The House of Mortem; North of the RealmKazamir's POV"Drink up boys. The enemy of Mortem is dead. I killed him with my own hands." Alpha Cassian bragged, standing on a table in the large hall, with a cup of wine in one hand. "This calls for celebration. Make merry, fuck to your fill, and drink till you can walk no more."The men cheered him on, clinking their cups happily. I sat with Drustian at one end of the long mahogany table, uninterested. Cassian might have stabbed him with Endor, but I'd only believe Orvyn is truly dead, if he'd severed his head from his body and brought it to me as solid proof.Orvyn was no match for me. I had more men in his army than he could command. Talking about power, I had more tricks than mere claws and fangs could comprehend. I was a god, not just a werewolf. However, he cannot be underestimated. He's a skillful Alpha, no doubt. With the right number, he'd come barking down my castle walls."What's the matter, Sire," Drustian asked from my left. "Y

Cassian's POVFuck! Her creamy cunt was deliciously captivating. A snarl crawled up to the base of my tongue, producing a low growl. I inched closer, grabbing my stiff cock with one hand, gliding it over her slick slit.She wriggled under the action, fluttering her knees wildly. With the other hand, I thumbed over her erect clit, and peeped the head of my cock into her vagina. She dug her nails into the thighs of the whore bashing her face with her pussy. The whore bounced her ass over her face, pinching and robbing her brown nipples with her fingers."Stop teasing me, Alpha," she muttered. "Dip your cock into my pussy. I want it, please."Slowly, I lunged the cock into her pussy. Her walls were not as tight as Regina's, but they were wet enough to take my pulsing length. I bent backward, eyeing the wetness of her pussy. More cream coated my cock with each tepid thrust, and my head suddenly became heavy as lead. "Fuck!" I shook my head. "You're so ready for me." I was only halfway

The House of Vagamor; South of the RealmOlive's POVI couldn't stop blaming myself for what happened to Orvyn. It's a miracle he's alive. Usually, during a battle of immortals, decapitation was the best method to certify death. It's a good thing Conrad got to him earlier before Alpha Cassian could finish him off. I paced about the well-furnished room that used to be my prison, which had now been transformed into my quarters. Under Orvyn's command, the drapes had been changed to a golden kashmir material. A bigger and more comfortable bed replaced the old cranky bed that had seen better days. A quilt overlaid the new bed with sunflower patterns woven into it. The paints were changed into a golden brown, which blended with the dark brown rug on the floor. An arm-length white oaken table replaced the old swinging stool. Four chairs were tucked under the table at every wing. I'd wanted just two chairs, since I was the only one in the room- for now. But Orvyn had insisted on decorating t

Olive's POVI drew in a long breath, staring at the stone ceiling. Every nerve endings, every cell, every inch of life in me came alive. My wolf paced about restlessly, increasing my heart rate by a pound. I'd waited long for this day to come, and now that it was here, I was uncertain of what to do.A groping turmoil lacerated my calmness. The ecstacy of what to expect from him left me at the edge of the unknown. Whatever he'd do to me, I had no choice than to trust him. He's not Alpha Cassian. He's not my father. He'd rather hurt himself than push me off the ledge without him. "Trust me, Princess," I pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, fanning my wet folds with his warm breath. "I'm going to make it feel like the first time. He hurt you, but I won't."Catching me unaware, I felt a tingling sensation across the inside of my folds. The heavens and the realm passed away. Pleasure dominated fear, and all I could mutter, fisting the blankets with intensity was, "I trust you." "Tha

Kazamir's POVOne glance at the note, and I knew it was forged. That was not Elean's handwriting. It is either his cover had been blown, or perhaps, he'd join hands with Orvyn. I cannot be fooled. A century and a decade alive had taught me better than letting little pointers go unchecked. "This is not from Elean. The indentations of his handwriting has been altered. Something must have happened to him." I said to the scouts that brought me the note.A couple of weeks later, my enforcers met me in my chamber to have a closed door meeting with me. I let Drustian skip this one. He was busy training the men at the bailey. The clanging or metal and the charge of frosty exertions frizzled my nerves to no end. Alpha Cassian would think me a big fool, if he thought I wasn't aware of the shadow he planted on my heels. But I have a plan of my own. My improved hearing caught every step of Alphonso's feet, tiptoeing behind us. As we speak, his ears are plastered against the door, sifting what