Semua Bab Desired by Two Alphas (Wolves of Westfall #1): Bab 51 - Bab 60

His scent hit her first before she fluttered her eyes open. Sasha shot upright when she beheld who is lounging on the chair beside the bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The upper part of it was open to welcome the afternoon breeze. “Alpha Alain is busy. So I am here instead.” “Beta Razel,” her breath was rasped that she thought she was going to panic. The Beta only handed out a cocky grin. “You’re still the same trembling lamb even with that satin dress.” Indeed, her dress was no longer that white shirt and blue pants she was wearing just this morning. Where she was in one of the tents of the Healers as Shiera tended to her wound.Her wound. She immediately darted her gaze from his russet eyes to the wound on her wrist. Still a bit swollen and covered in bandages, but better. “Did you—” she blushed even before she could finish the question. “No. it was Misty who changed your clothes, not me. Alpha Alain wo

The full moon showing her face overhead is like the face of the Moon Goddess monitoring over them. The Judging Night has arrived. Somehow for Ansel, this was important. Even though the Judging Night is only for the Slaves and Omegas who experienced the terror of the Three Days of Torment. Torches came to life, dancing against the shadows of the night like some bright orange stars perched on the ground as it chased away the darkness shrouding them. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous. His sweat began to make its presence despite his stone-faced façade. Giro, who seemed calmer than him, stood on his side. The ever-brute figure who is the right-hand of the Fire Moon Pack Alpha. Judging by the way his hand started to shake, Giro looked more like the Alpha. “Relax,” his male bestfriend simply whispered. “No need to panic.” “But Sasha—” “I told you already,” Giro shot him a look as if to say ‘just fucking calm down’. “Sasha will b

Bitter, cold wind slapped his face, rinsing him from the jealousy that tried to redden his cheeks. He didn’t know and could never guess what—or who—they talked about. But the fact that Alain and his men have been in a close distance with Sasha ever since she has been released, not to mention the fact that Sasha had been brought to Alain’s apartment…it drove him mad. Darkness softly spread in a thin line around him. No, it wasn’t the darkness of the night. It was the darkness of someone else. Alpha Alain.He only knew about Sasha staying—living—in the Shadow Alpha’s apartment when Klea told him minutes before this meeting started. He hasn’t yet confronted Alain about that, but Ansel already knows the answer even if he confronts him now in front of his pack. Somehow, Alain is always one step ahead of him. But not anymore. Ansel scanned the crowd once. Ansel didn’t spy Beta Apollo anywhere near Sasha again—not as the darkness swirled

Porridge and scrambled eggs seem to be a good start for a breakfast from being a Slave to Omega. Sasha just glanced to the sky on her way to the dining hall. Just a glimpse, and she can now tell that even the morning sun promises good weather for the day.The sun had barely crested over the treetops, blanketing the forest floor facing Sasha’s bedroom with streams of liquid gold when Misty knocked on her door that breakfast would be served together with the rest of the Fire Moon Pack—and some of the Shadow Rose Pack, of course.Sasha scooped up her plate from the counter and strode to where Sorrel and her fellow Omegas seated.“Thankfully, the ones who are now in charge of cooking are the ones who are off to bed earlier than us,” Sorrel murmured as she blew a breath on her spoon of porridge.“I bet they also wake up earlier than us as well.”Sorrel snorted, “Obviously,” then thrusted the spoonful of porridge to her hungry mouth.“Where did you get that?” Sasha pointed her chin

Her amber eyes were no longer on fire, but Sasha is sure the beastly flames are just slumbering beneath her skin, within her soul.Thanks to Alpha Alain’s shadowy powers, it helped her push her destructive gift deep on whatever abyss is left of her.Sasha groaned as she tried to wiggle her fingers and curl her toes, making sure she’s back in the apartment in one piece.For whatever reason, her fire never burned her nor left a horrid burning scar. No—it only burned her clothes as if the flame itself wanted her to be naked in front of everybody, especially to the Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack.Silence only sank in her bones—silence and exhaustion. Even when just waking up, Sasha has never felt this tiredness before. It’s as if having power and exhibiting that power made her body and mind and soul become twice as exhausting when she was a Slave.She inhaled a sharp breath as she fluttered her eyes, opening them wider. The smell of her bed and the crackling fireplace tells her enough she