Alexander I watched on as Delilah performed the ritual on Rosaria. My wolf and I were on high alert incase she decided to pull up an evil stunt on us. She kept chanting and whispering spells. My heart squeezed painfully when I looked at Rosaria standing at the center of the circle, completely naked. ‘I’m sorry my love, it was never my intention to let you go through such things,' I thought sadly. I panicked when a strong wind started swirling around the circle, but relaxed when I noticed nothing unusual happened. After a few minutes, the wind had calmed down and the witch who now looked horrible with a nose bleed stopped chanting. “It’s done, you’re free,” I heard Delilah say and I perked up immediately. After thanking her and assuring her the payment was made, I scooped Rosaria up and rushed into the mansion while carrying her bridal style. I wanted to check her body but she insisted on checking herself so she locked herself inside the bathro

Alexander I woke up late…. Despite chanting ‘don’t oversleep’ repeatedly in my head as I drifted off to sleep last night, I still slept in. The sweet dream I was having did not make it easier for me to wake up either. Everything was just perfect in the dream, Rosaria and I were mated and we had our own little pups, a boy and a girl. We were so happy that I didn’t want it to end…… “Alpha, wake up, we have an hour left to head over to the venue,” Michael’s voice was like a bucket of cold water spilled over my head. I sprang out of bed and looked at the time, a little dazed. Shit. “Why are you only waking me up now?” I asked him angrily. He was already dressed in a navy blue suit but he only came to wake me up an hour before the wedding. Did he plan to attend a wedding without its groom? “I-I thought you were up and dressed already. Only came to check on you because you took to long to come down stairs,” he answered nervously. I glared at him and

Sheila Burning. The scorching feeling as if you were set on fire. That’s what my body felt like whenever Mark was intimate with another she-wolf. Every touch burned my skin, my stomach twisted and churned. Prickly sensations could be felt all over my body. It was the worst experience ever. Werewolves are blessed with mates but I was cursed with one. They say a mate is your soulmate, your other half. Someone who would love and cherish you unconditionally. But mine was a nightmare, he tortured me both physically and emotionally. He looked at me with so much hatred just because I wasn’t the one he was in love with. Mark was obsessed with Rosaria. I never knew the extent of the obsession until the day we found out that we were mates and he refused to recognize the bond. What he did not count on was Rosaria escaping and finding her real mate. That’s when he totally lost his mind. I feel pain three times a day. It seemed he was sleeping with every she-wolf in his p

Alexander Rosaria had spent the whole day drifting in and out of sleep. The black veins had spread throughout her body. Seeing her like that was sending ripples of pain to my heart but I couldn’t do anything until her twentieth birthday. She had only regained her senses later in the evening and after forcing her to drink the soup Cassie made, I sat her between my legs near a fireplace in the living room as I hugged her from behind. Ready to tell her my story. “My father was once a human, he was the king of the ancient Elisasha kingdom a thousand years ago. The kingdom suffered from a sneak attack and many of his subjects lost their lives as they were attacked mercilessly by the enemy. As a king, the young Alexander senior couldn’t sit back and watch his people die so he put on his armor and rode his horse leading the army to battle. But he had underestimated the enemy, they were too powerful and they didn’t move at a speed that a normal human would. T

Rosaria I was feeling weak and I could see my life slipping away but I couldn’t do anything about it. Death was calling for me and I couldn’t escape. Alexander was strangely calm this time. Perhaps he had come to terms with our situation. He would have to go through this over and over again. It made me glad really, I would rather see him calm than watch him fall apart because of me. He had come to pick me up when I just said my farewells with my family. “Are you ready?” He asked in a low hoarse voice. “To die? No. To go for a date in the meadow? Yes, definitely ready,” I said playfully and he chuckled. Picking me up bridal style, he walked out of the room and I buried my face in his chest. “Are we going to move like this? How about you give me a piggyback ride?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “No, I want to feel you close to me as much as possible. This is the best position for me to do that,” he said as he continued moving, hea