“You have a way with words, Alpha. So much for the most infamous Alain Irons,” Sasha cooed.She flashed him a wide grin before continuing, “When you’re wearing your mask as a ruthless Alpha who commands shadows as if they were your pets.”“Shadows are my pets,” he simply shrugged. “They are for every Shadow Rose member.”She lay there beneath him, staring up at where he now knelt on the floor, rubbing his hands over his face as if chasing away the sleep that threatened to disturb them.“Aren’t your Betas looking for you now?”Alain’s throat bobbed. “They’re probably banging each other now.”She huffed a laugh. “For real?” He nodded.Her traitorous eyes indeed dared to look lower than his chest—but her attention snagged on the crescent moon scar on his wrist. Pale yet looking fresh. She suppose it is the mark of the Unbreakable Oath. Sasha never saw a scar—mark—of an Unbreakable Oath up-close before. But this…a shiver slithered down her spine. The scar looked beautiful—but brutal, som

The darkness rippled around Ansel, slowly clearing away to the face of a woman.Her scent was woven in his body as she carefully checked the pulse on his wrist. “You’re stable,” the woman muttered under her breath. Beautiful. She’s beautiful.“Sasha?” he groaned as he tried to ease himself into a sitting position.A masculine chuckle interrupted their conversation. “I suppose Razel’s poison gave you more illusion than pain.” Brief silence, then Giro continued. “Those two are messing with you. Razel was not lying that his blood can kill but…he made sure the poison he gave you would do nothing more but induce stomach ache.”“And headache,” the woman added. That woman, Ansel just realized, was the Lead Healer and Giro’s sister. Shiera Starr. “I could have punched those two cronies when they dropped you here in my sister’s clinic.”Shiera mirrored her brother’s smile. “But you weren’t conscious to the point that I thought you were dead.”“Am I though?” A careful question.This time, the

She woke up to the blinding afternoon sun streaming through the bone-white lace curtains, her sleepy face filled with shadowy shapes from it.She blinked, steadying her vision, telling herself where she was. ‘I am in my new apartment, bought by Alpha Alain for me…’She sat at the edge of her bed, rubbing her eyes. Afternoon, it’s afternoon. And no, she’s not in the dungeons.A few moments later, Sasha Forster stood and found herself sitting in a low-backed chair before her room’s roaring fireplace, savoring the feel of her own hands brushing her messy hair. She nearly purred at the feel of her thin fingers along her own scalp and cannot even recall when was the last time she brushed her hair. She already rang the bell that would summon that female Beta and was waiting for her as Sasha carefully braided her hair. To be honest, she doesn’t even know when was the last time she braided or combed. She even doubted if she still knew how to braid exactly.A knock interrupted her musing an

The fire just stared back at her, the crackling flames dancing in her eyes.It tried to cheer her up with its warm embrace, and failed.The small table beside the cushion she was lounging at holds a cup of her now-cold tea. She didn’t even bother looking at the drink or bothering to drink it at all.The drink, albeit the fact that it's herbal and made by one of the High Priestess who is also a Healer from the Night Storm Pack, wouldn’t do anything to help her at all. She wouldn’t even so much as hope it will heal the deeper wounds inside her. Deeper than any wound or stab or scratch. The wounds of her soul perhaps will linger there far longer than she knew or bothered to know. It probably will forever be in her soul that even if she was gifted an eternity by the Moon Goddess, it would never heal—Sasha shook her head. She’s just overreacting. It’s done now. It’s gone. Those three days…she’s no longer in the dungeons. She’s now resting in an expensive chair in an expensive bedroom loca

A morning breeze, light and cool, floated through the open windows, ruffling her hair and drying the cold sweat on her. The bright cloudless sky beckoned outside, the sun smiling like a mother smiling down at her daughter.“Thank the Moon Goddess you’re awake, Sasha.”She loosened a breath before lifting her face to the Healer. Shiera Starr, she realized. Beta Giro’s sister.Her eyes darted from the Healer down to her own body.Sasha’s eyes widened when she beheld her right wrist down to her palm. The white cloth wrapped around it still held stains of blood.“So that was never a dream…”“Apparently it’s not.” Shiera touched Sasha’s forehead, her hand warm and gentle. “Luckily, the female Shadow Rose Wolf managed to bring you here in time. She found you bloody on your bed in your apartment. She found this,” she jerked her chin to the table beside her, where the black shard of that vase had been broken into tiny more pieces.“I was dreaming,” Sasha swallowed, her voice rasped. “I think