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

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 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

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

My eyes were riveted on the filthy surface of this platter that seemed to inculcate a feeling of dread in me. Something about it was not right and as much as I tried to pull my eyes away, the stygian potency that hovered about would not let me. ͞ WAYNE’S POV I had made a decision. There was no going back. “Repeat after me, I swear by the Alpha’s cold-blooded body before me…” was Deveron’s shady voice, jolting me back to reality, “…that I will not betray the fire-pall werewolves pack.” “I swear by the Alpha’s cold-blooded body before me, that I will not betray the fire-pall werewolves pack,” my dull response came. I looked up at the crowd when I heard the low murmuring coming from them. I felt the urge to sigh. Were these creatures going to resent me for eternity? This was an initiation for Moon goddess’ sake! “Drink. Now.” I hurriedly brought the rim of the cup to my mouth and guzzled down its content. My face scrunched up a