Moonlit Fury: Chapter 1

All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over.




Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal.




The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son.




Our son.




I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her.




But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live.




My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face.




It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her.




I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I motioned for Orion and Sirius to be quiet. They are the reason I was able to find her in the first place. All I did was give them her stuff, and they were pawing away, like police dogs. They laid down on the ground, fangs retracting into their mouth. They were a rare breed, animals who had been subjected to Sycamore’s potions.




It was eerily quiet, and the only sound was the soft whistle of the wind. I walked stealthily toward her, gripping the dagger Massa had given me hard. It took everything in me not to stab him in the heart, after what he did to me. Fucking me up with his spells wasn’t cool, and giving me a weapon designed to kill the mother of my child is not cool either.




The grasses licked my boot-clad feet as I approached. A few steps more and I will be looming over her, bringing my dagger closer to her heart. I expected someone or anything to come at me, maybe Mujin, her guard or Mila, her obedient maid, or even Cocci, the fucking betrayer. But no, nothing. Perhaps, they had already sensed my presence and decided to leave her to her fate.




As I cautiously approached the sweetheart garden, the soft, hypnotic descent of snowflakes filled the air, creating a serene and almost dreamlike atmosphere. My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions.




Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.




The dampness of her clothes clung to her skin, tracing the contours of a small baby bump that told a story of new life. The outlines were delicate and beautiful, a testament to the life growing within her. Her vulnerability was palpable, even in slumber, and it tugged at the corners of my heart.




As the snow continued to fall, it added a touch of magic to the scene, covering Crinka's resting form with a thin layer of glistening crystals. It was a picture of fragility and innocence, a moment frozen in time amidst the wintry beauty of the sweetheart garden. I listen to her heartbeat, wishing I could record the sound before I put a stop to her beating heart forever.




Then I would die, and so will our son.




I inhale sharply as I fall on my knees beside her, raising my blade. I take in her face, the soft lines of her body, her curves and scars, imprinting the picture in my head forever, before I fall on her, dead to the world. I wonder if father would bother to look for our bodies. Or if he would bury us if he found us.




The curved blade glinted in the moonlight, and I stared at the sharp edge, jealous of the fact that it would be the last thing touching her skin before she breathes her last. I bring it closer, holding it a few inches away from her broken heart. I feared she would open her eyes, knowing it would break her if she saw me now, holding a knife to her heart.




I would have buried it in, if she hadn’t come for me first.




“Step back away from the body, iceboy.”




It took me a moment to realize that I had been played. That the woman on the ground before me was not Crinka, but Mujin, the goddamn shapeshifter I had assigned to her as a guard. The real Crinka, however, stood behind me, pressing a steel blade to my throat.




I wouldn’t have stepped back, if the blade hadn’t been made with obsidian ore. I dropped the dagger and Mujin, now in his form, picked it up, hiding it from view. He was mocking me with his eyes, and I made a mental note to punch this motherfucker in the face before I leave this world.




“Hands behind your back now!”, she commanded, pressing the blade closer. I hissed, obeying her every command.




“Mujin, hold him down for me, please.”




The bastard did as he was told, applying pressure on my shoulder blades, making me uncomfortable. He released me once she had locked the cuffs in place.




I cannot believe that she had cuffed me with handcuffs made of obsidian ore.




The handcuffs bit into my wrists, their cold steel an uncomfortable reminder of my helplessness. Crinka's firm grip on my arm guided me forward, her steps confident and unyielding as we moved through the snowy landscape. My gaze shifted to the surreal beauty of the sweetheart garden we were leaving behind.




As we left the garden, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at the delicate flowers, their colors muted by the winter frost. Each blossom had once symbolized love and passion, but now, they seemed distant and cold, like the memory of what we once shared.




The trees around us stood tall and silent, their branches heavy with glistening snow. The world had taken on a hushed quality, and the only sound was the soft crunch of our footsteps on the snow-covered path.




My mind raced with thoughts of how I had ended up in this situation, led away by the woman I had once cared for. Crinka's eyes remained fixed ahead, her expression resolute and unreadable. She was leading me somewhere, and I could only wonder about her intentions and what lay ahead on this wintry journey.




