“He’s here,” I whispered to Ezra. “I’m going to find him.” I went to turn, but he grabbed my elbow, placing a palm on my face. He lowered his forehead to mine. “Go get him,” he said, placing a hungry kiss against my lips before letting me go.I turned from him, knowing that he had everything else covered, that he would not leave this packland either by me or contained by his brothers.This was what true partnership must be like. I smiled at that. Once this was over, to whatever end after the certain death I would inflict on Miles, I knew I had him and his support.I wasn’t doing it alone anymore.I let that knowledge of safety and trust wash over me as I sunk deep into that place I had learned as a child. As I descended deep into that well I let myself hear the voices that I spent so much time trying to suppress. Instinct and logic. Emotions can fuel you, but they do not decide your course—my dad told me, helping me up. She’s a natural - my mother’s worried yet proud face came into
End him - Aksala growled and retreated to the back of my mind, waiting. Her excited rage was palpable.I walked up to my father's desk that he had the nerve to sit at. My finger brushed the familiar polished wood and pain clawed at me. This was the last part, I silently promise my mother and father. Grief had no place here, not yet. I focused instead on the sheets of paper. They started out legible, numbers that might have been accounts, a list of names, but then scribbles drowned in black ink marred the rest of the pages. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of watching him even out of the corner of my eye. It was an insult to not even watch your opponent. But I didn’t see him as one, and he knew that.When I looked up, he wasn’t afraid anymore. He was staring at me with the disgust I should have worn for him. His eyes were black, skin pale and etched with those crawling inky veins. He looked and felt… wrong.“You cannot be this shocked to see me standing here,” I started. “I won’
He didn’t break eye contact, and I braced for the fight. Then, he ran so fast that he almost tripped over the carpet.Ready to hunt? - I asked Aksala.I’m craving blood - She growled in response.I shed any part of me that thought this might be a bit sadistic and was left with a blazing fury that yearned for this game. Ten seconds, Miles - I crooned through the link - Are you running, or are you hiding?I stood in the very same place I had knelt in my parent's blood. I had come back triumphant, the leader of the pack that had taken me.So much blood had been spilled on my pack, but I was more than willing to add to it. I flipped the dagger in my hand, cool and unrelenting. It was as part of me as anything now. Blood Moon would not die. I stalked out of the office, ready for justice that I already knew would taste so bitterly sweet.Even without that power, he had that drew me to him, I could have found him based on scent alone. But I wanted to play. I wanted him to feel as much
He left a trail of blood behind him. I almost wondered if he were trying to give up; it didn't matter; his death would not be easy. So, I followed him through the packhouse, my packhouse, until his footsteps stopped. I hunted him down the hall where Ezra and I had stood previously, it was the place I was that night when I found, but those memories were only fuel for my vengeance. I want you to know that you will be erased from history entirely. Everything you hoped to have achieved, everything you wanted, was for nothing. I’ll give you some time to process that. I studied the dust through the shut windows, and the room, and…. Was he really hiding behind a curtain? The only thing you’ll be remembered for is the color in this hall I’ll have matched to your blood. I mentally calculated the height and walked towards the curtain, sticking the dagger through the fabric and, hopefully, through his manhood. The pig-like squeal I elicited from him told me I hit at least one of the m
*Trigger warning for this book. Murder and talk of sexual assault*I stood in blackness, darker than anything I have seen or felt before, it pulsed through me. It was me.My parent's bodies under my feet were twisted and bloodied, indicating a death that was anything but painless; I knew they fought back until the very end.Blood was the only thing that I could smell; its thick tang coated the air, coated my hands. I knew they were there, but my head was clouded, my vision blurry from the moment I stumbled upon them.Looking for them for solace, to help me, but it was too late, and I could do nothing to help them.I fell to my knees, accepting my fate. I reached for their hands, still warm from the life that was just taken from them.I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t feel.I sat there waiting to die with them, wanting to die with them.I had nothing to live for, no one else to live for. Everyone was gone.I couldn’t feel anything, but the hollowness, the complete emptiness that shook me to m
I stopped by the kitchen, where it was a bustle of activity.“Miss Simone, can I help you with something?” The head omega, Amelia, wiped her hands on her apron and offered me a genuine smile.The omega’s here always treated me kindly and respected the station I once held, now reduced to nothing besides my powerful bloodline.I shook my head, “I don’t want to be any trouble, I just came for a snack.” She nodded and let me pass. I knew where everything was here; this place has become my refuge since I was allowed out of my room.This kitchen was the only place that I felt remotely comfortable in since I lost my home. I craved the warmth of the place and the constant activity that helped to distract me from those thoughts and memories that replayed themselves in my mind whenever I had a moment of solitude.I went right toward what I was looking for. I knew this kitchen and the rest of the castle well from hours spent wandering alone. I made to pick up an apple slice covered in cinnamon a
“He will reject me, please; there will be so many omegas that would want to sleep with you.” The words were clearer as I inched closer, I could smell her fear; she knew that no one was coming for her. I knew that feeling all too well.“But I want you,” That boy crooned, “And I always get what I want," He growled.I took a few more steps until I was around the corner facing the alcove where he had her.“Now,” He carried on, his voice made me shudder, “Turn around and pull up your dress for a future Alpha, or will I have to do it for you.”I took a few loud steps, and they both stared at me, the omega with tears streaming down her face. Young, I didn’t know her name actually, and the visiting Alpha’s son, whose name I never wanted to know, stared back at me.The Alpha's son gave me a lazy grin but didn’t loosen his grip on the terrified girl.“Oh, I was just going to my room. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I looked away from them, ashamed of what I walked in on.I took a risk and made to
*FLASHBACK*It was my favorite night of the year. A celebration that was just for our pack that everyone took part in.We lived on blessed lands, ones gifted by the Moon Goddess herself, and tonight we thanked her for it and honored our history.Most of the pack thought that at least, but I, as an Alpha’s daughter, knew that it was much more than a celebration.Tonight was the night that our lands regenerated.It wasn’t the Alphas who were blessed but the land itself that we took our strength from. We had a reputation for being fair but we were strong, and my dad made sure that we lived up to the gift we had been blessed with.Our pack was known for being fearless warriors, some mistook us for ones that had an insane amount of bloodlust, but we never went in a fight unprovoked. We trained to defend our lands so that no one thought of going up against us. We had a reputation to uphold long before my dad became Alpha.We were untouchable. The Blood Moon pack hadn’t lost a battle in a h