural being complete them and make them whole again? Bring their life back from the crutches of death that are now swallowing them bit by bit completely. His endi
After fainting again. Iyya woke up for the second time again. This time she woke up to the sounds of Park Rangers communicating. Not to her expectations and weirdly enough. The animal had not killed her. She was still being held in the same position by the gigantic wolf on its chest. How?! And why?! Animals do not serve their meals. What was the wolf waiting for? Out of instinct, she crouched into a defensive position. Putting up the last fight left in her. Pushing her nails and feathers into the wolf's fur to pinch its skin. She was trying to free herself in the only way she saw how. But it was all useless. The animal didn't budge. It's like it didn't feel pain. She believed her time was up and the wolf would sink its claws and tear her apart any moment now; there was nothing more she could do, so she went limp waiting. But weirdly, the wolf looked at Iyya with a quick eye that warned her of what was happening. Like a human would. She turned her head to scan the area. She wa
At the view of what was happening, Iyya questioned herself about why she was stupid enough to make this choice of siding with a wild animal. Forgetting she was all ready to die a few minutes earlier. Deep in her mind, somewhere and somehow, after she woke up and was still alive, held protectively in the wolf's hands, she had started to trust this wild wolf. Which was weird even for her. She was always scared of wild animals. To be in this scenario made no sense. But nothing made sense in her life, anyway. It was the only rope she could hold on to right now. She still adamantly hesitated in her mind. It was impossible to trust anyone again. She had promised herself not to entertain these kinds of feelings after her stepmom. Being lost in her mind, she almost lost a bit of her balance on the wolf. And reality hit her again. After a bullet almost hit her in the neck. Iyya as usual, involuntarily started to recite her survival words. It was like a ritual to call for help in her head t