We stopped before a cottage and I stared at the house, wondering who had inhabited it, and why I hadn’t seen it here before. I wanted to ask questions, but I felt that it would only upset her, so I remained shushed as I made my way up the small steps, and into the house. It was an open house, with the kitchen and sitting room, sharing the same space. There were a few plates in the sink, and I figured that there was someone else sharing the space with them.




Mila descended the stairs, her eyes widening when she saw me. She bowed before Crinka, taking off her damp cloak. She disappeared upstairs with the cloak, after exchanging whispers with Crinka. I wanted to listen in, but I figured that it wouldn’t matter anyway. Mujin kicked my knees and I fell on my face, grunting as the handcuffs bit deeper into my skin. He grabbed me by the lapels of my collar and lifted me until I was kneeling before Crinka, who stood before me, wearing an oversized tshirt. I guess the hearth makes the house warm enough, so that she wouldn’t have to wear sweaters or coats indoors. The hem of the shirt barely touched her knees, and I rested on my knees, enjoying the sight of her bare skin.




“What should we do with him?”, Mujin asked, and I hated the way he said we, like they were a thing. She inclined her head towards him.




“I would have put him in the basement, but that’s where our weaponry is, and I don’t want him rendering us powerless.”




Weaponry huh? From where? Who exactly had this cottage belonged to?




“So, what do you suggest?”




“I think he’s safer in my bedroom with me. That way, I can keep my eyes on him and not have to worry about you beating him into a pulp.”




“That’s not exactly a bad plan, baby girl.”




Baby girl? What the fuck? When the fuck did that happen?




She sighed. “Mujin, he might have tried to kill me, but he is still the prince. We ought to accord him that respect, so he’s staying with me. I saw his horse on our way here. Bring it around. We might need it.”




Again with the we. I wonder if they’ve slept together. I wouldn’t put it past her though. She has this thing for sleeping with attractive people she just met. Makes me wonder why she didn’t sleep with me on sight.




Mujin nodded and left. Now it was just us, and well, the maid who has refused to come downstairs.




I kept my gaze on the ground, refusing to look at her, even as her eyes raked me over. She heaved a sigh, and plopped down on the couch behind her. She leaned forward, and caressed my face in her hands. I don’t want her touching me.




“Why?”




Her question has me looking at her. There’s sorrow in her eyes, and her face had lost its glow.




I remained quiet, refusing to answer her. I don’t owe her shit. I am on an assignment and I intend to complete it.




I didn’t answer the first, so she asked another one. “How did you find me?”




I just stared. I didn’t want to talk.




She heaved a sigh. “Sia, this would be easier if you could just talk to me.”




I hated the way my name sounded in her mouth. I hated the way it rolled off her tongue. I licked my lips, preparing myself to speak.




“Uncuff me, and maybe I will consider it.”




“I can’t. You know I can’t.”




“It’s not that difficult. All you have to do is get the damn keys and uncuff me.”




“No.”




“Then I won’t talk.”




“Have it your way then. It’s not like I wanted to talk to you anyways,” she snarled, standing up.




We both know it’s a lie. She missed me just as she missed conversing with me, but she’s too big to admit it. I watch her as she ascends the stairs, gripping the rails for support. The pregnancy was getting to her, and I hated how weak and frail she looked.




She looked like an omega.




The thought angered me, because I knew she was anything but. I waited until she had disappeared from sight, before I ripped the cuffs in half, massaging my wrists. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, counting the minutes as I waited for Mujin to walk through that door.




He did, five minutes later, but he didn’t come alone.




Raising the wine goblet, I had been admiring earlier, I picked it up and threw it.




And as you know, I never miss my target.




I knew the fucker would dodge, try his best to escape it, so I threw it exactly where I knew he would seek protection.




It hit him square in the face, and I felt some of that fury within me subsidize.




Now, I want to talk.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Yes, there's a sequel for the book after all. I advise that you follow my Facebook page, Cool Lette, to know when this sequel will be available on FictionMe. Now, enjoy the synopsis, and a little insight.



Synopsis:

Chaos.

It has always been around, shimmering within the surface, waiting for someone or something to break the surface and set it free.

And I just happened to be the perfect someone.

I never meant to do it; it just sort of happened. Somehow, I had managed to set Sycamore free from the mental cage Sia had sentenced him to.

And now, Ruarc’s surrender to his Lycan was also my fault. Honestly, taking the blame wasn’t going to change the fact that I have broken the surface.

Chaos is here and I’m afraid it has come to stay.

