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Chapter 8: Pitch Black
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— Viktor Morgenstar — Beyond my quarters, I can feel the sun slowly starting to set. Its warmth is disappearing from every inch of the forest until there is nothing but cold air and darkness that fills every corner of my Pack. I opened my eyes and am greeted by nothing but that same darkness I have become familiar with since that day many years ago. The day I realized I was no ordinary wolf, that something else inside me lurked. Sometimes I wonder if I am already dead, because waking up in total darkness makes me feel as if I am buried somewhere deep underground. I let out a deep sigh before pushing my sheets off of me and setting my feet on the cold marble floor. The chilly feeling of it instantly tells me that I am one hundred percent alive and that my body is still on this godforsaken Earth. Fuck’s sake, I just woke up and already feel like I need a bottle of the strongest wolfsbane liquor. It’s the only alcohol that can actually have an effect on me, but even then, it’s not re
Running With His Heir Chapter 10: Bad News
— Viktor Morgenstar — “A family has tried to escape our Pack this morning. One of the border patrols caught them and they’re being held out in the forest.” What the fuck? I don’t like a lot of things, but one thing I hate the most is when people try to disobey orders because it means they are trying to disobey me. Who the fuck said they could just leave? I won’t stand for any of this. “Well, what the fuck are we standing for? Bring me to them,” I demanded of the two. They gave each other that same twin look where I know they’re communicating, but only they can understand what it is. “You got it, Dark Alpha.” Cal smiles before Cane starts to lead. A few minutes later, we’re out by the forest with only the moon for light. I feel rejuvenated as soon as I touch grass and feel the cool evening air. Something about it gives me energy. Whatever it is, it helps me get ready to face whatever bullshit it is I have to face tonight. “Please, please, let us go! We promise never to try and
Running With His Heir Chapter 11: Mind Games
— Leia Steele — I don’t know what the hell is going on. I can’t figure out if this is real or just a very fucked up figment of my imagination, but how the hell could I even have the ability to conjure something like this with my mind? I barely have energy to have dreams anymore, my nights merely just filled with endless nightmares of opening my eyes and seeing my mother’s lifeless body and her blood on my hands. Maybe that’s it. Maybe this is also a nightmare and for some reason, the Dark Alpha had ended up in it. How? I don’t fucking know, but this is the only thing I could think of that could possibly explain all this. Black eyes? Dark Shadow? Little Darkling? None of it is making any fucking sense to me! And worse of all, my one and only friend is still lying dead on the ground right next to us. I swear to the goddess, this is all so fucked up. I need to get out of here! “If I were you, I wouldn’t run.” He suddenly warned as if he had just read my mind exactly. “Wh– why?”
Running With His Heir Chapter 12: Our World
— Leia Steele — One second I can feel the ground underneath my feet, and the next there is nothing and gravity is pulling me down, and down, and down. At one point, I concluded that I was going to die because how often do you see a thin and frail woman survive jumping out of a window? Not a lot, that’s for sure. But a second later I feel my knees on the ground and my hands are touching the grass as well. Grass! I’m touching nature after months of being locked up inside! But I don’t have the time to revel on that amazing fact because I am in a life or death situation. “What the hell did I say about running, Leia Steele?!” The shout came from above me and I don’t need to look up to know who it came from. It’s him, and he sounds way angrier than earlier. The panic in me worsens and this time, that feeling of resilience or the strength that was brewing within me was no longer there. Shit, I think I’ve just gotten myself in a far worse situation. I am so utterly screwed beyond reco
Running With His Heir Chapter 13: Secret Room
— Leia Steele — Contrary to what he said earlier, this is definitely not his bedroom and we had gone back to somewhere else. I’m sitting uncomfortably on probably the most comfortable chair I’ve ever sat on in my life. The irony doesn’t go past me, but I can’t help it. I feel like a duck sitting on a lake with hunters all around me, but the thing is, I am trapped. There is nowhere else to go. At least not anywhere that won’t get me shot. Or in this case, whatever the Dark Alpha plans to do to me if I disobey him… again. He is the hunter and I am but a sitting duck. “The chair isn’t going to swallow you whole, you know? You can sit down properly and not just have half your ass on it.” He said to me with a half smirk. Asshole, I think to myself. But at the same time, why do my cheeks suddenly feel warm? Was it the thought of him looking at where my ass is? Ugh, stop thinking about it! “Suit yourself. I’m not the one getting butt cramps later on.” His smirk goes wider and s
Running With His Heir Chapter 14: Alpha’s Girl
— Leia Steele — His grin grows wider and I am seconds from palpating out of nervousness on my seat. Scratch that, maybe I already am. He lays back down and takes his glass up to his lip and even with the glass blocking most of his mouth, I can tell he is still grinning. When the moonlight from the window hits him, I feel both dread and something else in the pit of my stomach. My eyes can’t help but take him in as he drinks. The sleeves of his shirt rolls up a little higher, exposing more of the black ink that covers both his arms and hands. The rings that can’t possibly be real silver on his fingers shimmer from the light as he downs his glass of liquor. There is something about this man that I have never felt nor experienced with anybody else in this Pack. He is haunting, but at the same time, soothing. I can’t explain it, but looking at him both terrifies me yet invigorates me, too. I can’t look at him without having a crisis, but it’s even harder to look away from him. He is
Running With His Heir Chapter 15: Sweet Dreams
— Viktor Morgenstar — “Let her go.” I told my Gamma, and most of the time, as he should, he immediately does whatever it is I order him to do or else. This time though, I can sense that he’s not too keen on doing such. The anger seeping from him, from the hand that is tightening more and more on Leia’s neck is obvious from a mile away. “Tell me, you stupid slut! What the fuck have you done with the Alpha?!” He shouts at her again and she visibly winces. Seeing her in such a position makes me feel two things. One, it makes me want to beat the living shit out of Cane because who the hell does he think he is hurting her? Hurting what is mine? Two, and I can’t understand it either but I know it’s there, but god fucking damn it, I have never been more turned on in my life watching her face turn redder by the second, the lack of oxygen getting to her, while her eyes grow even more and more desperate. I knew I had some sadism in me, but this might just be on a whole other level that Le
Running With His Heir Chapter 16: Devil’s Temptation
— Leia Steele —If anybody had told me that one day I would be lying down on a bed that was so comfortable I would think I was dreaming, I would have just laughed at their face and went back to scrubbing toilets and floors.But here I was doing exactly that, and after rolling around it and feeling the softness of the sheets and pillows all around me, it just seemed too real to be a figment of my imagination. This, whatever it is, is really, really happening. For most of my life I’ve wondered what it would be like to sleep on something more comfortable than a thin blanket or the cold hard floor, but now that I’m here, now that I’m on a real bed…I can’t for the life of me go to sleep. I’ve been twisting and turning on this giant bed for what seems like hours now and no matter how hard I try, my brain just can’t seem to shut all my thoughts off so that I could rest. Everything is in complete overdrive and I hate it. I hate this. I hate the Dark Alpha. I hate that I am somehow relat
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