AMAYA'S POV Thankfully the maids didn't stay in the main building. Made the whole thing easy for me. I was going to abandon the food and get on with my plan but I was really hungry and hadn't had a decent meal–no thanks to that tyrant Lucius. Plus the meal was looking too sumptuous for me to leave without having a taste. I shoved as much of it that I could down my throat and hurried to the first floor. I was doing something stupid. I knew it. But if seeing what was inside there would save me, then I had no choice but to do it. But then I arrived and it occurred to me the door was most likely going to be locked. Foolish me. Why hadn't I thought of that. Looking for the key was far-fetched. I would probably be dead already before I figured out where the key would be. Disappointed, I turned to leave but stopped. What if the door wasn't locked? It was an old door. What if pushing it a bit harder will force it to open?I went back to the door and held the knob. Slowly I turned it and to
WRITER'S POV WESTWOOD PACK“You think you did the right thing?” Jaxon, the Gamma asked. Lucius scoffed and took another sip of wine. Deep within him, he wasn't feeling alright selling off his mate to Damian of all people but who cares, he won. He did not just win, he won Damian. “What do you mean if he did the right thing? That bitch does not deserve to be here. Our warriors are still with us. No more war and that bastard Damian is off our hair. What better bargain could be out there?” Tommy shot at Jaxon. Lucius stood up, ignoring the two rambling men. “Send in the seer.”The seer of the Pack was brought in a couple of minutes after. Right from the moment she entered, her face was crumpled and she was grunting. “I found my mate and I stopped the war. Now I need something else.. Damian's throne,” Lucius began. The seer scoffed and struck her stick on the ground with anger. “I told you to find your mate, not sell her!”Lucius frowned. “What difference does it make? I found her an
WRITER'S POVNelo casted another disgruntled look at the bed. She was seated on the small and only stool in the room. It was the bed she shared with Amaya. Now she has it all by herself. Normally she should be happy. She had wished for it but why did it annoy her now. She may have gotten the bed all to herself but she was certain she may never get to rise high in rank again in the quarters. The girls were still attached to Amaya and they saw her as a bitch now. Her eyes darted to the small clock on the table. For some annoying reason, the time was unusually slow that evening and it made her impatient. She left the stool and dragged herself to the bed. Once the time beeped 10:00 pm on the dot, she got up from the bed and peeped through the window. It was already dark and she expected everyone to have gone to bed but there were still some girls hanging around. Knowing she could not leave with them still outside, she waited. Half an hour later, the compound was completely empty and qui
AMAYA'S POV “Where am I?” As soon as my eyes opened, the musky scent of improperly dried wood hit my nostrils forcing me fully awake. I was in a strange room and everything in it was unfamiliar. The room was jam-packed with all sorts of things and the bedding I lay was so thin I could feel the hard wood hard poke my back. Midway into trying to recall how I came to be there and I felt my head ache badly. I tried to slowly get up but the bed made a sharp creaking noise that forced me to halt. The curtain drew open and a woman I did not recognize entered. “You are awake. Praise the goddess,” she flashed me a smile and without saying another word she turned. Facing the exit, she called out “she's awake” and almost at the same time, Damian walked in. I froze and wished the room would cave in for me to fall into. Expecting to see the scowl on his face but got a soft smile instead. “How are you feeling?” he came by my side and asked, shocking me further. I blinked and the thick saliva
WRITER'S POV WESTWOOD PACK ROSE BUCKS10:30 PMNelo glanced at herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. She was dressed in a red dress and for the first time in a while she felt she cleaned up real good. But all for what?At the gate that night at Tommy's house, he had specifically told her to come in a red dress. She hissed with Irritation. If he wasn't a Beta, then she would have been forced to classify him as a psychopath. She was irritated but she had to do what she had to do. Staying back in the servants quarters was no longer an option. The spiteful looks the girls give her was enough. Her only card of finding a better life lies with the bastard, Tommy. The taxi stopped her in front of Rose bucks. She arranged her scarf on her head before proceeding into the place. Rose bucks was a famous spot for prostitution. Married men take in sluts and single men pay young girls to be fuccked. “You are here,” Tommy acknowledged with a lustful stare down her body the moment she step
WRITER'S POV CRAVEN PACK It had been exactly five days since Amaya's escape failed. She still didn't know if she was to feel relieved yet. Damian hadn't brought up the room nor punished her for trying to escape. She, in fact, hadn't seen much of him since then and heck she wanted it that way.Laura was on her tail almost every single second of the day. Although she pretended to keep her distance but each time Amaya checked it was obvious she was watching her. The only times she got to be free from her watchful eyes was during the nights and early mornings. Amaya felt very restricted. She sat in the huge house all day long doing nothing. She had no friends and missed Nelo and Selene so much. At least back at the servants house, she did chores, sneak to the training ground and played with the girls but there was nothing fun to do. Most importantly she was going crazy not visiting a training center. Since she couldn't ask anyone, she decided to find out where the training center was o