*****

"I want her dead."

These four words, spoken with chilling determination, sliced through the frigid air of the Icelands like a sharp blade. The speaker, Thjis, whose eyes were once filled with compassion, now harbored an unrelenting verdict that sent shivers through anyone who heard them. The desolate expanse of the Icelands seemed to respond to his words, as if the very land itself trembled in acknowledgment of the gravity of his command.

Sia, standing amidst the harrowing aftermath of a lycan's rampage, turned to face his sovereign, his heart heavy with dread. "Dead, my king?" His voice quivered, echoing the uncertainty that had gripped his people in the wake of this calamity.

The king's gaze remained unyielding; his imposing figure silhouetted against the ghostly backdrop of moonlit snow. "Aye, Sia. She has been nothing but a harbinger of darkness, and this calamity only solidifies her fate."

Sia's mind raced, torn between the loyalty he held for his father and the complex web of emotions he shared with Crinka, the subject of Thjis's command.

"And you're telling me this because?" Sia questioned, seeking to understand the motivations behind this grim directive.

Thjis's stare didn't waver. "I want you to kill her."

Internally, Sia cursed. "Why me? I mean, if you want her dead so badly, you could have let Raja kill her."

"I want you to do it," Thjis reiterated firmly. "I could have sent any of your brothers, but you're the only one who knows that wolf. The only one who knows where she could be. Furthermore, I doubt any Icelander at the moment is in the right state of mind to take action after losing a loved one."

"I lost someone too!" Sia protested, the pain of his own loss adding to the turmoil in his heart.

"A whore you never appreciated doesn't count," Thjis retorted dismissively. "Now, as I was saying, her presence here has unleashed this carnage. The she-wolf has brought death upon our kind and those who served our kind. Her continued existence threatens our very survival."

"Raja killed those people, not her," Sia argued, desperately searching for a glimmer of mercy.

Thjis's eyes bore into Sia's, a storm of turmoil hidden within their depths. "She is the sole reason that lycan got full control in the first place," Thjis explained. "She had no right to spoil the season for us. Now, instead of enjoying the festivities like we are supposed to, we are outside burying our dead. I could have them brought back to life, but I can't do that with your cousin here."

Sia understood the gravity of the situation but couldn't shake the pain in his heart. "I understand, but she carried my child. Is there no path that leads to mercy?"

Thjis's expression remained steadfast, his verdict final. "The only means to safeguard the Icelands and its secrets is her demise. Once she's dead, bring her body back so that we can be sure."

"We?" Sia inquired, a hint of curiosity creeping into his voice.

"The elders," Thjis clarified. "Thanks to you and that she-wolf, I would have to make a trip to the House of Ruins to explain what happened."

"You don't owe them anything, Father," Sia argued, perhaps seeking a way to lighten the burden placed upon him.

Thjis's voice hardened. "Don't," he snarled. "It's true I don't owe them anything, but I would not risk the wrath of the House because of you. Do not return, if her body is not in a bag."

Sia's pleas fell on deaf ears as his father's determination remained unshaken. "Father…" he began, but was swiftly cut off.

"Call me that one more time, and I'll rip out your tongue," Thjis threatened, his resolve unwavering. "Now, go out there, hunt down that wolf, kill her, and bring her body to me."



Chapter 1

All I had to do was drive a stake through her heart and it would be all over.

Father wouldn’t have to make the trip. The burden on our heads would be gone, and things would go back to being normal.

The only disadvantage of her death, would be mine, and that of our son.

Our son.

I don’t want him to die, but he has to. I had to choose, and I chose her.

But what does it matter now? I have been asked to kill her, and it would be treason on my path if I let her live.

My weapon was sharpened, and all I had to do was kill her and be done with it. A slit at her throat or a stab to her heart. She wouldn’t see it coming, my blade, not when she’s fast asleep at the sweetheart garden, the moon casting a soft glow over her peaceful face.

It’s funny that she can sleep so peacefully after the stunt she pulled. I envied her for a moment, envied her ability to sleep despite the shit that was happening around her.

I jumped down from the horse, landing on my feet swiftly. Whipping out my blade, I motioned for Orion and Sirius to be quiet. They are the reason I was able to find her in the first place. All I did was give them her stuff, and they were pawing away, like police dogs. They laid down on the ground, fangs retracting into their mouth. They were a rare breed, animals who had been subjected to Sycamore’s potions.

