There were voices in my head. Or atleast around. All I know is someone was talking, mumbling. There wss an argument ensuing around me when I came to. The second my eyes open, I'm met with the sight of a young man arguing with an older woman."Quiet, she's awake.'' The woman says as I touch my head, feeling dizzy. The bright light around us did nothing short of a painful dammage to my eyes. I touched my stomach, worried for my baby."Where am I?'' I look around, and the man is standing a distance from me, staring down at me angrily. the woman, narrowed in on me with a bowl of water at hand."Here, have some water.'' When she came closer, I recognized her. The high priestess."What am I doing here? Where's Lucas?'' My questions fell on deaf ears when she forced the bowl of water in my mouth, forcing me to drink from it."Did she just call the Lycan King by his name?'' The angry man standing at the corners spoke."I told you she was a curse on our customs.'' The high priestess set down t
"Run, Elara, Run!'' I jolted up in a thick sweat, sitting up caused a sudden blinding pain at the back of my head. I winced as I tried to refocus my sight on my surroundings. That voice was my mother's. I'd had nightmares about the day she left. i tried to forget them and move on, but every moment I live pondering on the tragedy of my life is a stark reminder of how unlucky I am. "Don't get up too quickly. Your wounds are healing, but slowly.'' The sound of a man, a voice, reached out from around. I turned, but I still felt so dizzy that I could barely keep my head up. My sight was blurry, I had a terrible headache. "My baby..'' I touched my stomach as I tried to stay awake. I could see a figure walking up to me. I felt scared. "Rest.'' the voice said, "Both you and your miracle baby will be fine.'' Someone touched my shoulders as they pushed me down. I tried to fight it, but was too weak. I slowly lost consciousness, falling back into that sleep that felt like a prison. ...
"You're healed!'' He said, more to himself than me. He raised a brow, seeming suprised. "I didn't think I'd survive that.'' I laughed, trying to ease the akward silence. He looked down at me as he finished taking off the remaining of the bandaid on my head. "The injuries are all gone, it's like there were never there. The trauma to your head is well head and only clotted blood remains, but you can easily was that off when you're feeling better.'' He smiled, he set the bandages as he moved back. "Here, you might be thirsty.'' I took the bowl of water and drank from it. All the while he was just staring at me. "Your baby, how do you feel about having so much power?'' "Power?'' I handed back the bowl. "Well yeah, carrying a Lycan in your womb amplies your own wolf abilities. It's a thank you from mother nature i guess.'' "A thank you for what?'' I sat up, feeling more comfortable. "For banging a beast.'' he laughed. "Hey! That's my mate you're taking about.'' I playfully hit
FlashbackAlone! Despised and Rejected. That is how I saw myself. That Is how they all saw me. I was the pack reject, or, the fancy word, an omega. The lowest of ranks among the wolves and the most worthless.“You should have just died with your parents, freak!” Mia repeated, kicking me while I was down.“I don’t get why you’re still here. Your parents were traitors!’’ Mike added.“You don’t belong here.” Jennifer said. “You’re not one of us, you’re a pathetic excuse of a werewolf.’’“You’re weaker than a human. You disgust me!’’And the insults were hauled, one after another. I’m not sure for how long they kicked my stomach, or how many times I was punched after they encouraged me to get back up. The truth is, after you're beaten while down, then you learn a lesson. You get used to staying down. To take a beating.“Alright, come on guys.’’ Mistress Maggy called out, approaching from a distance. “That’s enough.’’ She said, pulling Jennifer, her daughter, away. She stood next to the ot
“What’s worse than being an omega?’’ The question echoed in my mind as I ran. The cool breeze did not feel relaxing against my skin anymore. The tears that stained my eyes dried off, clotting on my face and leaving an indentation of how much I had lost. I stopped in my tracks, staring back at the distant white line that marked our pack boundary. Now, it would be but a distant memory in my mind. A place of horror and pain. Banished with nothing. Rejected for being a nothing. My parents died for nothing. All my life, I have seeked the approval of pack members that have barely seen me. I have been hated, spat on, misunderstood, tortured, overwhelmed with chores and always a people pleaser. Am I worth anything more? I pick up the pace and I start running again. This time not looking back. Trying to forget where I had come from and what had happened. But the words of Alpha Gale are still repeating in my head. My life was over. there was nothing left for me anymore. I approach a lit
When I woke up, the hardest part was slipping away from the strong arms that held me. The handsome stranger, who still looked amazing wrapped in just sheets, had a tight grip on me, like he was afraid I'd leave.I did not know what he’d want from me after last night. Flashbacks of it still make me clench my thighs. After successfully slipping past his iron grip, I collect my clothes, putting them on in a hurry.. The soreness between my legs certainly did not help with anything. But I remembered Alpha Gale, and how he wanted to make me his slave. I need to run before the same thing happens with him. When I slip past the door, I tip toe slowly across the hallway, making sure that the guards who’d fallen asleep could hardly hear me. Finally, when out of the empty tarven, I make a run for it in the opposite direction I’d come from, heading into an uncharted territory of bushes and trees. Suddenly, a voice from behind rutles me. I turn around, only to catch a glimpse none other than Alph
Horror had spread over his face, his expression indicated this was not what he wanted. He stood up, taking a step back abruptly. His eyes grew wide as they met mine again. "That's impossible.'' He let out, clenching his fists. "You don't believe me?'' "Why would I ever believe you?'' His voice reverbrated through the empty space between us, catching me offguard. "You're a whore, and now you're trying to trap me with a pregnancy that is not even mine. Tell me, who is the father of that child?'' His words caught me offguard, they echoed in my mind like a sounded gong. "Wha...What do you mean? I'm not a...I'm not a ..." "A whore? Come on now? You don't expect me to buy into that innocence of yours.'' He said, his voice pumped with malice. As i looked at him, i began to wonder what had changed so quickly. "Just because you want nothing to do with this baby gives you no right!'' "SILENCE!'' His authority enamated from his body, his voice, like a spell, took over me. I lost words
Lucas Morretti wasn't just a name that carried the mantle of fear and authority. And it certainly was not just a name belonging to an incredibly handsome face, a face i had sat on, and ridden. It was a name that resprented the error of a blood line that was never triffled with. The morretti Lycans had terrorised the lands for as long as time stretched. And they were feared. "You've got to believe me!'' I pleaded, panic rising inside me. There is no way, there has to be some kind of joke here. "And why should he?'' The high priestess asked in a rather cunning voice. "For all we know, you could be trying to baby trap our Alpha. They Lycan King does not take likely to such betrayals little one.'' The hall fell silent, Lucas, for once, avoided my eyes. Those same eyes that when casted on me brought shivers down my spine. "Lycan King Lucas Morretti is the last of his blood line!'' The words hung in the air, making the big fancy hall feel strange. My heart raced inside me as I stood