Ares. I laid on the bed, puffing out smoke from my lips when the girl closed the door behind her. She smiled at me seductively but I could sense her nervousness as she walked towards me. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail and she brought her hand swiftly to it drawing back the string that held it together so it fell in waves over her shoulder. Suddenly, a different black hair swiping past violet eyes filled with tears flashed in my head and I looked away from her, grabbing the bottle of Martini from the bed stand. "I didn't know you would ever pick me, Alpha." She muttered, coming closer to the bed to draw my attention. "I needed a distraction tonight. And you caught my attention." I answered, pinning her with a black stare as she blushed, her pale cheeks staining red. "I'm honored. And I'll please you well, my Alpha." She said and I nodded absentmindedly. She took that as a response as she reached for her blouse. It was a dark leather crop top with zip at its front

Alora. As I sat there, my head wrapped around Ares' palm with fingers caressing my cheeks, his other hand wrapped around my waist and his lips locked with mine. I was speechless. It was like my mind had run blank, my thoughts vanished into nothingness, every fear I had felt earlier dissolved, dispersing into the wind and leaving me emotionless. Ares' lips ran over mine and I finally started to realize what was happening. Ares was kissing me! The Alpha of The Blood Moon Pack, Ares Delgado, Jax's number one enemy, was kissing me! I was too stunned to pull away. To shocked to blink, I could taste the alcohol in his lips and the softness of those pink lips against mine. I had expected someone like Ares to be rough, but his lips on mine were gentle as if wanting to taste every part of them. Every part of me stood at alert and as much as I didn't want to react to the kiss, I could feel a heat growing inside of me, steadily and almost unnoticeable. And just as Ares had placed

Ares. I unlocked the door, taking out the key from the keyhole as I pushed the door opened. It was evening so the setting sun casted bright orange rays of light into the room, making it almost magical as my room was mostly dark and uninviting. I scented Alora immediately and I turned my gaze to where she was shackled to my bed. Her violet eyes were fixed on me, fear filled them and I suddenly grew tired of the scared aura that radiated off her. Her legs were pulled to her chest shielding some part of her body from me, I ran my eyes down the scars on her hands as they were lifted above her head chained to my bed in a discomforting way. Her black hair looks greasy and I suddenly felt the urge to see them glow once more when she washed them. There were eye bags underneath her violet eyes, leaving dark circles around them. She said nothing as I walked into the room, closing the door behind me and taking a step towards her. Her fear intensified, almost choking me and I saw how emba

Alora. I couldn't fall asleep, even when my body ached and I felt tired to my very core. Maybe it was because I felt very dirty, made and clammy with sweat and even cold. Ares was already asleep, from the sound of his steady breathing and it's only been maybe an hour or so, I stared at the bedside clock, unable to detect the time, I looked away. It was still very dark outside, the moon shone into the room, it was almost full and I couldn't feel excited about it. The full moon was the most exciting time for a werewolf because they felt power, strength and the cord that tied them to the moon goddess. Most days I spent my time thinking about what it felt like to have a powerful being tied to you. What was it like to feel the bond of the moon goddess and the strength of the moon she had bestowed on her people? The ability to shape shift, taking a new form of a wolf, powerful, fast and beautiful. I had seen many colors of my pack wolf, my father's fur was brown while my mother's

Alora. My ears rang as my cheeks stung from the Aiden smack against it. My mind went blank as my head swerved to the right at the contact. The slap had echoed in the kitchen, freezing everyone in their spot as soft gasps escaped their lips. "What the hell Camilla?!" I heard Carmen yell, as she finally caught up with her sister who was still glaring at me. "It's all her fault!" Camilla yelled. I felt her hand on my shoulder as she forced my eyes to meet hers. My shoulder stung in irritation at her touch but not as much as my cheeks did, so I raised my hand to it, ribbing it softly and trying to recall how I had managed to anger Camilla. What had I done to deserve this? I thought, my eyes tearing up immediately. I had been locked up in Ares' room for three nights in a row. And the only time I had spoken to the girls was on the second day of my arrival. How could a one time moment cause Camilla so much anger that she would slap me? Camilla's blue eyes sparkled with so much