Semua Bab Desired by Two Alphas (Wolves of Westfall #1): Bab 21 - Bab 30

Day one has indeed already started as Sasha only bit her lower lip when her stomach rumbles. ‘I’m hungry…’ But that’s the only thing she can do. Whisper. And hope. And probably close her eyes again for another hour as the sun started its descent into the skies. The tangerine light that bathed the room did not wither her impatient-ness. Yes she’s eager for these freaking three days to pass immediately, but that would also mean that she will be back to her usual routine as a Slave of the Fire Moon Pack. Or probably not. “Isn’t that exciting?” Her brows furrowed at Annika, her fellow Slave that she just had a full conversation at the very moment. Most of the time Annika spent on watching the pig’s pen—and sleeping with them of course since no Slaves have their own quarters, they rarely talk to one another, apart from those tight nods they exchanged when they senses that Cal will whip or torment them again. “Alpha Alain said that we’ll no longer be Sla

Surrounded by the embrace of nature's beauty and its elegance, the dinner party created a memory that would linger in the heart of Ansel Vaughn. That he is partying this night, not just the Beta Ansel every wolf of Fire Moon Pack knew, but as their new Alpha. ‘Alpha Ansel Vaughn.’ He tasted each letter in his tongue, licking his upper lip as he savored the wine. It was a night to be cherished, of course. A night where the world faded away, where all sufferings vanished temporarily. The simple joys of good company, delicious food, and the enchantment of a moonlit forest held sway. Every single thing is a fantasy to him. The moon illuminates high in the sky, casting a beautiful glow over the dense Verdean forest just beside where the Fire Moon Pack resided. “Gentlemen. Ladies…” Alpha Alain, who now recovered from his laughing maniac earlier painted a serious face in front of all the audience. “Ansel, come.” The Shadow Alpha bec

That she is Sasha for sure. But Ansel is already moving, mind-linking Giro to bring Klea. The traitorous bestfriend of Sasha, the reason why she was whipped by Cal on that day. “I’ve already called for my Beta to bring you one, Alpha, and to bring her immediately to you.” Now they are back to being formal. As if that brotherly talk a second ago never lasted for a moment. “It has been one of my greatest joys of the night to be witnessing you finally honoring the old traditions, Alpha Ansel.” “It is my pleasure to be serving you too, Alpha Alain. We’ve been looking forward to you taking interest in one of our women so that the relationship of our packs will be stronger.” “It is already pretty strong, boy.” Ansel’s awkward laugh made them turn away from each other, as if their formalities weren’t enough to let them vomit in the grass. A moment later, Giro brought forth the thrashing Klea, who was barely w

Sasha could no longer recount when was the last time she’d eaten—nor has drank a cup of fresh cool water. She doesn’t even know how many days have passed or was this Alpha Alain’s “Three Days of Torture Challenge” has extended into a week. Or a month. Sasha certainly hopes it’s not. As she forced her eyes to open, eyelashes fluttering like fragile butterfly wings, she stretched her arms as she awakened to the sun’s golden light bathing the cell, thanks to a small square opening that hovered above them.If it is morning or near-twilight, she doesn’t know. All she knows is that the sun is not telling them anything of their fate. And it looks like it was mocking them.Last night—or was it a week ago, she doesn’t know—Sasha heard Klea being dragged by Giro and two other Betas. Her bestfriend shrieking and thrashing like some pig ready to be roasted for a feast. Sasha was spooked by their own Betas’ treatment towards them and doesn’t even know what was h

He watched Klea strode outside of the guest house, where Alain and the rest of the Shadow Rose Wolves are staying. They were just casually staying in the guest house, as if the Shadow Wolves never thought of the Fire Moon Pack attacking them. As if they are never capable of burning them into crisp. But Ansel will only keep these thoughts to himself. All of the Shadow Rose Pack in here have powers. As for the Fire Moon Pack…only two dozen of them are capable of fire magic. And not all of the twenty-four Fire Moon Wolves are capable of summoning a fire storm like him so they are basically in a disadvantage. Alain’s guards did not spot him as he ran across the shade of huge trees, thanks to his fire shield that it managed to mask his scent like the blazing torches on either side of the path. He looked around, his eyes roaming, looking for someone. There she is, the Slave casually walks out of the door of the guest house. Klea’s head remaine