Alan
In the empire, it was said that every decade the full moon hid in the red mist, on the so-called Night of the Blessing. Legend said that the first baby born would be blessed by the gods, destined for prosperity and the protection of the lineage; any other would be common and unlucky. My alpha blindly believed this. His brother had died, leaving only the pregnant widow, and that baby was his chance to honor the deceased. - Be less selfish. - he said, coldly. - My brother's son must be born first. And that's how she left me locked in the iron room, alone, while I begged, bled and my baby died. Later, a maid lied to him that the child and I had died. I survived and fled. Two years later, between flashes and screams in the street, he saw me. She felt my pheromones before her eyes believed it: I was alive, and I was no longer just a ghost.
About Alan
In the empire, it was said that every decade the full moon hid in the red mist, on the so-called Night of the Blessing. Legend said that the first baby born would be blessed by the gods, destined for prosperity and the protection of the lineage; any other would be common and unlucky. My alpha blindly believed this. His brother had died, leaving ...Read more