Ludovic's POV
"Awww" Amber meowed at me. She wore a cute face with her hands clasped on both sides of her cheeks."It's a title oversized, but it'll works just fine." I smiled into the full length mirror screwed into the concrete wall in Amber's small square room. The Morning Sun Motel is her home, as well as her work place.I had never seen her with a relative from near or far away. She is lonely; just as I am. We had that in common, and I took it upon myself to spend time with her every night with a bottle of whisky, laughing over old jokes. Some of them are bland, but sweet Amber had a way of re-jigging the jokes to make them come out fresh as a new born.I looked at her through the mirror and I saw why I had held back my primal instincts. She was an angel to good to be snacked upon. Order than the fact that I am in enemy territory, she had the strings of my happiness tied mischievously around her fingers. She pulled them at will, and who am to stop her?Well, I have to give up my cheeks for a good stretch sometimes to return the good nature. We made a good team, like mother and son.Like mother and son."I knew you'd look smashing in it." She chuckled throatily, raising her right brow at me."I can see that," I winked at my reflection in the mirror with pride, buttoning the black plaid shirt halfway to reveal my buffer chest. I rolled up the sleeves and stopped halfway up my forearms. It was tight around my arms, giving me a sense of ownership. I always love them tight.Like Iris' juicy fold. Tight and ymmy."You should be a model, baby boy." She dragged, pouting her lips."Not again, Amber. A black shirt and a baggy pant doesn't make a model of a man." I replied, grinning at her reflection in the mirror."How about complementing your dress with a twentieth century Chelsea boots?" She came up beside me with the pair in her right hand. They appeared used, but not worn out.I took them from her with a raise of my brows, "Still, it's not enough." I bent down beside her to try them on. My feet sat into the old shoes without slacks. Nice."If it's up to me, you'll make a good model. You're way better than those scowling horse fish strutting down the catwalk with ugly faces." She folded her hands below her bosom."Right." I scoffed, rising up to feel the shoes on my feet."I'm serious, Vic." She called me Vic whenever it was important, just like mother. Everything about her is a replica of my mother. When mother gets better, I must introduce Amber to her. After telling her the truth.For her own good, she must be left in the dark about who I really was.She poked me in the side with her elbow to make me see her point."Ow, what was that for!" I wore a comical look, holding the spot as if it had caused me actual pain."Stop acting like a pussy. You just fucked a young girl last night.""I thought we're over that topic?""I can say whatever whenever." She pouted."Who did these 80's fashion wears belong to anyway?" I asked, coiling the checkered Kashmir scarf around my neck she held out to me.Her shoulders sagged. The question obviously had permeated a sealed compartment in her memory. I fear I had tampered with an old scar. A forlorn look masked her features, which cut through my heart.Why does she make me so soft? Why do I feel so human around her? How could a human make me switch my emotions without even knowing?"You don't have to say anything, if you don't want to talk. I'll understand." I added quickly."They were Geoffrey's." She blinked."Are you sure about this, Amber?" If she cried, it was certain I would shed a fountain in return."He was the best thing that ever happened to me." She settled at the edge of the bed, with her hands placed on her laps. I sat beside her to give her all the moral support she would be needing in the course of the expurgation."Was he your husband?" I asked calmly."He was my husband, my best friend, my confidante, my fight buddy, and everything there is that makes a woman happy in a man." She turned to look at me, managing a smile, and I smiled in return to comfort her."Sound like a lucky man to me." I added."No. I am the lucky one," she smiled, then continued. " He was the best cook in the world that ever lived. You should taste his Jambalaya and apple pie. You're gonna love them and never want to taste another hand. He made them with all the love and precision there is in the world.""The recipe?" I asked with a grin.She scoffed and turned her face away from me. "I do have them. But I could never do it like he does it. I was always a bad cook, and I still am.""How did he die?" I got to the climax of the story. The introduction seemed to be a tag along that needed to give way for the main plot.She snorted deeply, and stood up to face the window overlooking the lush woods spread across the lonely road. Her brown skin glowed in the rays of the sun."He died in the war."From where I sat, I could not see her face clearly. But I sensed the change in the atmosphere precipitated by the anger in her voice."Was he a soldier?" I coaxed. My brows knotted in wanton curiosity."My Geoffrey would never kill anything that had red in it's veins." She blurted."Where you attacked?" I was puzzled. If he was not a soldier, what could have killed him?"It was our fifteenth wedding anniversary that fateful night. Geoffrey had prepared the table with red candles and fairy lights decorating the dining. Jambalaya and apple pie were sitted at the centre of the