AMAYA’S POVHUNTING DAY IN CRAVEN PACK Maybe it was because I was excited but I barely slept the previous night. I kept turning and rolling on the bed until it was 3am when I sprung up and began to prepare. By the time I stepped outside to the point of gathering, a lot of people were already there and the place was booming. I guess I wasn't the only one excited. I felt Lyra’s eyes on me. For some reason, I had this strange feeling she was watching me. Last night I was surprised when Laura told me I had a prominent guest. Knowing I knew no one in Craven Pack, let alone someone prominent, I had reluctantly left to see this guest of mine only to meet a sophisticated lady. She had scanned me weirdly. “Hi, I'm Lyra Cartwright although I'd prefer you call me Lyra. I heard you are Damian's guest.” Her lips curled and I had heard her mutter some words under her breath which I didn't grab. But I wasn't stupid. I didn't need to hear to know what she must have said. “Well, I guess we will b
AMAYA'S POV “Deer!”We were already deep into the forest when I heard the sudden shrill and I ran towards the direction I heard the scream. To my greatest surprise it turned out to be Lyra. It wasn't just her but also the Beta and Gamma; Raze and Oliver. There was no deer in sight and they had a mischievous grin on. Sensing that I had just been played, my teeth clenched. I wiped the sweat dripping down my forehead and suppressed a hiss. Their stupid joke had made me run for nothing. I turned towards them really trying my best to hold back my anger. “There's no deer.”“Oh, my bad. We thought there was a deer,” Lyra smirked. To me, I thought it was maybe understandable why Lyra was acting like a bitch but Raze and Oliver? I just couldn't understand why they hated me for no reason. Ever since I came here, they would always sneer at my face and ignored me. And honestly I would prefer they'd rather keep sneering and ignoring than to find my trouble. "Well, next time make sure to be cert
Balus stiffened. Tommy was the last man he was expecting in his house. He shot Luman a look as if to fault him for having weak guards man his gates. But since it had already happened, he would find a way to quickly discard him. It was already enough trouble that he joined hands with him, what would Damian do if he found him hanging in his pack. He cleared his throat. “What a surprise visit. You did not give me a notice.”Tommy walked past him and lowered himself into the nearest cushion. “Well, I figured coming with my two legs would be the best. Get me a drink. Sweet wine preferably,” he said casually as he rested his arms around the seat. “Sure I will have the guards do that. Guards!” Alpha Balus bellowed. “They are probably deep asleep at the moment,” Tommy drawled. He looked at Luman. Then sat up. “Forget the drink. I will have lots of it to drink soon. Balus, let's talk somewhere private.”The way he was very relaxed made Balus coil inside. Did he think he was still some hot s
“Catch him! Don't let him escape!”“Shit!” Tommy dived into the nearest thickest portion of the bush. Leaves slapped across his face and his leg scraped and bumped against dry stumps that stuck out of place. As he ran, his eyes scanned for a place to hide. He'd always known losing his chasers was better than having them keep chasing him behind. Who knew if they had with him one of those silver arrows.He found one. One at a perfert spot. He broke a thick stem from a plant, flung it and diverted the direction of his chasers. Then he crawled into a hole big enough to cover his body but not his head.Quickly he gathered dried leaves nearby and covered his upper body. The men growled past and from where he hid, he could feel their strength and determination. If they had used the same energy and served him he would not be in this situation. “Bastards!” He should have killed them all. They were useless. He had never ran the way he did. Just some hours ago he was the most powerful man in t
“Greetings, my Alpha,” Jaxon greeted Lucius. “Forgive me for being a lacking servant and friend.”Lucius regarded him, along with the parked boxes beside him. Once the chaos died down, Jaxon was the first person he’d asked of. He still didn't understand how he never visited him in the dungeon the entire time despite needing no connections. He wanted to believe he was now fully on the side of Tommy. Until he heard of everything that happened. “How’s the situation of things?” He asked. Jaxon lifted his face. “Are you asking about the situation at Westwood?” When Lucius said nothing, he took the cue to go ahead. “Westwood Pack now under Craven Pack. Tommy made it so,” he explained quietly. Tommy flared up.”What? That bastard…” he gnashed. “Are you saying I just lost my pack?!”Jaxon hesitated. “The elders permitted it and Tommy had probably thought he would lead forever. He was afraid other Alphas would try to make a move.”Lucius fumed. Frustration latched onto him as much as the ange
