Desired by Two Alphas (Wolves of Westfall #1) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Eighteen Years Ago…In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally. The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making. But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles. “This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled. “Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Swann...” Celine Amberr’s voice is rough and dry. Her former bestfriend then gave her a mirthless grin. “You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.” Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila could’ve choked Celine to the earth if it wasn’t for Alpha Jonas’ guards, their bodies are huge and hard. “This is a celebration, Sheila. Don’t make any scene. You’re lucky you a

It was raining hard. But Sheila Steele kept pushing. She screamed and cried and pushed again. The sound of rain going along with her broken shrieking voice. The rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning made her childbirth more difficult to carry on. Alain, Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack that consists of the wolves who can manipulate the shadows and summon darkness, was on her side. Gripping her hand as if she was his wife—his Luna, his moon. A Beta of his entered, his black clothes and red umbrella made Alain blink. “The pack is worried about you, Alpha. You know this woman’s child is the blood of the Fire Moon Alpha.” “I know…” Alain murmured. “And I don’t care.” Alain just stared at his Beta’s incredulous look, whose lips are pursed and eyes gleaming in shock. “There are far more females in our pack that are willing to be your Luna.” His Beta pointed to Sheila. “This is not even your mate!” “SHE, Razel.” Al

Alain, kneeling by the Verdean Forest’s soil, stared incredulously at the dead and mangled bodies of the Fire Moon Pack’s Alpha and Luna. Dismembered and torn apart, stabbed and cut piece by piece. They are unrecognizable if not for their scent. Alain shook his head, unbelievable that one’s own pack members can do that to their leader. ‘That’s why you should always treat your fellow wolves properly,’ Orlon, his fierce and unyielding wolf, muttered. “Go and summon Katharine,” said Alain to Apollo. “Tell her we have two lifeless sacrifices for today.” Razel watched as Apollo vanished beyond the shade of huge trees. Apollo was once from the Fire Moon Pack, banished by the Alpha that came before Alpha Jonas for discovering that his Luna was in love with Apollo. “Take away all their clothes.”Alain gazed at the dead bodies of the Alpha and Luna, both reeking of a foul smell that one wished to never breathe again. “Burn their appare

“You—bitch!” Apollo managed to stop Sasha’s hand mid-air, incapacitating her to the ground. The letter opener, its tip so sharp, fell to the ground with a mighty thud beside Sasha’s face where it almost cut her cheek. “Enough, Apollo.” Alain held his hand with unimaginable strength. “You know our deal.” ‘Our deal is to hold the Fire Moon Pack in our palms and take Sasha as my bride so that Sheila’s Unbreakable Oath will be lifted…’ The Shadow Rose Alpha mind-linked with Beta Apollo. The latter took a step back and strode for the door without looking back at them again. “You are just like Cal,” Sasha panted and slowly rose from the floor, gasping for breath. “A Shadow Wolf will never be my Alpha.” “For now.” Alain lifted his chin. “I understand your mixed emotions. Anger. Confusion—” he smirked before muttering the last word. “Happiness.” Sasha gasped at the final emotion Alain mentioned. It’s true actu

One by one, the Slaves and Omegas disappear to the dungeons below. They were silent like lambs being escorted by their shepherd back to their cage. And it includes Sasha, of course. He walked briskly towards them, fast and subtle when a hand shot at his left shoulder. Heavy and intimidating. “We should talk, Ansel.” Ansel growled with burning fury and flaming rage and sizzling anger. He could kill him by what he did to Sasha. He could whip him like how Cal used to do to him. But he remained calm, blocking his emotions from clouding his judgment. “So brave of you to call me candidly by my first name, Alpha.” Alpha. The title tastes sour in his tongue. No, not sour. Bitter. But Alain ignored his statement. Instead, he urged him to follow him beyond the tall green grasses. Fresh blood trickled in his leg when he shifted to face Alain. The grasses were still sharp like a hunter’s blade after all. “What is it?” “Cal is dead now.”