It was eerily quiet, and the only sound was the soft whistle of the wind. I walked stealthily toward her, gripping the dagger Massa had given me hard. It took everything in me not to stab him in the heart, after what he did to me. Fucking me up with his spells wasn’t cool, and giving me a weapon designed to kill the mother of my child is not cool either.

The grasses licked my boot-clad feet as I approached. A few steps more and I will be looming over her, bringing my dagger closer to her heart. I expected someone or anything to come at me, maybe Mujin, her guard or Mila, her obedient maid, or even Cocci, the fucking betrayer. But no, nothing. Perhaps, they had already sensed my presence and decided to leave her to her fate.

As I cautiously approached the sweetheart garden, the soft, hypnotic descent of snowflakes filled the air, creating a serene and almost dreamlike atmosphere. My breath hung in the frosty air as I laid eyes on Crinka, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions.

Crinka lay there, sprawled out on the ground, the snowflakes gently blanketing her like a protective shroud. Her once-vibrant red hair cascaded around her head, its fiery hue contrasting beautifully against the pristine white of the snow. Her eyes were closed, their long lashes resting peacefully on her cheeks, shielding her dreams from the world.

The dampness of her clothes clung to her skin, tracing the contours of a small baby bump that told a story of new life. The outlines were delicate and beautiful, a testament to the life growing within her. Her vulnerability was palpable, even in slumber, and it tugged at the corners of my heart.

As the snow continued to fall, it added a touch of magic to the scene, covering Crinka's resting form with a thin layer of glistening crystals. It was a picture of fragility and innocence, a moment frozen in time amidst the wintry beauty of the sweetheart garden. I listen to her heartbeat, wishing I could record the sound before I put a stop to her beating heart forever.

Then I would die, and so will our son.

I inhale sharply as I fall on my knees beside her, raising my blade. I take in her face, the soft lines of her body, her curves and scars, imprinting the picture in my head forever, before I fall on her, dead to the world. I wonder if father would bother to look for our bodies. Or if he would bury us if he found us.

The curved blade glinted in the moonlight, and I stared at the sharp edge, jealous of the fact that it would be the last thing touching her skin before she breathes her last. I bring it closer, holding it a few inches away from her broken heart. I feared she would open her eyes, knowing it would break her if she saw me now, holding a knife to her heart.

I would have buried it in, if she hadn’t come for me first.

“Step back away from the body, iceboy.”

It took me a moment to realize that I had been played. That the woman on the ground before me was not Crinka, but Mujin, the goddamn shapeshifter I had assigned to her as a guard. The real Crinka, however, stood behind me, pressing a steel blade to my throat.

I wouldn’t have stepped back, if the blade hadn’t been made with obsidian ore. I dropped the dagger and Mujin, now in his form, picked it up, hiding it from view. He was mocking me with his eyes, and I made a mental note to punch this motherfucker in the face before I leave this world.

“Hands behind your back now!”, she commanded, pressing the blade closer. I hissed, obeying her every command.

“Mujin, hold him down for me, please.”

The bastard did as he was told, applying pressure on my shoulder blades, making me uncomfortable. He released me once she had locked the cuffs in place.

I cannot believe that she had cuffed me with handcuffs made of obsidian ore.

The handcuffs bit into my wrists, their cold steel an uncomfortable reminder of my helplessness. Crinka's firm grip on my arm guided me forward, her steps confident and unyielding as we moved through the snowy landscape. My gaze shifted to the surreal beauty of the sweetheart garden we were leaving behind.

As we left the garden, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at the delicate flowers, their colors muted by the winter frost. Each blossom had once symbolized love and passion, but now, they seemed distant and cold, like the memory of what we once shared.

The trees around us stood tall and silent, their branches heavy with glistening snow. The world had taken on a hushed quality, and the only sound was the soft crunch of our footsteps on the snow-covered path.

My mind raced with thoughts of how I had ended up in this situation, led away by the woman I had once cared for. Crinka's eyes remained fixed ahead, her expression resolute and unreadable. She was leading me somewhere, and I could only wonder about her intentions and what lay ahead on this wintry journey.