table, ready to be dug into with a bottle of sparkling white wine. Lest I forget, the moon was bright and full.Geoffrey was looking like every woman's dream in his sweatshirt and denim jean that night. I was as giddy as a new lover, enjoying the night with my Geoffrey sitted opposite me.All of a sudden, the night went south when two beta wolves stormed into our house. Their piercing yellow eyes were void of any ounce of remorse, as they pounced on us.Geoffrey reached for the shotgun stacked under the round dining table, aiming it at the blood thirsty animals to scare them of. Someone would have said it was a foolish move, but you can't blame us; it was our safety mechanism in times like that.One of them pounced on me, barring his fangs at me, while the second werewolf attacked Geoffrey. I ran the table knives through the mouth of the werewolf that pinned me to the ground, and managed to rush off into the kitchen where I locked the door.The wolf banged and scratched at the door to break it loses. I swear to God, Vic, I thought I would die that night.I reached for a non stick frying pan and held it up to hit the wolf with if it got in. It wasn't long before I heard gunshots and angry growls tearing the night apart from the sitting room, but I couldn't do anything about it. I was scared to the marrow.Suddenly, the wolf gnawing at the kitchen door stopped it's attempted entrance into the kitchen. I was confused because I knew they wouldn't stop until their fucking thirst is satisfied. I heard a couple more gun shots and everywhere was still.After much deliberation, I tiptoed to the kitchen and turned the door knob to open the door. I saw the werewolves on the floor naked, with their heads blown away to paste. Geoffrey was wounded. He had been bitten in the neck.I rushed over to his side to try all l I could to help him, but I couldn't stop the bleeding. Even in pain, he tried to assure me all would be fine, when it was glaring it was all a lie. That was the first time he had ever lied to me."She scoffed and sniffed away a tear. "My sweet Geoffrey would never lie to me.""Now I know why you said you're the lucky one." I smiled.She smiled back and continued. "Being a full moon, he didn't want to change. He didn't want to be like what he detested with all his life. He told me he loved me, and kissed me for the last time, before blowing off his own head right in front of me."She turned her body to face me. Her countenance was different. She had a look of terror and sheer determination on her face."Since then, I swore to have my revenge on every fucking hybrid in the world."I stood up to collect her into my embrace. Her sobs broke through the barricade in my heart, melting it into vulnerability. "It'll be all right, mother. I'm here now."I was still surprised I called Amber mother, when a hand grenade shattered the window panes and dropped into the room."Get down," I shouted.Ludovic's POVKa-boom!The grenade went off, destroying every item in its radius. Shards of glass pierced into my back as I shielded Amber with my body. Unlike me, if she sustained grave injuries, she might run into shock, or bleed to death.When I noticed she was not looking, I shook off some of the glass pieces and felt my flesh closing up, but slowly. The sickness made my healing process slow, even as a Lycan. My speed had reduced; same as my strength and keen sense of smell. They were all affected."Iris, where are you?" I gnashed.I wrapped myself around her to keep her shivering body still. But it was not enough to keep her still. Her body quaked with great force like a leaf in a thunderstorm. "Are we under attack?" She gritted, her eyes opened wide.The fire crawled to the bed, licking the dry cotton and maple frame greedily with a crackling sound. Thick smoke rolled out of the burning fabric and the creaking wood, saturating the room. We must get out of the room, or I would hav
Gustav's POV"Ludovic." His name tasted sour on my lips. Thinking about him and all the hardships he had caused me and my pack made me angry at myself. Maybe it was because he had a better strategy than I did. Or maybe because he was born a Lycan, and I, a struggling hybrid.For all I cared, being a Lycan in a battle of werewolves was an unfair tool to bring into the game.I gulped the remaining glass of '74 McKinnen Scotch down my patched throat and refilled the old fashioned glass cup in a haste. Dry scotch on a patched throat- a very bad combo no one would tell you not to try.Regardless, I poured myself another glass, and leaned back into my black rotating chair in my commodious office."That cheating Lycan. He also got the girl before me." I downed the second glass, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My body trembled with so much vexation that I feared for the vodka glass cups in my hand.I was hopeless. I was not winning the protracted war, and to make matters worse, it d
Gustav's POV'A silver bullet? Where the hell did she get a silver bullet?'My thoughts were disheveled as I marched into the dungeon in the basement of the mansion. Drogo trailed behind me panting helplessly. He was becoming old to keep up with the widening gap between us. Even as a werewolf, your glory days are numbered. Drogo's glory days ended with my father's reign. My time to lead was here.No, my time to rule had come, and I was having a field day at it. Father would look down from heaven, or up from hell in awe, that I surpassed his fears and limitations.We got to the mouth of the dungeon, and turned of a big flashlight affixed to a hinge on the wall to brighten the dark corridor. The corridor was as quiet as a graveyard, except for the tapping of our shoes against the concrete floor.The dungeon could pass for a graveyard after all. Both humans and werewolves in their drones had been tortured to death by my skillful hands in the same room Iris was being held.Seeing my victi