“Amaya!” Damian called as he barged into the holding cell. But the room was empty at his entrance. His heart skipped one beat at the possibility that Amaya could have gotten hurt. Casting another glance at the empty table and seats, he panted out. He'd breezed out when an equally panting voice echoed his name from behind. He turned sharply. “Nelly?”“My Alpha…” Nelly muffled, her voice breaking. She scurried over to him. “Are you hurt anywhere? And your strength? Are you fully back?” Her eyes roamed over him with deep concern. “It’s all good now,” Damian said calmly. “Are you alright—”She fell into his arms and released a huge sigh. “Thank the goddess…thank the goddess…I thought I wouldn't see you again…” he voice shook with emotions. “What happened? Why are you here?”“That jerk brought me here. Jay’s brow arched. “Wasn't Amaya the one captured?” Then his eyes narrowed in sheer surprise. “Was it you? Did you send the key to me?*Nelly sighed softly. “The key. It wasn't me. I hat
The two threw one last glance at themselves before they each zoomed off. While Lucius proceeded further into the dungeon, Damian exited the dungeon and ran into his first obstacle soon after. A guard. He was a block away from the holding cell. “You are from the dungeon. Where are you going? Who's holding the forte over there?” the guard questioned. “The forte is good over there, boss. I will just grab a cup of water and be on my way back,” Damian replied calmly. His head tilted slightly down. “Make sure to be quick about it,” the guard said after a brief moment. “Wait,” his face crumpled and he turned around. The voice was strange. “Turn around!” he commanded. Damian stopped with a sigh. Why would nothing ever go the way he envisioned? As the guard approached him, his ears stood erect. One…two…three.He rotated rapidly, taking the guard unawares. He hooked his throat and slammed him hard on the wall. Letting his body drop heavily to the ground he advanced forward. He was about t
The eerie silence outside the dungeon matched the thick darkness inside. In his cell, Damian sat at a corner. His usual spot. He opened his palm and although it was thick dark, he was able to outline the shiny key that glinted despite the impenetrable darkness. Amaya had risked her life to bring this in. He must make no mistakes. It crushed him to know she'd go that length to help him. He heard Lucius stir in his cell and a moment later he'd crawled to the demarcation. “Isn't it time you accepted me as your only hope and comrade in this place?”Damian couldn't see him clearly through the dark but he still glanced his way. “Where do you think he would be holding the intruder captured earlier?” he asked in a low voice. “Intruder?” Lucius shot up. “So I was right!” His voice squeaked. “Keep your fucking voice down!” Damain warned. Lucius shrugged. “Well, if he was a man he'd be here with us in one of the cells somewhere. Wouldn't he?”“And if it were a woman?”“A woman? What woman…w
“You think he cares about you? Have you ever wondered how your parents died?”As Damian sprawled in his cell, Tommy's words echoed in his head. Those were the words he had said to him when he made him fight his uncle. He still couldn't believe he'd make him fight his uncle.What did Tommy mean by he knew nothing about his uncle? Tommy was nothing but a traitor and a cunny bastard. He didn't expect him to get that low. He already had him in chains and taken his Pack, what would he gain trying to create a rift between him and his uncle? He wanted to disregard Tommy's words but his eyes kept flashing in his head. Those were not the eyes of a man trying to con someone.While he was dragged to the fighting cage, he had seen someone with a striking resemblance to Amaya. A guard. It couldn't be her. He wasn't sure. Yes, Amaya was very daring and stubborn but would she step foot into Emperor Mansion days after escaping? Tommy would skin her alive. She knew that. She wouldn't dare. And so he h
“Argh!” Jaxon let out a sharp grunt as another strong hand pressed him down. Three guards in total gripped him until he couldn't move a finger. Tommy seethed forward. First thing he did was kick Jaxon repeatedly. “You traitor! How dare you! I treated you like you were worth something but this is what I get!” His widened eyes were swollen from the adrenaline rush. He stopped abruptly, panting. He swirled and his robe swirled with him. Fury latched deep within him. He shook his head and his clenched fist trembled. Jaxon shouldn't betray him. Jaxon shouldn't….He wheeled around again. “How long have you been planning this?”Blood gushed through Jaxon's mouth. A part of his right eyes was swollen from the punches. He struggled to keep the slit open. “You probably know better than me… how long you planned on betraying Lucius?” He smirked. Tommy snarled.“Fool. Take him to the dungeon! No! Kill him! He is worthless to me.”“Kill him?” The guard, first in command, queried. Tommy coiled, ann
AMAYA It wasn't just the bloke but I was already noticing the nosy eyes thrown my way. Most probably due to the guard’s uniform I was putting on and being in the crowd. I left the crowd and lurked around the path back to the dungeon where a couple of other guards were. Luckily they didn't notice anything as I joined them. Although the heavy thudding of my heart would have given me out faster. As the men dragged Damian and his uncle with Lucius back into the dungeon. I lingered for about five seconds. “Stop right there! Who are you? Show your face!” a voice roared behind me the instant I tried to move. Stay calm. They won't notice. Show the pass Jaxon gave you. “Turn around!” the voice came again. I obeyed. “What? Is there a problem.” I tried to sound as natural as I could. The guard approached me. I bent my face. I wasn't sure how effective Jaxon's tanning cream would be. Through my lashes I saw his face wrinkled into a frown. “Your uniform has no name tag. Are you one of the n