Zillon hesitantly patted the tombstone he stood before, fingers shaking. He didn't want to be here or rather, he was afraid to be...Beside him, his mother stood and behind them were Celeste and the kids...they were three years old now and somehow, Celeste had got them into practically forcing him to come here.'Grandpa...' they had said, that evil, little smile smothered across their face. He really didn't know how such devils slipped from an angel's womb and he would never know.These kids were cute and funny, but they were hard to control. They ran around the house as though it was a track field and threw his ornaments as though they were balls. Sometimes he wished he could throw them out, but then he remembered that they were his kids and moreover, he was the one who spoiled them.They weren't fond of listening to Celeste either and the only way they'd listen to him was if he got all serious...even now they were running around for no god damn reason.Zillon glared back at them, bu
I want to thank you guys for sticking with me throughout 'The Alpha's Unwanted Mate' journey, but now it's time for another! It's out guys! Xavier's story is out! 'A Rogue For The Alpha King', it'll be just as mind blowing as this one! Trust your author Gaydar and go read!(っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ Let me just drop the description real quick୧(^ 〰 ^)୨ Celia Cobourne betrayed her pack in aid of being with him; her one true mate, and yet instead of accepting, he abandoned her. She deserved it though, didn't she? She was already branded, she was already used...and futhermore, what would an alpha king really do with a Rogue...? _ Xavier Macre or Rather Kaheel Macre as he came to know, ranked up from a rogue to an Alpha King after finding his real parents...he had stepped on many people for revenge and revenge got him on the throne he now sat on... But with nothing but a throne and a crown, what joy would he have? Could he go back to his mate? The rogue one, the branded one, the stepping stool tha
— Beware... For happiness does not last for eternity. It comes, but when it goes, sadness descends with severity. — Celeste blew out a breath of adoration, eyes trained on the handsome boy standing with a tall masculinity on the podium. His lips were drawn into a thin line, his expression as blank as a sheet of paper and yet his beauty outranked every werewolf standing on the meeting grounds; both men and women. Celeste wasn't sure how he did it, but every single thing he did made her heart flutter and her legs weak. He was the centre of her attention despite the many other people scattered around the vicinity. His eyes... His lips... His body... Every single aspect of him called out to her, but in what way could she respond? Certainly not by confessing that she had many times drooled while watching him and certainly not by hunting him a darn rabbit! But either way she chose to respond, it was no secret that he was out of her league; f
— Beware of this tricky thing called happiness, for it is the gateway to sadness. — The world before Celeste's eyes had turned upside down. Her life... Her choices... Everything had tilted to the left and Celeste was not grateful to the moon goddess for that. She got her wish, but the odds weren't at all in her favor. Her mate; Zillon Macre wasn't as angelic as he seemed. He was a beast, a man with no conscience, a man without a heart. He treated her as if she was a toilet, but even so, her heart still beated for him. Whenever he was around, her lungs felt as light as a puff of cloud and his scent; it's uniqueness as well as it's sweetness calmed her diligently.The matebond was quite prominent between them, but for the two days that Celeste knew him as her mate, all he kept mentioning was her sister. He didn't see her as his mate, he made that very clear the night he marked her. That night when the orange colour in his eyes had
— Beware ... They're like two face coins. Not because they smile they're on your side. — Celeste stepped shakily up the stairs. She had long passed her boundaries, and now she resided on Zillon's; on his land, on his porch. She couldn't deny the nervousness that ran through her, she could feel as her heart pumped heavily in her chest, she could even hear it; the quick and dense beats that sounded like fast fleeting footsteps. In deep anxiety, her eyes drifted to the door that stood tall in front of her. Should she knock? She should, shouldn't she? But she couldn't. His scent was as strong as it had been the night he had marked her. The potent scent of lotus flowers and chopped wood. It was maddening, it invoked in her a sense of need; one that had her craving him, his arms that provided security, and his lips that 'should' be able to provide her with words of encouragement, especially after what she withstood on her way here. Her sister's words ha
Celeste shuffled off of the mattress when she became tired of the hungry howls of her stomach. Night had already dusk and she hadn't eaten anything since she woke up this morning. Her throat was dry, her body empty, even her wolf felt weak, but even still, she was scared of stepping foot down those stairs just so Zillon could degrade her again. She knew that she'd eventually have to, especially if she wanted him to get use to her, to come to love her, but she feare— Celeste shook her head. She couldn't fear the words of her own mate or the the look in his eyes. She had to withstand it, she had to see pass it with a flourishing smile. She was hungry, she'd go down and cook for herself, and cook him something as well. She hadn't heard his room door open since it closed. He was perhaps asleep, but even still, he must be hungry too. Taking a step forward, Celeste sighed. She had to be braver, he was hers, she was his. Despite all the things he said to her, they were
Celeste skated breathlessly into Zillon's front yard, still wearing the clothing of her wolf's skin. The night had gotten darker, the sun had gone down, and though she had ran to her heart's full content, she still felt like she hadn't done enough. Zillon's words were still engraved in her head. They for one made it hard for her to cut her run short, but sadly, she had to, not because of the matebond, but because of what the elders had once taught her and the other young she-wolves of the pack. No matter what, a newly mated female should return to their mate before 7:00pm. It is said that werewolves were very possessive of their mates, especially the high ranking ones. The elders didn't go in depth as to 'why' as well as 'what' would happen, but she didn't really want to know, because nothing would happen, especially if it concerned her mate. He had said it before, he wanted nothing to do with her, so why would he act out or become possessive when she neglects to com
Celeste woke up in the middle of the night, awfully hungry after not eating anything at all in the day. The food she had cooked earlier on was probably still in the kitchen, and after heating it up, it would have to cease the growls of her empty stomach. Shuffling off of the bed, she stepped onto the floor, and out the door. Slow and cautious, that's how she walked, not wanting to wake Zillon up if there was a possibility that he was asleep. Her steps took her down the stairs, and though she tried her best to be quiet, each spirally positioned board squeaked as she walked down them. She sighed in relief when she tiptoed down the last one, and straight to the kitchen was where she headed. She could practically hear the night on the outside... The crickets, and the dead silence that lingered behind it. Not even a footstep tainted it, however, she could hear movements in the kitchen. It was probably a rat, but even so, she stayed alert as she shoved the door open.