Amarah, with her hands finally not getting bound by that heavy chain, followed behind her captor, staring at his back darkly after he threw another insult at her when she requested to stop since her leg was hurting. She pulled back the chain that he still had tied around her waist and glared at him. With a stubborn look set on her face, she bluntly told him that she will not give him an easy time if he refuses to give in to her request.“Alright! Thirty minutes!” He shouted angrily. "You're wasting precious time. You'd better make sure that you are not doing this as a delaying tactic so that your pack can be able to catch up. I'll put my dagger in your neck right before they can get to you. I'm warning you that, b1tch."She automatically sat on the ground, ignoring his threat, and massaged her legs and her head where he placed some sort of a headband that stuck to her scalp tightly. The moment she would try to make a mind link, an electric shock would follo

Conrad pulled Amarah behind him when the top roof of the pack house of The Rebel Rogues finally came into sight between the tall trees. It has a been a grueling two days for him as the girl continues to be uncooperative, fighting him every way.Added also to his plight that they encountered another two sets of rogue patrollers on his way back to his back. The last one that they encountered made the two of them hide for more than an hour since Amarah’s scent became strong, signifying that her heat was starting. Even if she had the Citrange solution, which he had discovered in her pocket when he knocked her out, a female heat scent will not be concealed.The two rogues were frantically searching for her, and it took Conrad a long while before he could finally pull her into the river. Both were shivering as they were able to surface out in the early evening. It only took Conrad a little since he immediately transformed into Magnus. Amarah was not so fortunate given

Conrad carefully took off the cuff weights around his wrist and sat down and removed also the one he wore around his ankles inside the pack’s sports facility. He reached for his bottled water and towel, took a drink, and patted his face.It’s been two weeks since he was discharged and given a clean bill of health by the Head Healer where he automatically started therapy to regain the strength he loses on his arms and legs due to the Wolfsbane poison that penetrated the main veins.Two weeks of living in The Moonstone Howlers Pack and trying to get the attention of Gabriel Saville. He recalled the conversation he had with Amarah on the day that he finally woke up. After the Healer had checked him and declared that he’s out of danger, he immediately asked her the whereabouts of the man who saved them.“You know my Uncle Gabriel?” Amarah asked in surprise.Conrad, finally sitting on the bed with a pillow on his back as a cushion for his injuries, stared at her, quite surprise for a few m

Clayton opened the door to his house and for a while he saw a vision of Amarah, running towards him with a warm and loving smile on her face and arms stretched open. But the moment, he closed the door, the vision disappeared, and he stood there for a long while, looking around the empty and quiet house.He should have been used to it since he had lived here on his own for the past five years since becoming the alpha of his pack.However, with Amarah entering his life several months ago and having her moved in with him, he was always looking forward to going home every day. If she’s home earlier than him, she would prepare a meal for them, requesting assistance from Ella most of the time since her cooking experience is limited. But he doesn’t mind because he knows that her heart is in the right place.After they would sit down and enjoy their dinner where they would talk about the activities that happened for the day, they would retire to his room where Clayton will make love to her al

Saville,I’m sure that I am the last person that you want to hear from. But I am doing this because Catherine told me something that’s been quite bothering her. If I have a choice, let me tell you that the thought of sending you a correspondence is something that will never ever cross my mind. However, I had grown fond with her as time goes by and had found myself falling in love with her and I will do everything in my power to make her happy.Conrad Langston.He is our second grandchild and our first grandson. He is now seven years old, and Catherine for the past three years had been noting some traits in him that she told me the only person that she can think of who exhibited those traits are you.Both of us could no longer deny it no matter how much I want to turn a blind eye on it.Conrad is a Sigma Wolf.When he turned five years old, Catherine told me that Conrad had somehow developed an independent and self-sufficient nature. That further proved her conclusion right when he wen