We stopped before a cottage and I stared at the house, wondering who had inhabited it, and why I hadn’t seen it here before. I wanted to ask questions, but I felt that it would only upset her, so I remained shushed as I made my way up the small steps, and into the house. It was an open house, with the kitchen and sitting room, sharing the same space. There were a few plates in the sink, and I figured that there was someone else sharing the space with them.

Mila descended the stairs, her eyes widening when she saw me. She bowed before Crinka, taking off her damp cloak. She disappeared upstairs with the cloak, after exchanging whispers with Crinka. I wanted to listen in, but I figured that it wouldn’t matter anyway. Mujin kicked my knees and I fell on my face, grunting as the handcuffs bit deeper into my skin. He grabbed me by the lapels of my collar and lifted me until I was kneeling before Crinka, who stood before me, wearing an oversized tshirt. I guess the hearth makes the house warm enough, so that she wouldn’t have to wear sweaters or coats indoors. The hem of the shirt barely touched her knees, and I rested on my knees, enjoying the sight of her bare skin.

“What should we do with him?”, Mujin asked, and I hated the way he said we, like they were a thing. She inclined her head towards him.

“I would have put him in the basement, but that’s where our weaponry is, and I don’t want him rendering us powerless.”

Weaponry huh? From where? Who exactly had this cottage belonged to?

“So, what do you suggest?”

“I think he’s safer in my bedroom with me. That way, I can keep my eyes on him and not have to worry about you beating him into a pulp.”

“That’s not exactly a bad plan, baby girl.”

Baby girl? What the fuck? When the fuck did that happen?

She sighed. “Mujin, he might have tried to kill me, but he is still the prince. We ought to accord him that respect, so he’s staying with me. I saw his horse on our way here. Bring it around. We might need it.”

Again with the we. I wonder if they’ve slept together. I wouldn’t put it past her though. She has this thing for sleeping with attractive people she just met. Makes me wonder why she didn’t sleep with me on sight.

Mujin nodded and left. Now it was just us, and well, the maid who has refused to come downstairs.

I kept my gaze on the ground, refusing to look at her, even as her eyes raked me over. She heaved a sigh, and plopped down on the couch behind her. She leaned forward, and caressed my face in her hands. I don’t want her touching me.

“Why?”

Her question has me looking at her. There’s sorrow in her eyes, and her face had lost its glow.

I remained quiet, refusing to answer her. I don’t owe her shit. I am on an assignment and I intend to complete it.

I didn’t answer the first, so she asked another one. “How did you find me?”

I just stared. I didn’t want to talk.

She heaved a sigh. “Sia, this would be easier if you could just talk to me.”

I hated the way my name sounded in her mouth. I hated the way it rolled off her tongue. I licked my lips, preparing myself to speak.

“Uncuff me, and maybe I will consider it.”

“I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“It’s not that difficult. All you have to do is get the damn keys and uncuff me.”

“No.”

“Then I won’t talk.”

“Have it your way then. It’s not like I wanted to talk to you anyways,” she snarled, standing up.

We both know it’s a lie. She missed me just as she missed conversing with me, but she’s too big to admit it. I watch her as she ascends the stairs, gripping the rails for support. The pregnancy was getting to her, and I hated how weak and frail she looked.

She looked like an omega.

The thought angered me, because I knew she was anything but. I waited until she had disappeared from sight, before I ripped the cuffs in half, massaging my wrists. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, counting the minutes as I waited for Mujin to walk through that door.

He did, five minutes later, but he didn’t come alone.

Raising the wine goblet, I had been admiring earlier, I picked it up and threw it.

And as you know, I never miss my target.

I knew the fucker would dodge, try his best to escape it, so I threw it exactly where I knew he would seek protection.

It hit him square in the face, and I felt some of that fury within me subsidize.

Now, I want to talk.



AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So, I decided to write a draft for the first chapter of Moonlit Fury, the sequel to Alpha and Omega, and I want you guys to let me know what you think of it in the comment section.

Whee! I can't believe I'm in Book 2. Anyways, Moonlit Fury will be coming to Anystories soon, and I hope you all are as excited as I am.

And yes, this book will be written from Nasia's point of view.

It would be my first time writing from a male's point of view, and I would really appreciate it if you could tell me if you think it's good, or if I should stick with Crinka.

Please don't ghost me on this.

If you enjoyed Alpha and Omega, please give this book a review to show love.

The final goodbye,

Your ever-loving authoress,

Cool Lette.