Ludovic's POV"I'm so sorry about your place. I know you had lots of memories established here."Amber and I stood outside the ruins of the Morning Sun Motel, hand-in-hand. Her face was as expressionless as a still lake. I could give a penny for her thought, but I was damn sure that whatever the clogs in her head were tuning were not happy moments. We watched with regret, as the flames from the building travelled up to the roof, burning half of the building. In no time, it extended its destructive tongue to the other parts of the building."You know, this place used to be Geoffrey's idea." She began. "We spent all of our lives and time building this legacy out of nothing."I shifted my gaze from the burning ruins to look into her eyes. The reflection of the roaring flames were vivid in her blue orbs. She was a strong woman, full of surprises; but no doubt, she was shaken up badly."Do you want to talk about it?" I placed my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to myself. She rec
Iris' POV"Ah!" I peeled my lazy eyes open to the soft yellow beam from a semi-flushed mount dropping from a false ceiling in a strange room. I was too weak to move an arm or raise my body to examine the room I was.Suddenly, I forced mg eyes open, forgetting the pain throbbing my temples. 'Have I been fucked again?' I asked myself, raising the black blanket to see if I was naked.'What a relief. I have a pink nightie covering me this time.' I closed my eyes in relief and sat up on the bed, leaning my back against the puffy pillows that once cushioned my head. The last memory I remembered was me kneeling on a cold concrete floor in a cold dungeon being punished by my psychopathic Alpha mate, Gustav. He had said something about helping me unlock my caged wolf by having sex with me, to which I rebutted sternly."Are... Are... Are you all right, my dear?" A nasal female voice broke through my thought, bringing me back to the room. She was not alone. Gustav and Drogo were with her opposi
Iris' POVHis thin lips melted into mine, mingling with the rapturous taste of the meat loaf in my mouth. I wanted to push him far away from me, but my senses were numbed by his overpowering kisses. He was a ruthless maniac who would not bat an eye to torture me at will.He can not drizzle me with sultry kisses one minute, and the next minute, went ballistic on me. If no one said it, I was better than being his submissive plaything. I need to do something to remind him of that. And fast."I said I'm hungry." I turned my face away from him, looking at the large expanse of forestry stretched across the uncultivated plains. I did not develop a sudden keen interest in observing the importance of nature to humanity, but it was the better place to look at than getting lost in Gustav's weakening seductions.He moved away from me, and sat up straight on the edge of the bed. He swept his hands down his face as if he wanted to clear his vision.Maybe he forget the injustice he meted out to me in
Gustav's POVHer breathing was coming in hard and hot against my nose and cheek. She shrieked at the instance of my fingers brushing past the opening of her cunt. The sticky cream that greeted my fingers escalated my desires beyond the mundane to a realm full of milk and rainbows.Kissing her and finger fucking her soaking walls at the same time was all it took to bulge my dormant dick to action. It pulsed beneath my suit pants, begging for freedom like a caged animal set free.She pulled back from the kiss and mumbled some words that sounded like a plea."Don't... stop.., Alpha Gustav." Her left had found my right hand on her cunt, gripping it tightly. She definitely was enjoying the sneaky entrance.I wondered how she would feel when I devoured her. My grand entrance would leave her begging for more."You're a pathetic slut, Wild Dog." I kissed the inside of her neck, savoring the scent of the flowery air freshener in my room that lingered on her pale skin. Blood salivated, purring fr
Iris' POV'You're toast now.' my subconscious reprimanded me. 'how could you have moaned his name in his presence?'It felt as if a scale had suddenly fallen out of my eyes. Screaming his name into Gustav's ears was a very bad idea I couldn't take back. In my proper reasoning, I wouldn't have said his name into Gustav's ears on purpose. But when I shut my eyes in climax, I saw Ludovic's face with my mind's eye. He was sinking in a quick sand with no one to pull him out. It felt so real that I thought I was there with him.Telling Gustav what I saw would only infuriate him further. So, I kept mute and braced myself for what came next. 'Dungeon, did you miss me?'"How dare you?!" He barred his teeth at me, lifting his face for me to see between my parted thighs. His face had a mixture of vexation and my cum splashed over it. That was not the way I thought the evening was going to end, but apparently, the vision had a plan of its own. A plan that sucks and got me fucked. "I don't know