Jason's POV "Abigail, if you would like to follow me. Alpha Maxwell is waiting for you." Marus's cold voice cut through the sexual tension between Abigail and me. "He can wait!" I snapped, not taking my eyes off Abigail, who, given her facial expression, was fighting some inner demons of her own. "Abigail?" Marcus prompted, ignoring me and stepping to her side, offering his hand to lead her away. Turning slowly, I glared at Marcus, my eyes portraying the anger I felt churning at the idea of anyone stepping between me and what was mine. "Yours?" Archer quizzed sarcastically. Ignoring him, I let my anger out in my head at my wolf, not wanting Abigail to see my hot temper. "How dare he challenge me! I told him I would bring Abigail up to my father! I specifically told him he was not needed and to go back inside." "Yet here he stands, bold as brass ignoring your command because he doesn't respect you as the next Alpha or as a mate for his only daughter." Archer mocked, bu
Maxwell's POV "We have an issue, Alpha!" My beta shoots throughout the link, the anger clear in his voice. "Ugh!" I groaned out loud, dragging my hand down my face dramatically. "Fuck sake!" "What is it?" I snap, resting my head on my mate's lap; Mia's fingernails scraped up and down my neck and into my dark hair. "He won't leave the girl's side," Marcus explained dryly. "We expected as much!" "No, Alpha, I mean he won't let me even touch her; Archer is giving off serious touch her and die vibes." He pushed the subject. Sighing into Mia's lap, I let her sweet scent distract me from Jason's infatuation with the redhead. "He is acting like a mated male," Marcus warns. Yet again, I whine into my beautiful mate's lap, gripping her light fabric skirt. "He IS a mated male!" I retreat. "I am aware, and last time I checked, he was mated to MY daughter! Not this demon groupie!" Marcus growled; I could feel his anger through our link and knew he was laying the Blackwood'
Maxwell's POV Looking into the bemused face of my mate, I decided that she needed to know because we had no idea how things would play out over the next few days, and the last thing I wanted was to put her in danger! "And miss out on a night of sex!" Rage smirked knowingly. "Seriously, you need spraying with cold water! You are like a dog in heat!" I laughed at my sex-crazed wolf. "With all the shit we are dealing with, twenty-four hours feels like a lifetime!" He answered honestly, and he was right again! With the events of last night and this morning's preparations taking their toll on all in the pack. Mia and I had little to no time together! "Exactly, so the last thing we need is to be put on a sex ban!" He nodded firmly. "When you have finished with Rage if you wouldn't mind answering my question? That would be great!" Mia snapped, crossing her arms across her chest in a huff, unhappy at being out of the loop. "Yes! It happened during the chaos last night. Marcu
Jason's POV With an almost silent click, the electronic doors and windows locked with only the smallest of warnings from my father; my eyes shot to Abigail, who seemed oblivious to what was happening around us or the potential threat being launched at her. "Stay calm!" Archer snarled, watching her through my eyes. "Your father is watching and assessing you, and where your loyalties lie, don't give him an inch." He warned. "No, the bastard will take a mile!" I agreed, keeping my composure calm even if I could feel Marcus gunning for an altercation between us, his earlier thawed ice well and truly restored. Nodding to Marcus, we watched Abbi walk through the living room, her fingers tracing the soft plush fabrics and expensive ornaments my mother had brought back from her travels. The inside of the packhouse had a chic and contemporary finish with high ceilings and a bespoke design that provided plenty of room for our pack gatherings and parties, as Abigail would see tonigh
Abigail's POV "Don't!" The adorable voice of Jasmine whispered; I could see the anxiety on her face, the uncertainty in her young eyes as she looked over at Jason and Maxwell in the doorway. "It's OK, sweetheart. I am stronger than I look." I smiled soothingly, rubbing her cheek tenderly as I nodded to her friends. "Go play, sweet girl." I cooed; with a reluctant smile, she let go of my hand and scampered off to her friends, who were playing on the mat, oblivious to the drama unfolding around them. Turning my back on them once satisfied they were safe, I marched to where the two men stood, squaring up to one another. I might not have been able to hear a lot, but I could sense the anger coming off Jason in waves; the disappointment from Maxwell was not exactly missable either. "For goodness sake!" I huffed, pushing between them; I pressed my hands on both males' chests and pushed them apart. "Your pissing match is scaring the children! And for an Alpha and perspective Al
Damien's POV "Again." My father's shrill voice bounced off the derelict walls of the training room; Its high ceilings and neglected walls meant that awful sound carried, which of course, was the purpose I noted touching the fabric he had placed over my eyes to limit my vision and hide his advances. He wanted me to 'feel and sense' my way through training today. "What is the use of having a wolf, son, if you do not rely on some of its powers occasionally." He grunted. Closing my eyes, I almost wish he was back on team 'suppress wolf' because he had had me training ever since I returned home today. "We might as well have him stuffed and mounted on the wall, given how useless he is." My father taunted me for what felt like the millionth time. Ares was ignoring him, refusing to be baited. He knew my father just wanted to assess and use him in his twisted plots for power and control. Plots that he wanted no part of! His focus today was solely on Red and her birthday! With an
Bernael's POV I'd challenge anyone to find a better armoury than what stands before me. Lucifer, Zeus and even the almighty angels would struggle to compete with my compilation of ancient and modern-day deadly weapons that line my walls. Running my fingers over the cool metal of a sword, a sense of satisfaction washed over me; it had taken me years to cultivate my collection. Looking down at my son, who was panting pathetically, I found myself snarling at him in disgust. He had always had so much potential; his ability to shut off from his humanity and get shit done was his biggest strength! We had spent years studying the world's monsters; he knew to research and investigate them before striking! Learn what made them tick and what made them weak, then use that knowledge to destroy or manipulate. Which is what I had tasked him to do with Abigail. I needed her to take her place by my side like my son and be an asset to this family. Given her mother's hatred and fear of me, I k
Damien's POV "It's a trap!" I screamed at Ares, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears. He was too enraged by my father's lack of empathy towards me- his child. "Have you learnt nothing all those years you hid just under the surface? My father respects knowledge, expects strength and demands loyalty. In return, he will protect you! But love.. love is beyond his capability! This is love to him!" I yelled over the sound of blood rushing through my body. I desperately tried to push for control, but my father's attack had left me vulnerable and weak, both traits I knew my father would never accept. Sighing, I watched in slow motion as my body crouched and then lunged, Ares, putting all his strength into an attack I knew would be futile. I could see my father's weapon of choice glistening at his side and knew this was a lesson Ares had to learn on his own. "My father will always win, Ares, and if you provoke him... HE WILL KILL US!" I hissed as my body collapsed on the floor.