Rejected by the Alpha

I must have been a menace in my past life for the moon goddess to attach such an ill fate to me. The Alpha is on the dance floor with the Beta’s daughter, hands on her ass. I watch as one of his hands snakes underneath her dress and she crumples into his embrace. My blood boils. Alarms go off in my head and I could feel heat rush to my face. No. It can’t be—this feeling, this bond. If gazes could kill, that bimbo would already be dead. I stare on with lowered gaze, I don’t dare raise my head for fear that I might get hit by one of the guards. I watch as his hands move in motion between her hips and she lets out an audible moan, her manicured fingers squeezing his suit-clad shoulders. I can’t take it anymore, and against all logic, and the potential possibility of death. I scream. “Mate!” I clap a hand over my mouth, but it’s too late. The tray in my hands crashes to the floor, wine spilling everywhere. The entire hall goes still. Gasps ripple through the crowd as every

The offering

IVORY’S POV A week has passed since I saw the Alpha last. But the pain came every night that I wonder if what he does is on purpose. I groan as I sit upright, careful not lay much of my weight on my stomach that is covered in dark purple painful bruises. I don’t heal fast, omegas lack that ability. I had only been given food twice since I’ve been locked up. Three pieces of bread and bone broth on both occasions. It’s a miracle I’m still alive. The cell door opens and I scurry towards it expecting my next meal but instead I’m picked up roughly and I try to thrash but I’m held in place by both guards. “The Alpha requested we bring you to him.” The guard at my right shakes me violently before holding my chin tightly forcing me to look at him. “He must really hate that you are his, because what’s out there I don’t guarantee you’ll come back alive.” The last part causes my blood to run cold. ********************************************************* I am taken through the pack

The hybrid king

IVORY’S POV I feel something cool press against my temple and I moan, leaning further into it. “Are you awake?” The voice asks and I nod. I quickly shoot up into a sitting position and I regret it immediately as I begin to see stars. “Relax, if you move too fast you might pass out again.” I nod, waiting for my vision to clear before looking at the owner of the voice. I gasp as I struggle to kneel in the large vehicle, careful not to ruin the expensive looking leather seats. It’s the man the Alpha referred to as highness. “Uhm, I… I’m sorry.” Silence. Two hands drop to waist and I am hoist up into his arms, I gasp but I dare not move. My body already hurts from previous beatings. I shut my eyes tight enough that I begin to see patterns. The man holding me let’s put a sigh. “Open your eyes mi rosa, I won’t hurt you.” Somehow I believe him, I open my eyes and his knuckles come into view. It held a faint tinge of blood. “Look at me.” He lifts my head up by my chin and my

A familiar soul

LUCIEN’S POV My body is shaking, rage and murder oozing out of my body. “Let’s destroy them all.” Both Lupus and Draven’s voice merge and fills my head, their fury added to mine. I make for the main entrance and call for my car, I’m about to enter but a hand stops me. I Grab at it throwing the person that owns across the courtyard. Aiden straightens up and runs towards me in a blur but I knock him down again effortlessly. Vampire strength dulls compared to that of an hybrid’s. “Don’t try to stop me Aiden.” I warn sternly. But he does not listen nonetheless, wedging himself between me and the entrance of the car. “My lord, if you go back there and destroy her pack. She may never forgive you and you’ll just increase the level of fear she has for you.” He grunts. “And we just compensated the families of the two guards you killed from her pack not long ago.” That made me stop, I take a step back and rake a hand through my hair. “Did you see what they did to her!? She’s

The broken flower

The past few decades, Selene has tried so desperately to ensnare my attention, weaving schemes with the patience of a spider. But fortunately, my wolf had no intentions of wanting to lay with her again, not after what she did. The memory of it still curdles my blood, a cold fury that even sixty-three years hasn’t thawed. She tried to forcefully conceive my child by drugging me with vervain during what I had foolishly believed was a moment of short pleasure. A calculated, desperate ploy to bind me to her forever. Fortunately, the poison only affected most of my vampire side, leaving the wolf in me lucid, disgusted, and utterly repulsed. “Get off my table, Selene, and cover up yourself.” My voice is a blade of ice, but it might as well be a dull spoon for all the effect it has. She remains in her provocative position, though the practiced, seductive smile on her face falters, cracking the mask of confidence she always wears. A heavy sigh escapes me, a sound that carries the weight

Let me heal

He moves to sit by my bed again, his massive presence shrinking as he tries to appear smaller, less threatening. His piercing eyes, which I’d heard could compel armies to kneel, look at anywhere but me, flitting to the window, the floor, his own hands. He’s nervous. The King is nervous.Then, he slowly reaches for my hand. It’s not a snatch, but a careful, telegraphed movement, a question asked without words. Still, my body’s memory betrays me. I flinch away so hard I nearly pull a muscle in my side, my hand disappearing under the blanket. I can’t help it. A reaching hand has never meant comfort; it’s always the prelude to a grip of iron, a yank of the hair, a restraint while other pains were inflicted.“You’re safe with me, Ivory.” His words are a vow, soft and solemn. Yeah, right, I think, the cynicism a cold shield around my battered heart. That’s not what the stories of what you have done say. The rivers of blood, the entire covens decimated for a slight. That’s the King I kno