Xavier turned to Violet, slightly confused as to why she had called his name, and why he felt oddly pleased that she did. She brought her face up to stare at him but quickly looked back down when she met his gaze. "What?""I…well I just…" Violet stuttered, wringing her fingers nervously as she stared at the ground. Her words stick and instead chose to remain in the comforts of her throat while she battled with her sudden decision to talk to this tyrant of a man. She snuck a peek at him, and most of her courage receded to where they had come from. His eyes were hard and filled with that same intensity she was terrified of. She didn't feel any better when Xavier turned his full body to her and stared at her with a menacing look. "I wanted– I wanted to make a– a re–quest," she managed to say and peeked at him again to see his reaction.Xavier raised a brow at her and stalked towards her, eyes searching her face for what she was thinking. "A request," he stated when her back hit the wa

A few days had passed after the incident on the stairs. Mila had been a good friend, offering Violet comfort and company until she calmed down. She had learnt that her assaulter had been one of Jenedeith's escorts and Xavier had 'taken care' of him. She also hadn't seen or spoken to Xavier after that day, partly because she had locked herself up.Her opinion about Xavier had fairly changed after he saved her, and although the mistress thing was still there, he was less of a monster. Time away from him was all the therapy she needed.Now that she was partly okay, and Mila was away for some work, her next activity was to spend a good time in the beautiful garden. The harmony of the colours and sweet scents of the flowers had been everything peaceful too her. The only peace that had found her in this hell hole.Violet lingered at the gates, eyes quickly scanning the environment for traces of anyone she wouldn't want to bump into. Although Mila had told her that the pack members rarely en

A few days had passed since the attack, and a calm, but sad atmosphere had settled in place of the tension. There were more security guards along the borders, and no one was allowed within the vicinity. Ash had been with Violet eversince he'd lost his brother to the dark witch.He had cried for hours unend, soaked two of her sweaters, and never left the room, but she and Mila cared for him. They had both been in his place before.A burial ceremony for all the lives lost from the start of the attacks was currently being discussed and preparations were ongoing. It was not a normal thing for werewolves to get burials with the exception of the alpha and Luna, but a lot of brave warriors that contributed wholly to the pack were gone.On the night of the attack, while Ash was tucked away in Violet's arms, Xavier had entered her room. She felt his strong aura and peeked through her lashes to see him staring at her from the door in the dark. She remembered how emotionless his face was after

"You came!" Ash whispered excitedly to Violet who ruffled his hair. "I didn't think alpha would let you attend this funeral with other werewolves around," Mila whispered into her ear, then fixed Ash's hair, "it's a sign that he's beginning to warm up to you." Violet raised her brows at Mila's words, recalling how Xavier had ordered and threatened her to attend. If that was his way of warming up to people then she'd rather he remained cold to her. "I doubt that he's beginning to like me or whatever. He's still a self-centered jerk," she replied and glanced behind her, and sure enough his scowl was a clear indication that he'd heard her. Unfortunately, she didn't care.She looked away from him and examined the pile of wood stacked far from the podium. It was stationed well enough for everyone to see. "What's with the pile of wood?""It's the burn pile. That's how werewolf funerals are done, although we rarely ever perform them. If there are no bodies of the deceased then we gather a

A faint music with the softness of expensive silk hummed gently in the dimly lit room barely illuminated by the red lamps at the four corners. Several plastic candles with dim lights sat idly on the scarlet clad vintage tables and next to the walls, but the smoke that settled in the atmosphere did well to dull their lights.They emanated from the bowls of burning incense placed on both sides of the room giving the atmosphere a very euphoric vibe.Women in light, skimpy dresses seductively swayed their hips in tune with the hypnotic music. A fine number of bare pale skins dancing in different yet synchronized movements.A lazy smirk played on his lips as he watched their slow dances. It'd been quite a while since he'd treated himself to something nice.Antonio sipped his glass and leaned back with a satisfied smirk. Nothing tasted better than the blood of a young child. He had no use to kill the child for blood of course and could just take some from his blood bar anytime he wanted, bu