Bernael's POV "As I suspected, you got free with a little persuasion and a gentle nudge!" I taunted, sensing my son's wolf appearing behind me. "GENTLE!" he hissed, nodding. I turned to face him; "I could have cut off his favourite toy to get him to see sense, so yes! Gentle!" I declared with a bored tone. Locking eyes on my son's bloodied clothes, I smirked. "I hope they were not expensive!" I sneered, knowing they were. Like me, my son had expensive taste in everything. Turning back to look at the book in front of me, I smiled, hearing the husky voice of Ares. "The blood will come out." He snapped back at me sarcastically. "Hmm." I grinned, hearing the animalistic growl rip from my son's throat and nodded, clicking my fingers. "Yes, but a bit pointless if you have torn them to shreds during your first change." I grinned, sitting on the same padded seat as earlier, watching my son drop to his knees on all fours. I watched his body in fascination as it was quite an exp
Jason's POV Pacing back and forth outside the office door, I sighed with irritation. Now and then, my eyes would meet my fathers; he watched me uneasily; snarling at him, I would turn and walk in the opposite direction. "Archer, can you sense her?" I asked; Archer answered in the form of a disappointed growl. "Son! I need you to calm down." "Yeah, I need you to fuck off!" I roared, spinning my eyes tore into his enraged. "She is NOT a threat!" I hissed, pointing to the office door furiously. Shaking my head, livid at how they were preserving her. "We don't know that. Fuck we don't know anything about her!" "We have only known her a few damn days! It's hardly enough time to get a life story- is it?" I growled. My father winced, and I knew I was raising my voice; not wanting to alert Abigail to the situation, I lowered my voice and took a deep breath. "She healed Tommy; why would she have done that if she was evil!" I asked, thinking back to yesterday and how scared
Abigail's POV Frozen, not in fear but in shock, I watched the events unravel, unable to speak. What the hell had gotten into Jason and Archer? Despite it being Archer in control, Jason was happily allowing his wolf to pin his father to a wall and threaten him. I saw Marcus move out of my provisional vision, grabbing my arm and tugging me to his side protectively. My only thought in the bedlam was that he evidently doesn't hate me after all! As we moved quickly around the table, Marcus Threw me behind his back, pulling Mia non to gently from her seat to barricade us both behind him, using his body as a shield to protect us if needed. From what? Her son? Looking at Jason, my heart sank, seeing Archer force his father to submit. "This is insane." I whispered breathlessly. Pushing past Marcus, trying to shrug off his attempt to pull me back to the safety he offered. Shaking my head, I looked between his eyes and the terrified eyes of Mia. She was so scared, but not for her
Jason's POV Lunch had gone well, and Abigail had managed to charm my parents; they had held off asking too many questions even though I knew it was killing my father. After lunch, my mother gave her a tour of the packhouse while the rest of us finished preparing her surprise party. I had managed to steal her phone and send a message to Damien, letting him know she would be home later than expected. I knew he would be pissed! But tough he had had her to himself for days, it was my turn to spend time with her now and was I fuck rushing it so she could leave and run back into the arms of a demon. I hadn't forgotten my earlier attraction and pull to him, but once out of his immediate vicinity, whatever magic his father had cast had worn off, and I had remembered what a complete tool he was! My main focus now was Abigail and keeping her away from Kayla- my actual mate! Who I had managed to avoid all afternoon. My mother had linked the pack to let us know she was bringing Abigai
Abigail's POV Watching Jason and Kayla dance was about as fun as waxing my pubes with duct tape, but this pink punch made it better! I leaned my head on Tommy's shoulder and looked up at him, waiting for his answer. My eyes drifted over his angular jaw, which seemed to be tense, his eyes filled with longing making me grin; following his line of sight, I nodded, realising who he was looking at like a lust-filled teenager. "Are you crushing on his girl?" I asked plainly, poking him in the ribs. To which he laughed, gripping my fingers tightly. "Ouchy!" I cried, pulling them away with a dramatic groan, "That hurt!" I lied, trying to grab a cup of the punch as a server walked passed with a tray. Holding it up to him in a cheer, I showed him my red finger and pouted as he tried to take my cup away. "It's medicinal!" I grinned quickly, downing it in three gulps. He was right; this stuff was potent, I don't remember the last time I felt, tipsy let alone drunk, and as my vision blu
Jason's POV "You are playing a dangerous game, Princess." I rasped, trailing my lips over her insanely beautiful body. All concern for Damien vanished. I wanted her touch; I craved it! I would own every inch of her! The smug smile she wore proudly told me she was well aware of this and didn't care in the slightest. Like a moth to a flame, I couldn't help but take the challenge. With a smirk, I moved, positioning an elbow on either side of her head, hovering my body over hers, dropping my head to tease those plump lips with my tongue, swallowing the moan that escaped her parched lips with my mouth, sucking it into my mine greedily, desperately needing to dominate her. Coaxing my tongue past her parting lips, it explored her depths, owning her mouth possessively, kissing her with a rekindled passion I thought I had lost. I did not let her up for air until I felt her fingers dig into my neck; with a lusty groan rumbling from my chest, I finally relented, releasing her lips from
Abigail's POV He looked up from my flushed body and stared into my eyes. I could sense that he wanted me, but he was determined to be in control: he was used to the woods being his domain and being the king of it! His confidence made me feel weak with desire. "You have the most amazing cock." I breathed, "Please, fuck me with it", I begged, knowing it was what he wanted to hear; feeling his stiff cock bulging in my hand as I begged, I instantly knew he wanted me and this just as much as I did. "Good girl." He grinned. Without warning, he pulled from my grasp, making me pout. I was about to ask why seeing him get to his knees, but my mouth fell open, peering at his cock hanging between us. Realising for the first time that he was fully dressed, minus his jeans hung a little low on his hips, whereas I was completely naked, I was truly vulnerable and at his mercy! And shit, I loved it! My eyes fell to his cock, taken back by its length, a good 8-9 inches, thick and so very
Abigail's POV "Any news?" I asked Alpha Maxwell as he left the infirmary, looking around his giant form, catching a glimpse of Jason on a bed, blood coating the sheets. Maxwell firmly closed the door behind him, telling me with a firm stare that I was not permitted to enter the room. "No." he snapped, pulling on my elbow roughly and dragging me down the hallway. Mia, his Luna and Jason's mother screamed after him, but I could tell by the tension in his wrist that he was no longer listening; he was beyond sense and reason. Yanking me into an office, his hand slamming against a metal panel, a loud beep indicating he had been granted admittance, the wall in front of us opened, and the distinct smell of fear and death assaulted my nostrils. "What are you doing!" I hissed, pulling his arm to escape, dread licking at my spine. "Getting the information I need!" He thundered, pulling me forward and down an old stone tunnel, the walls lined with uneven bricks and ageing mortar, the