“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
Alain couldn’t bear to watch Sheila’s body. It was reeking of blood and weakness, tears and hopelessness. Her body was broken. Her skin was a sea of scars both fresh and old. Laying on the ground lifeless, Alain wept over her dead body, over the woman who was only able to come in the borders of the Shadow Rose Pack for the first and last time. As if Alain was only meant to touch and see her for a minute then she was gone in a heartbeat. “Alpha…” But Alain didn’t dare to look at behind him, to the Beta who bears a message so crucial. “Alpha—“ “Go away!” Nothing can beat a man so woeful than a cry so sorrowful. “The Fire Moon Pack’s banished…they are here now and—” “Can’t you see I’m mourning early in the morning?!” “But Alpha Alain—” “I have no time for business now. Go, while you can.” Alain finally turned his head and a piercing glare made the Beta shiver for a second. “Yes, Al
Alain, kneeling by the Verdean Forest’s soil, stared incredulously at the dead and mangled bodies of the Fire Moon Pack’s Alpha and Luna. Dismembered and torn apart, stabbed and cut piece by piece. They are unrecognizable if not for their scent. Alain shook his head, unbelievable that one’s own pack members can do that to their leader. ‘That’s why you should always treat your fellow wolves properly,’ Orlon, his fierce and unyielding wolf, muttered. “Go and summon Katharine,” said Alain to Apollo. “Tell her we have two lifeless sacrifices for today.” Razel watched as Apollo vanished beyond the shade of huge trees. Apollo was once from the Fire Moon Pack, banished by the Alpha that came before Alpha Jonas for discovering that his Luna was in love with Apollo. “Take away all their clothes.”Alain gazed at the dead bodies of the Alpha and Luna, both reeking of a foul smell that one wished to never breathe again. “Burn their appare
Present DayAs soon as Sasha opened the library door, the view of Cal’s head atop a porcelain plate, surrounded by what seems to be petals of chrysanthemum, made her heart cease to beat for a second. ‘This is pure cruelty,’ she thought and her fingers curled into a fist at that. But one look on her face, Alpha Alain Irons already knew what she thought. One look at her auburn hair and amber eyes, he knew this is her—the only daughter of Sheila, the woman he loved. But even though she is a blood of her blood, a flesh of her flesh…‘This is not her. And I doubt she will recognize me for who I am.’ “You must be Sasha Forster,” his dark voice echoed. It was only him and her in the library, alone and unbothered. Sasha hugged her arms. “Why have you called for me?” Alain stalked towards her. His muscles tensing with every step he takes. His eyes straight on her face.The face of the woman he saved eighteen years ago. ‘No,