Desired by Two Alphas (Wolves of Westfall #1)

Chapter 5 The Devil does not Die Easily

“You must be relieved that I did not demote you as a Slave like your whining f*****g woman!”

Ansel endured the one hundred whipping of Cal, orchestrated by Giro, his most loyal best friend. The silver edge of the whip carved his back, bleeding it like watercolor on a canvas.

But his head remained lifted. Ansel’s expressions did not so much as falter. ‘I will not yield.’ Those words reverberated in his mind. ‘I do not yield.’

Cal demoted Ansel for a week as an Omega, where he would be denied his former privileges as a Beta and live and act and breathe as an Omega for seven days.

Though Cal can bury Ansel alive, he still needs two Firestarters—Giro and Ansel. That punishment was a mere show-off to display his dominance, his Alpha-ness. His brutality and devilish works.

In the corner, with his arms crossing as the Healers tended to his burnt woods, Alpha Cal was smirking, savoring the moment that he was finally able to whip the son of the Alpha he killed—the Alpha Ariel that slayed his brute cousin Alpha Jonas. Though his c**k is beyond repair, he has taken another Omega’s instead. And the poor dickless Omega was tending to the wound himself, without the aid of the healers save one to the benevolent Shiera, Giro’s sister, who gave him a vial of blood and honey.

But Cal’s amazed by the level of persistence of the werewolf. No matter how many times he provokes Ansel, he never explodes. It was only when he roughly played with that b***h named Sasha that Ansel lost control of his gifts and set everything on fire.

Everything. On. Fire.

The relics, the paintings, and other priceless possessions (save for the fangs of the previous Alphas) perished in the ‘accidental’ fire. Cal had taken Ansel’s bedroom on the west corridor for himself, as it is the second most grandiose bedroom in their pack, gifted by Alpha Ariel for his son’s eighteenth birthday. The male Omegas are now rebuilding his quarters, threatening to lock them in the dungeons if they don’t manage to fix his place in three days.

“One hundred!” Giro grunted in exhaustion, the silver-edged whip glinting in the Beta’s hands. Ansel’s vibrant blood makes the edges look like shimmering rubies.

“That’s enough.” Cal waved a command to the two.

Ansel ended up crashing on the floor, unable to stand without Giro’s assistance. Alpha Cal of the Fire Moon Pack only grinned like a lunatic when Ansel’s eyes darted toward him.

“I WILL KILL YOU!” Ansel mouthed wordlessly. Yet, even without his intimidating voice, Cal didn’t so much as wince and instead lifted his glass of wine in the air.

“I bet you will,” Cal breathed.

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“Ansel, the Omega. Not so bad though,” said the blonde Omega shaving the sheep.

“Nah, the Alpha finally came to his senses and realized that Ansel is fit to be an Omega,” said the other one.

“I heard he set the bed on fire when he found out that his lover was actually the Alpha’s mistress!”

Those were the words that a group of female Omegas were saying as Ansel passed by them, heading towards the horse barn where Sasha constantly took shelter.

“Where’s Sasha?” Klea, Sasha’s fellow Slave and female best friend, only shrugged her shoulders in answer. But her scent still lingers inside the barn, indicating that she didn’t leave not so long ago.

“Oh, Sasha…where are you?” He asked himself, looking for traces of her and even her footsteps in the mud. The black horse that is situated the nearest to the door whined and Ansel walked towards the animal. One look and he finally knew where Sasha must be—relishing the touch of the wind, away from his presence.

“Oh Moon Goddess…” Ansel Vaughan thanked the deity before sprinting towards The Red Lake, where Sasha usually harvests water to bathe the horses.

“Sasha!” Sasha Forster, a Slave whose body is still aching from Cal’s punishment atop the Alpha’s bed, already knew that voice’s owner.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Ansel, Beta of Cal and son of the late Alpha Ariel, asked in a fierce tone.

Sasha turned away from him as she scooped another bucket of fresh water from the lake. “I don’t see any reasons why I should not.”

“I told you already,” he sucked a breath. “I’m sorry.”

Sasha glared at him, one that pierced through his heart and soul. “Say that when you bring Cal’s head on a plate.”

Ansel laughed nervously, putting his hand on his waist. “Well, I bet you’ll frown if I bring you his ashes instead.”

Sasha didn’t heed his words.

“Look, Sasha…” Ansel raised his red lips lightly, “We can run away and go to the Rogues—”

“Without the Alpha’s permission?” She snorted. “You’re only looking at the easiest way our necks be hanged.” She became an entirely different person in the blink of an eye. Last night, she’s just whispering his name repeatedly as he moved inside her. But now… “We will soon have our happy ending.”

“When? Where? How?” Sasha only sneered at him. “All the words that come out of your mouth are nothing but empty promises, Ansel. Your apology is accepted,” her tone was full of emotions he could not distinguish. Ansel doesn’t know if she’s mad or disappointed or irritated.

He just counted the steps as Sasha walked away, hoping those steps will eventually lead back to him—to his arms.

Yet the tyranny of Alpha Cal is as domineering as ever, wrapping a chain around Sasha’s mind and heart. He is a storm that he cannot simply contend with his hands of fire and gift of heat.

It takes more than a gifted werewolf to take him down.

And Ansel will try again to bring Cal’s downfall. But this time, he would not stand alone waiting for a miracle to happen.

“I will gather allies to take him down!” He bellowed, hoping those words would reach Sasha Forster, his best friend and beloved. “I promise you, Sasha. I promise...”