His eyes did not leave me, I was sure he must have suspected who I was as he fixed his gaze on me. There was something about his eyes…they instilled, in me, the same frosty feeling as that of the green-eyed wolf. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I would not cap it. This Fire-pall Tower was so big, lofty, and spacious that it was able to contain the crowd that clustered in and out of it. I made my way along the passage, through the path that all the servants, who passed me, followed. They still did not spare me the long and surprised stares they gave me. I was so sure they were yet to know who I was and were just surprised to see a total stranger freely walking along one of the upper hallways of the Tower without restriction. I turned to the staircase, a groan escaping my lips as I ran my way up the steps, but boy was it so tiring that it got to a point where my speed demented and I had to support myself with the banister. This
The man standing before me now was more of a depleted soul, than the dominant Alpha who once conquered almost the world. This Alpha Gar was nothing like the Alpha Gar I knew. ͞ WAYNE’S POV “What, you think you would just sit around and keep your blunt eyes open to watch events go by in the Tower?” Phyllis' voice imparted such a callous aura that I had a feeling I would cry if I were a child. She leaned on the doorsill and ran her eyes around my room while I blinked blankly at the woman who was apparently careless of my bearing. I turned away as five thick fingers raked through my hair before I found myself pacing the room in no time, yearning for succor. The toil of the morn had left me spent to an extent that I only craved for some time to rest. I was sure that Phyllis might think that it took little or no energy to walk through so many fleets of stairs in a single morning, but to me it was more than draining. However, the indomitab
His howls filled the room as he managed to tug some chains off his limbs and hurled its bearers to the massive wall... He was suddenly calm, his amber and dark red alternately changing eyes piercing into that of the silver-eyed girl whose right hand was stretched forth to him; a hand, which seemed to cast some kind of spell on the Wolf ― a spell that made him silent. ͞ DEVERON’S POV My expression depicted concern as I ignored my elegance and rushed to stand behind the Alpha. He sniffed and looked down, his gaze trying as much to avoid mine; he was indeed in tears. “Now I regret everything,” he began, palming his face as he showed his back to me, the sorry tone of his voice swallowing even his very words. “I should never have done all that,” he muffled into his palm. “I feel the breath in me slowly breaking down to pieces and whisking away as the day goes by― my life is ending sooner and I will be left with guilt for eternity. This is the
I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things this man’s hands could do to me… he was mine… only mine. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- Phyllis appeared in the Laboratory only to find Deveron trapped against the wall by Forrest, who had his fingers clutched around her extended neck. The latter seemed determined to choke the breath out of the older woman who seemed quite relaxed with the situation. Phyllis, on her part, maintained her distance at first, trying to properly understand the meaning of the sight before her. “What is going on?” she asked initially and got no satiable reply, except that Forrest later turned to her with a horridly dark aura swirling about him. Phyllis knew Forrest to be hot tempered, but she had never seen him react in this manner to Deveron,
I pressed my hand upon it, massaging it through his pants... A mischievous smile stretched my lips as the urge to make him moan out invaded me…I got to work, gently zipping down his zipper, not leaving out the part of ghosting my hand over his hard-on as I did that. I felt him shift uncomfortably underneath me and I smiled more. ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV The words stood plainly in the heart of slavery, ‘Do not lead your Master on’. However, I checked and I did not see myself going against that rule. After all, it was literally Wayne who first gave the hint to this whole thing, I only picked up the lines, and he was still my Mate anyway. I surged forward, caring less of the world. With my chin held up, I walked past Wayne and went straight to the field. I looked over my shoulder and realized he was following behind me. A smile flashed across my face as I slowly got myself to the lush field.
I smelt his arousal, a tangy mixture of sour and salt. It was stimulating, causing a burning sensation that churned in my tummy and shot through my head, propelling me to close my eyes and part my lips with a moan as I stroke my Man’s length. I did not care that I was not the one being touched, yet I seemed to feel the pleasure the more…his words still came out as, “You do accept me as yours?” ͞ ! WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV “What is funny?” Wayne queried blatantly, obviously not aware of how humorous his expression was― I snorted, my hand dashing to my mouth to stifle laughter. I was so pushed to ask how he felt as he looked at me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a stutter. Wayne inclined his head to the side, as he must have noticed the way I immediately compressed my lips when the words refused to come out. “H... how―” my voice cracked and I gave a shallow cough
Wayne’s groan almost sounded like a howl as the vibration coursed through his body. While my own orgasm subsided, a feeling of satiation surged through me. ͞ ! WARNING: CHAPTER― SMUT SCENE - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK- ELSPETH’S POV I looked up at Wayne to find his eyes still roaming mine. Somehow, I saw a look of passionate need in them, and I did not really know if they were real, and for me. Just to be sure, I asked, “Are you…” my voice trailed off and I bit my lower lip. I could not help but look down, only taking a sneak peek at my Mate. Wayne cocked his head to the side. “Go on,” he urged. “I was trying to ask if you are now less drunk―,” I paused. “I mean, clear-headed…” Wayne’s eyes narrowed. “― Sober!” I blurted. “That should be the best word,” I murmured. I did not think Wayne even heard it, but the way he rolled his eyes was so noticeable― somewhat rude to me. I looked down once again, my cheeks flushing with emba
I racked my head to remember more of the things that happened, but all my efforts ended up vague and only resulted in a migraine. ͞ PHYLLIS’ POV I watched as the witch healer stooped to round off the last step of changing the bandages on Mother’s unhealed injury. My eyes were also fixated on her when she rose and turned to me, her countenance sullen. I folded my arms and cocked my head to the side, “What is it?” The witch healer shook her head, coming to the table, which I leaned on, to grab the hand towel. “I am so sorry, Ace, but due to the Oak oath taken by witches before the merge, wounds created by a Wolf have been immune to our magic and also cannot heal quickly,” the witch said as she wiped her hands with the towel. “So what are you intending to say, the wound cannot heal for a long time?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. The witch nodded a reply. “It is deep, but not so severe. It will