Sasha wished she never lied that she was the one who broke the vase. She should have not welcomed Ansel at midnight, eaten his cake and made love with him for the first time.
“Alpha…” Sasha whimpered, bile rising up her throat. She must endure the pain; she is Cal’s property. She has no freedom. She has no right to tell the Alpha to stop.
Above all, her life has never been hers in the first place.
The Alpha can just end her life any second. Sasha is at Cal’s mercy, and she deserved this. All of this. She should have listened to her thoughts yesterday: once a Slave, always a Slave.
Glancing up at Ansel, she smiled at him.Weakly. Giving him a look that says “I told you we can never be together.” She watched as Ansel’s fingers curled at his side, his expression stoic and deadly—the face of a warrior and killer.
She whipped her head behind her, where Cal was laughing devilishly, relishing the tightness of her flesh and the blood that splayed her skin.
Warm and wet drew Sasha back to the present. She is crying, and she has no right to do that. In order to cover up the silent weep she just released, she faked a moan, as if she was enjoying Cal’s monstrosity. “Ahh…” another moan escaped her lips. Then another. She gripped the bloody bed sheets and tried to reach for her clothes.
But Cal was faster, he groped her chest and brought her head lower, his palm was the size of her face. She feigned another moan, and begged the Alpha to go faster.
“See, Ansel?” the Alpha smirked, the devil in a wolf’s clothing. “Sasha will always bend before me. She is mine.”
Giro suddenly appeared beside him, gripping his wrist before he could make a step forward. Cal returned his attention to doing Sasha as Ansel heard the locking of the door.
“Control yourself. You should never let your heart control you.” Sasha heard that, even if Giro’s voice was just above a whisper. Cal seized her hair and turned her to face him. She opened for him, Sasha did not know why she did that.
‘Do you know that an Alpha can control his Slaves?’ Cal grinned, his hands on either side of her head. Sasha’s throat bobbed and realized why there are times like this where she cannot move or run. It’s as if she’s a puppet and Cal’s mind is the strings, pulling her and commanding her to do things against her will.
“Moan, Sasha.” She bit her lip, but Cal’s fingers parted them and she ended up moaning with the Alpha’s powerful thrusts.
“Ansel…” she breathed. And with just a blink, it earned her another set of slaps from Cal. The Alpha wrapped his hands around her neck and hoisted her a bit. Sasha’s neck almost crushed when Cal forced her to gaze at Ansel, who was still guarding the door along with Giro.
“Is Ansel rougher than me or—” Cal unsheathed his claw and it wounded Sasha’s stomach. The Slave shouted in pain rather than ecstacy.
Everyone knew Cal is sadistic, but this is too much.
“Ansel.” She answered with a maleficent grin blooming across her face. This time, Cal threw her to the floor and positioned her body like a wheelbarrow, aligning his groin and entering Sasha’s frail body. “Let’s see, then.”
Cal approached Ansel with Sasha walking with her grazed palm. “Did my performance delight you, Beta Ansel?”
“Of course, Alpha Cal. There is none much evil than the man you are.”
Sasha did not take time to shout when Cal lunged for Ansel’s bare throat. Giro barreled his arms between the two but Cal was stronger, fiercer. “You should be thankful your head is still atop your body, Ansel.”
Ansel’s dark laughter rented the air. “Am I? Perhaps it's you who’s lucky, Alpha.” The way he mockingly uttered Cal’s title sent his smile more lethal. “You are fortunate enough that I did not do what my father did to your late cousin.”
A punch from the wolf demon sent Ansel tumbling to the ground. “Stay away from here, Giro.”
Cal snatched Ansel’s hair and threw him to the bed, where the scent of Sasha’s blood flooded his senses. Giro stood beside the bed frame. “That’s enough, Alpha.”
“Oh no, it isn’t.” Ansel just realized this second that Cal was not going to attack him.
“Ahhh!” It was all Sasha can do as the Alpha of the Fire Moon Pack’s claws tore her thigh’s skin, exposing the foul flesh within.
Ansel wasted no more time. But Giro pinned him to the carpeted floor the moment he climbed down from the four-poster bed. “Sasha!!!”
The room quaked with his thundering voice. Even Cal paused and arched his head at his tear-drenched face. “Pity. I must admit I envy your ‘love’.” His fingers combed her rumpled hair, the other circling the firm shape of her bosom. “But I am not that wicked to take away Sasha from you, too. Decapitating your father and burning his body is enough torture, I guess…” Cal grinned at that, the smile of a heartless idiot. “Sasha and I are just playing. Aren’t we, love?”
