Men were carrying Cameron's unconscious body through a gurney and Ophelia was beside them, running along because she feared for his life. This was like the third time they had been through into such a position, except it was way worse. Cameron had never been beaten and injured like this before.Ophelia swallowed hard, not wanting to cry because it would make her seem weak. She wanted to be strong for Cameron because she strongly believed he would survive.It was all over, with most of Alpha Bailey's men dead and a few running off because Ronan and his men had come to join the unexpected war. Ophelia's eyes caught something that made her steps falter and the men who were carrying Cameron's body left her. It was Lewis, who was over the floor next to a few dead bodies and fire. She looked completely exhausted with blood gushing from her stomach and mouth."Lewis!" Ophelia dashed toward her side and gathered her head in her hands. She didn't even know when she did it, because seeing Lew
Six months later…Cameron was tense the entire time he heard Ophelia's screams from her room. She had been in labor for three good hours, and he was starting to feel unsettled the entire time. Pacing to and fro with his hands right behind him and his lips in a thin grim line. He was a powerful man with exceedingly great might, feared and loved by many because he led men to war in the south, past the seven treacherous seas. But there he was, trembling like a culprit who was sentenced to death. And it was all because of his wife.No one had any idea Ophelia would be in labor that day. They had woken up beside each other, had breakfast together, and gone to take a look at the new packhouse that was being built when Ophelia stopped walking and told him her water just broke.She was rushed into a carriage and taken back to the castle, through a gurney because she couldn't walk. The contractions seemed to be coming. Cameron had never seen Ophelia look so scared in his life. And it made him
Ophelia thought the orange evening sun was capable of making expectations come to pass with speedy manifestations, although it wasn't a commonly-held belief. It was her mental acceptance of a claim as truth, contrary to empirical evidence. As a child, her fabricated thoughts were bothersome to her family members because she conversed mostly with her imaginary friends rather than actual people. Letting out a little breathy sigh, she looked away from the window to avert her attention back to finish the last knitting of a toddler's cuddly cap. Fighting against the urge to be sentimental because she yearned to conceive a child. "Irene, will this be befitting for Seb?" Ophelia paused knitting to stretch outward the cap to her maid who was sprawled over the floor, giving her foot gentle assaults. "Yes, my Luna." Irene concurred flippantly. "Bless thy hand for whatever it touches, births unexplainable magic." The corners of Ophelia's lips stretched into a tiny smile as she carried on knit
Ophelia's bad mood turned sour when she saw Finlay hungrily kissing Elodie, his mistress. His large hand cupped the swell of her butt through her skirt as they attacked their mouths like lions. She was used to this. She reminded herself. But why did she always feel pain? The only feeling she shared with Finlay was the mutual feeling of dislike. Aside from that, nothing more. There was no love or affection. Why then did she feel as though her heart was continually getting pierced with closely packed needles? It was because she knew her husband cared for his mistress more than her. She was just there to perform Luna's duties, while Elodie was the woman who had his heart. They literally did everything together. Fought by each other's side because Elodie was masculine and could easily tackle a powerful man. While she, Ophelia was the homely, fragile wife with delicate hands and a weak wolf because she came from the Omega family. Finlay backed Elodie at a wall and did so many unspeakabl
Listen to Paradise - Coldplay The tavern was booming with middle-aged and old folks. Gambling and arm-wrestling, getting drunk from an ale, or telling mythical tales. And the music was pleasant to the ears. Mournful strings from the cello accompanied by a non-stop beat of the drum and blowing of duduk and large horns. Women had their skirts held up as they did foot tap dance with men who wore high-edge boots solely for such entertainment. Cheers rose in the atmosphere when someone jumped on top of a table, shifted into his wolf, raised his fours, and released a loud howl. Ophelia walked around in a brown hooded cloak that hid her long, curly red hair as she refilled the customers' cups with ale. "Over here, woman. Cup's empty and my belly's protruding, but I'm not done drinking." Someone called the attention of Ophelia and as she whirled around to attend to the man, she felt a rough snack on her butt. Her mouth parted in shock because she wasn't expecting that. This place was k
Ophelia thought she probably misheard the boy. Finlay couldn't be alive, could he? Perhaps Hamilton had too much ale to drink and was talking nonsense. But the lad appeared clear-eyed. "My Luna," Hamilton took a step forward to her, while the crowd stared back in wonder. "Maria cannot possibly be the former Luna, could she?" Arthur asked no one in particular. He knew something was fishy about her but never thought she'd come from a place that reeked of wealth and authority. And Ophelia decided it was best she let herself be known. She took the hoodie off, revealing her long red hair, then she proceeded to peel off the fake brows and remove the fake moles. Several gasps boom through the thin walls of the seemingly heated tavern, because realization stroke through them that Ophelia was truly the former Luna over the Crimson Paw pack. "What did you say about my husband, Hamilton?" She asked the boy who gave her a firm head bow as a greeting. "Alpha Finlay isn't dead, my Luna." Hamil
Finlay let guards lead him out of the dungeon like a thief, although he wasn't beaten. They took him as an Impostor but were scared of what he could do because they knew he was an Alpha. Although no one had anything valid proof of not being Alpha Finlay, they just thought of him as an Impostor because no one thought of a man with the same face as the late Alpha, to show up. Finlay was led into the council hall that boomed with hundreds of his pack members. The crowd broke into a collective gasp. This from those who were just seeing him for the first time. There was murmuring from the entourage, Finlay used his ears to pick out statements like; "That's him, he's alive. Alpha Finlay is alive." "Poor man is being bound in chains because they're afraid of what he might do, mostly his half-brother who governs the pack uselessly." "Yes, they don't want him to claim what's rightfully his. But the moon goddess will be the dictator tonight." "I don't care if he's an Impostor or not, he
It was dawn and Finlay hadn't slept a wink ever since he was escorted to the castle with an unconscious Ophelia in his arms. The council of elders denied him of gaining full access to his home because there was still a need for proper interrogation to confirm if he was truly Alpha Finlay. His insensitive half-brother, Cestus was exasperated and ordered the guards to kill him, but the entourage was against this.Outside, the metal door was guarded because he was still under arrest, it even took some pleading before they let him take his wife into the servants' quarters at the castle's premises.Although more than half of his pack members believed he was truly Finlay, the rest were skeptical because the man who was buried a year ago had the same physique as Finlay but was without a head.Still, he knew they would believe him so time later.He was doing just fine already.Finlay remained on the only stool in the room the entire night as he stared at the unconscious frame of his wife. No