All Chapters of Blood Oath Of The Alpha : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Want to see a challenge emerge from me?" Derek asked, voice lowered despite the undercurrent pounding in his words. Diva scoffed. "I'm a master at beating challenges." "See if you make it here without taking orders from me," he said, smooth. She knit her brow. "I'm sure that you're going to be beat." Derek laughed loudly and menacingly. He pushed the door open and out, shaking the walls as he closed the door with such force. "Do you want to knock down the door?” "It's me—the maid," replied someone. Diva sighed. "What do you want?" "Alpha Derek has requested to meet with you at breakfast." Her gut knotted. She had hardly had time to acclimate to her new existence and Derek was already summoning her? But to decline was to miss out on food, and she was not going to let hunger win. "I did not invite you to sit," Derek's deep voice growled. Her jaw clenched. "I'm not your prisoner." Derek slowly came around to her, his chilly gray eyes expressionless. "You're a visitor in m

"Diva," Derek growled, his voice trapped between gritted teeth. "Whatever comes after that, don't run." All of her, however, was screaming at her to do the precise opposite of what Derek said. Derek flung himself at the shadow, paws outstretched, and slashed at it. But as he stepped forward to tear the shadow apart, it burst into oblivion—trapping Diva and Derek where they stood. "What would that be?" Diva asked. "I don't know," Derek growled in anger. "Go to your room, and don't even consider going out onto the grounds again," he commanded her. Diva zombie-like stumbled back to her bedroom. The morning following the occurrence down the hallway, Diva awoke to a dangerously quiet mansion. Her body still shook at remembrance of the red glowing eyes and fear that appeared to come from darkness. Derek hadn't said a word to her, not even a sorry, before he was gone for the rest of the night. Bedridden, reality was overwhelming her. Bedridden, in a rogue Alpha that she wa

Diva stood by the window, with her arms tightly crossed over her chest. The room's walls, although impressive and beautiful still felt more like a jail than a refuge to her. She had lost count of the time she’d spent in the mansion since reaching Derek’s home. She was no longer able to distinguish between day and night. In alone, time came together to become a single thing. She gazed down at the lovely courtyard while her fingers gripped the edge of the crimson velvet curtain. Beyond the gates lay a world not her own, inhabited by people who, even before they knew her name, most likely hated her without cause. She was startled by a sound coming from the door. She looked around, expecting to see Derek, but nobody entered. The only sound coming from behind the door was the voice of a guard. “You are not allowed to leave the mission without permission from Alpha Derek” She did not reply. Rather, she walked up to the mirror and examined her reflection. Her lengthy hair was knotte

Derek stood still in the shadow of the stony balcony with his two hands placed at his back and his gaze focused on the courtyard below. His broad shoulders were tense, and his jaw was tightened so hard that it was astonishing he hadn't broken a tooth. He has been there the whole time, positioned behind one of the massive pillars, watching everything. He witnessed the slap. He saw how Diva defended herself. He witnessed the flames in her eyes when she resisted. However, what disturbed him the most was not the confrontation itself. It was that Diva had left the mansion without informing him. Without inquiring of him. She had ventured into a realm beyond his influence, igniting a fierce rage deep within him. He wanted to walked over to her, seize her and pull her back inside where she would be secure. But he remained in his spot, concealed, his feelings churning like a tempest within him. He couldn’t just tell if it was anger or attraction he felt in his chest, or maybe a combina

The mansion's expansive dining hall was made with gold as it screamed wealth. Different kind of silverware adorned the velvet runner, yet amid the opulence, but still there was an unusual tension—an unspoken expectation of something that lingered in the air like the stillness before a tempest. Diva just stood still at the entrance of the dinning, surrounded by two guards at her side. She had been called, not welcomed. Though her gown was simple, her vibrant energy was undeniable this evening—restrained, certainly, but just barely. Dereek was seated at the table's end, holding a goblet filled with dark red wine. His piercing gaze remained fixed on her as she was brought inside. The Alpha aura he exuded enveloped the room, dense and weighty like fog. "Depart from us," he instructed the guards without looking up. They nodded and left quietly. Diva stayed upright. "Come have a seat," he said finally.She obeyed and walked slowly down to the site beside him. For a while, the only soun