Slowly, Ansel’s hand curled into a fist, his knuckles turning white. “Tsk! Tsk! Fighting the father of your pack is disrespectful, son. I’m sure our ancestors won’t be happy with that,” he waved a hand to the bedroom where numerous Alphas have found their solace in this place. “Especially when we are in the place where we spend most of our time.” A bedroom is also an extension of an Alpha’s office. Not just an office, it houses several priceless relics, paintings. Even a pair of fangs of some Alphas that came before Cal are displayed in a glass box near the bright head-to-toe window where the moon can directly shone its light.
“You are no Alpha.” Sasha’s voice may not be that loud, but it was enough for Cal to raised his brows. “Oh?”
“Yes! The likes of you should be bathing in hellfire—no.” Sasha didn’t so much as blink as she continued, “Satan might be threatened by your presence. With the level of wickedness in your heart, you can sit on the blazing hell’s throne and it can look like as if Satan was an amateur.” She burst into a candid laughter with that. Ansel and Giro may have chuckled so soft that only the wind could hear but a smile still split the anxiousness from their face.
Cal stepped on Sasha’s wounded hands and Giro cursed as he, too, heard the crushing of bones. She was just a woman, a Slave. Yet she’s being treated as a toy and animal remorselessly by Cal. Giro, too, curled his fingers beside him and slowly lifted his foot from Ansel’s back—enough to not hurt him but still incapacitate him.
“Break me, Cal.” Sasha stuck out her tongue and gave Cal a middle finger. “That’s the only way you can prove your dominant, but I would like to remind you that you have never been an Alpha—”
He reached for the back of her neck and shoved it to the length of his.
Sasha pulled out a minute after, Cal’s juice still dripping from her lips. Giro gave her a tight nod.
“You will never be an Alpha, Cal.” Cal punched her to the throat before he realized what Sasha has done, a huge gardening shears she found under the bed within her fingers.
Sasha still smiled with amicable sweetness as Cal stared at the half of his organ, soaked in vibrant crimson blood in her palm.
Cal is raping her in front of him. Before his eyes. In his very presence. In a fucking bright afternoon, where all can hear Sasha’s distorted shriek and cry to stop. The Alpha is hurting her—the woman he promised to protect even with his last breath. The young lady whom Warner Forster left in his care. Yet he failed. He failed to protect her and even show his love for her other than the lustful thrusts his cock has made inside her. And now, Cal is playing with her, torturing her with his every breath. Cal had long been torturing her ever since he seized the crown and throne from Alpha Ariel, Ansel’s beloved father, and proclaimed himself as the ‘rightful’ leader of the Fire Moon Pack. He has brought this upon her—upon both of them. All he thinks is about himself: his honor, his name, his reputation as a Beta and the supposed heir of the Alpha if Cal didn’t slit his father’s throat. Cal is a murderer and a rapist.
“You must be relieved that I did not demote you as a Slave like your whining pup!” Ansel endured the one hundred whipping of Cal, orchestrated by Giro, his most loyal bestfriend. The silver-edge of the whip carved his back, bleeding it like watercolor in a canvass. But his head remained lifted. Ansel’s expressions did not so much as falter. ‘I will not yield.’ Those words reverberated in his mind. ‘I do not yield.’ Cal demoted Ansel for a week as an Omega, where he will be denied of his former privileges as a Beta and live and act and breathe as an Omega for seven days. Though Cal can bury Ansel alive, he still needs two Firestarters—Giro and Ansel. That punishment was a mere show-off to display his dominance, his Alpha-ness. His brutality and devilish works. In the corner, with his arms crossing as the healers tended to his burnt woods, Alpha Cal was smirking, savoring the moment that he was finally able to whip the son of
“I don’t care if I’m an Omega for a week or for a month or for eternity, as long as Cal will never breathe again!” Ansel Vaughn breathed to the sky, to the earth, to the waters that appeared before him. It is his vow and his promise, a challenge to the beast inside him—to the wolf of fire that lives inside him. “Indeed,” a voice from the shadows of the tree emerged. One that he did not expect to hear near The Red Lake. “Did you know why Cal sexually abused Sasha in front of you?” “No.” Giro jerked his chin towards his direction. “It’s because someone has told the Alpha that you and Sasha made love in the middle of the night.” He slowly shifted towards his bestfriend, his knees on the verge of giving up. “And did you know who it was?” “Of course I do.” Ansel wrapped his palms into a fist. “I was there when that Slave deliberately told Cal while the Alpha was having his morning coffee.” “Who was it?” He brought his
