-CLEO’S POV- Blayne was being impossible! The housebound was abolished, howbeit he wanted me to stay in the apartment like a blasted house rat. He was probably in a bad mood due to the argument we had this morning. I was the same. We argued and made up, and then argued again. The confinement of the dwelling made it insufferable to stay there. Blayne should hurry up with options that I could use to make my people feel contented. They were still homeless, alienated, and restless. The date tonight had better be worth it or else I will move out. Today, as usual, I went to the camping site. Even though Sheldon was usually helpful to everyone, his snobbery persisted. He had a genuine love for our people. The thing that disturbed them the most was what I was doing away from them. Was I having fun with my mate or badgering the Alpha King about our plight? The arrest remained untold. Again, I gave them a lengthy speech and reassured them that we were working on habitats while we set up add
-CLEO’S POV- Undiluted lust possessed us, driving me wild. In the fervid silence, our eyes appreciated each other’s bodies. His sexiness exuded from the black shirt with a white bike printed on the front that he wore with his taut muscles bulging underneath. My mouth salivates. The incendiary pleasure that his stare granted was different from what I felt this morning. My wolf was virtually humping the ground in my head, rolling around to sniff his scent while I had my eyes half closed from the electrical signals he transmitted through my body. My teeth began to hurt, and I felt the impulse to claim him. My tongue pleaded for just a taste since I wasn't used to this feverish pitch-black glare in his eyes. Fixed on mine, they drew me in, along with his lush lips. “All mine,” he whispered like he was daring me to defy him. He wipes his tongue across his upper lips, showing fangs. He quickly put his hands around my waist, pulling my body into his while I blinked in shock. My head was f
-BLAYNE’S POV – “Thank you, Blayne.” Sianna took the Regant file from me and the cyan face towel fell from her hand. The folder contained the list of the thirty-one children who were to be placed into our education system. “I’ll complete these later.” The swearing-in ceremony for the Regant Rogues was conducted four days ago and now Cleo has some peace. My protective arms encircled Cleo as she nestled up against my chest. I removed her tangled hair from her face. She moaned and tossed her right leg over mine, rousing my cock. She habitually did that which customarily led to intense early-morning sex. I kept my gaze fixed on her for almost an hour, savoring her warmth and her seductive aroma. I've been doing it every day before I pry myself away from bed. I left her sleeping this morning. She was a tired mess. Unfortunately, the children were behind in their education and would require a special program to get them on par with the kids in our pack. Sianna did not attend the ceremon
-CLEO’S POV- How could I be so stupid? I walked right into a fucking trap. When I called Aunt Sora on the number that she gave me, she pretended to be extremely thrilled and specially requested to see her long-lost niece in Albus City in Washington. I was aware that Blayne would prohibit me from leaving the territory by myself. I didn't want him to be overbearing and smothering which led me to venture alone. Blayne had missions coming up and since we were meeting in a city that was neutral territory, I took the risk under the mistaken impression that these were people who cared about me. Forest Gladiators Pack owned forty percent of Washington and Venomane Krymes possessed thirty percent. Located in the center of the state, Albus City was unclaimed and so anyone could enter. Therefore, I thought that I would meet and greet them and then be back in Dark Wolverson before Blayne returned from his missions. “I warned you, but you never listen to me,” My wolf scowled. “Stop making me
-CLEO’S POV- Run! Cleo, run! Fangrymes Survivor had begun. The gates closed. I sprinted down the dark passageway of the tunnel. Staying ahead of my rivals was vital since I was the number one target. There was a tangible black veil of gloom. A reminder of our date with death. The horrifying sound of ripping flesh resounded through the underground corridor. One, two, three, four different utter shrills and pained howls announced their departure from the land of the living. Speed, strategy, and perseverance. Footsteps were a mere mile away. Their thirst and tenacity for blood clung to the air that surrounded us, coupled with the chilling wails of despair. Musty air, grey brick walls, and dusty rock flooring sharply cut my bare feet. I tried to shift but could not. Wolfsbane mist must have been pumped into the PVC pipes in order for it to percolate into the tunnel from the utilidor to affect us. Luckily, I had a disadvantage over the Omegas. After being marked by the Royal Gamma
-CLEO’S POV- As the tunnel ground quivered from the explosion, hysterical screams filled the air. The omegas panicked and hugged each other. My body swayed like a surfer trying to keep from tumbling over. A gas line had obviously cracked and permeated the tunnel. Dirt particles rained down on us, creating clouds of dust. Only a few grey bricks fell out of place. Were they going to fry us like chicken tenders? The gas odor was so strong that the slightest spark could bake the entire underground channels. Cough! The shaking ceased. Every head turned to look at me. "Check the person next to you and ensure that they are okay. Let me know if anyone is hurt." I ordered. We had to leave the tunnels and at the same time plan for battle. I helped the young blonde to stand on her feet. The bleeding on her forehead halted, slowly healing. I scanned the open space. "We need to move out. There's a gas leak and we don't know what they're planning." My wolf sat on her rear, wagging her ta
-CLEO’S POV- Alpha Vance redirected his lethal glare to Alpha Richard Krymes. Blayne and I stood in an embrace watching the scene. Clinging to his touch was my attempt to placate my nerves. His wolf was on edge because he didn't want me out of his sight or away from him. The Omega participants from Fangrymes huddled in proximity. Other members of the pack, both clothed and naked, drew close to watch the conviction. Anxiety seeped through their pores. It was Krymes' turn to bow to someone, namely, the towering Alpha King. Duke stood tall and broad with a permanent scowl on his otherwise handsome face as he kept a watchful eye on the surrounding wolves. Unclad, Wade ran up to us and bowed his head to deliver the report. “Alpha, all our men are unharmed. Venomane lost three hundred warriors. We got the people out of the underground bunker. Everyone is accounted for and the borders are secure, sir.” “Contain the dead and let their families take care of them. They may hold proper bur
-BLAYNE’S POV- Cleo disappeared into the pack house to request that the Omegas prepare rooming and board for us. All the Krymes spawns were apprehended and placed in the cell. Vance’s order was to eradicate the entire bloodline to ensure that not one of them could create further tyranny or war in the future. The sight of their quivering forms was like fuel to the gorging fire or reprisal that burned within me. The acrid scent of their fear distastefully hung in the air. My judgment was extended to them for allowing one of their own to hurt my Cleo. My wolf wanted their blood, especially since we did not get the opportunity to kill Richard Krymes. My beast was overpowering me now. Ready for a killing spree, here, in their underground rooms. Their gut-wrenching screams reverberated through the underground facility like a horrendous contagion effect. Standing shirtless and in black gym shorts, I looked around the torture room at the bodies before me. Blood flooded the floor, washing