“Giro…” Ansel patted his bestfriend’s shoulders at the back. “I believe you.” Giro smiled at his words. “I told you—” Then a deafening sound of a bell rang three times. Then another three. “Shit, the Shadow Rose Pack is already here!” Ansel froze, feet nailed on the floor. Big drops of cold sweat stream down from his face. “This will not end well.” “As much as I’ve predicted, yes.” Then Giro vanished towards Alpha Cal’s fortress. People around him began shouting, some Omegas were even panicking. But the Slaves, including Klea and Sasha, did not even halt for a second while doing their daily chores due to their fear of being whipped for the every minute they leave their post is equivalent to one strike. “The Shadows are here! The Shadow Rose Pack is here!” The shriek of the people didn’t stop Ansel from gathering a bucket of water from the well nonetheless. He’s no longer a Beta; he’s an Omega now. And
Cal Steele’s eyes went wide, throat bobbing and brows knitting in confusion but he managed to let himself remain quiet. The Beta with wavy blonde hair is aware Giro and his fellow Betas are talking via their minds but he just smirks at them, yielding an expression of ‘you know it, don’t you?’ to Giro. Giro blinked back in a way that said ‘I know you are here to kill him and I thank you. Cal’s a pain in the ass anyway.’ The sound of rushing footsteps registered in their ears and the next thing they know, Ansel is standing before them, hand blazing in the light of a bright fire. “Where’s Cal?!” “Ansel—“ Giro was immediately in front of him. But the other Shadow Rose Betas have shifted in their enormous wolf forms, their sizes nearly as big as horses. The moon is just brightly shining above the night, its light aiding them. “You are not allowed to enter while the Shadow Rose Alpha and Fire Moon Alpha are discussing business.” It
Eighteen Years Ago…In the cold ground of the abode of the Fire Moon Pack, where the night’s breeze howled gently, Sheila Swann is dressed in blood—literally. The rest of the pack is holding a banquet, feasting and drinking. Laughing and merry-making. But to Sheila, a soon-to-be mother of a baby girl, this is not a celebration. This shouldn’t be even full of smiles and cackles. “This should be a bloodbath,” she inhaled. “Oh really? You must be that bitter to say that, Sheila Swann...” Celine Amberr’s voice is rough and dry. Her former bestfriend then gave her a mirthless grin. “You must be brimming with jealousy because Alpha Jonas chose me over you, who originally happened to be his mate.” Clasping the snow of the winter ground, Sheila could’ve choked Celine to the earth if it wasn’t for Alpha Jonas’ guards, their bodies are huge and hard. “This is a celebration, Sheila. Don’t make any scene. You’re lucky you a
“You shall be the Alpha if something ever happens to me or to my son before he’s born…” Those words reverberated in Beta Ariel’s ears days before this bloody night—this red wedding. He watched Sheila run away and vanished to that door and stared incredulously at Celine on the floor. “Be—Ariel…please.” He shook his head, whether in dismay or disagreement, no one knows. “Please save my son. Please call Jon—the Alpha.” One minute, her voice is jolly and vivacious towards Sheila. Now that she was on the threshold of dying, her voice was hoarse and in pain. Desperate. “Please. Just let my son live.” “I will.” That was the first lie Beta Ariel has ever uttered in the night where the constellations of Sagittarius and Capricorn collide. “Yes. I will, Celine. I will.”***“Your wife is dead, Alpha.” Jonas’ eyes squinted with silent anger. “Sheila Swann…” Beta Ariel cringed when she addressed Sheila by her full name. “She stabbed her belly. And s
It was raining hard. But Sheila Steele kept pushing. She screamed and cried and pushed again. The sound of rain going along with her broken shrieking voice. The rumbling of thunder and the flash of lightning made her childbirth more difficult to carry on. Alain, Alpha of the Shadow Rose Pack that consists of the wolves who can manipulate the shadows and summon darkness, was on her side. Gripping her hand as if she was his wife—his Luna, his moon. A Beta of his entered, his black clothes and red umbrella made Alain blink. “The pack is worried about you, Alpha. You know this woman’s child is the blood of the Fire Moon Alpha.” “I know…” Alain murmured. “And I don’t care.” Alain just stared at his Beta’s incredulous look, whose lips are pursed and eyes gleaming in shock. “There are far more females in our pack that are willing to be your Luna.” His Beta pointed to Sheila. “This is not even your mate!” “SHE, Razel.” Al