Born as the first child of an alpha in a pack where an Alpha's first child is supposed to be a male, Messiah Jordy King is bound to keep her parents' secrets, even though it will cost her rejecting her two mates.
View MoreMESSIAH JORDY'S POV "Jordy." His voice. His unique, unnerving but mesmerizing voice. The husky effect was graced with a soothing ripple that gave raw, real chills. Hearing it again felt too good to be true. I did another double-take of him, just to make sure this was a reality. Not my eyes playing wicked tricks on me. Seeing him created chaos in my heart, digging up all the sadness I bottled up for weeks. I felt the sorrow thrashing down on me harder than ever. My heartbeat raced. My eyes stung. I was heaving. And down the tears came, unabatedly. "Leave!" He growled. And just then, I realized the Omega was still around. She scurried away and he shut the door. His arms beckoned at me. But I needed some kind of approval to go to them. I wanted an invitation. I wanted him to say something. Anything. But he was static. Still, my tears wouldn't stop coming down. I couldn't take it anymore and so I went to him. Raced right into his arms, holding him so tight. He wrappe
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV Mother broke into a sob for the umpteenth time, but quickly dabbed at her tears. "I'm sorry," her voice was croaky from how much she'd been silently crying. I was too broken to comfort her. Neither did I blame her for her emotional slips. I might not be sobbing like she was, but I was still a tad away from breaking down into tears. Father had a seizure. A more severe one than the last. We already invited a modern doctor of the neighboring Pack to attend to him. They've been locked in Father's chambers all morning. Mother and I insisted on sticking around but we got shooed away. Probably because Mother was crying too much and the doctor found it distracting. We tried to get her to quiet down but when we couldn't, the doctor asked us to excuse them. Being out here didn't make her cry any less. Nah, on the contrary, it triggered more tears from her eyes and made her grow more restless. "Do you think he's alright, Jordy?" She turned to me in tears.
KING ARLO'S POV I threw another dart and it hit Bullseye again, making it the fourth. I grabbed another, aiming for the fifth and trying again to picture Luther's hideous face. I've never been this great at the dart game. Never hit the bullseye thrice in a game. It was one game I severely got my ass whooped in. And it made no sense because hitting the bullseye required a million concentration, practice, and innate skills. I wasn't exactly lacking much in those three categories but for some reason, darts remained my nightmare. Up until today. Frustrated about not getting any replies from Jordy, and worried about her Alpha coronation being in a couple of days, I was restless. I strolled down to my leisure room which used to be a lot more fun than this, with the billiard boards, cycling spot, and a lot of stuff in here. The dart board called out to me and I gave it a try. I pictured Luther's face, fantasizing that what I had in my hand was a dagger and the bullseye was his
THIRD PERSON'S POV "There's a male human in the Packhouse?!" Luther gasped, eyes almost popping out in shock. It was the most outrageous news he'd expected to get this morning. "Yes," The woman replied with a bow. His spy. She'd showed up at his house a few minutes ago with the little gossip. "How did that happen? How did he get in? What is Jordy doing about his intrusion?" "Nothing. He only asked that the human be released and brought to his room." "What?!" Luther flared up. "Why would Jordy give such an outrageous order?" "I think the human is his friend," "A human friend? That's fucking ridiculous." Luther took a drag from his cigarette and puffed the smoke upwards. The gossip was churning and sizzling. Trying to fuck with his head. A random human showed up outside the Packhouse. The sentinels beat him up and dragged him to the dungeon at first. But later on, they had to release him and take him to Jordy's room. It all seemed too shady. He was missing out on the
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV I watched as the maid placed the water on my nightstand. She bowed and left. Slauson was on my couch, still trembling, even though I had my thickest duvet resting on his shoulders. He looked traumatized. Probably from seeing the sentinels in their wolf forms and from getting beaten up and locked up in the dungeon. I had them release him but he was so shaky that his knees continuously hit each other. They had to drag him in here. It'd been half an hour but he still hadn't said a word. His teeth clattered nonstop and he would bite his lower lip and let out a subtle whimper at intervals. I wanted to let him be until he got calmer on his own, but I figured he might be thirsty. Hence, I sent for the water. "Here, have a drink." I had the cup in his face. He didn't budge. I sent it closer and he finally noticed it. He looked up at me, eyes filled with terror. "The girl who just walked in, isn't she one of them? She's just like those gruesome creatures, right
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV The night breeze was chilly and soothing, just what I needed to clear my messed-up head. Walking around the poolside, I counted my steps, as each one of them came with frightening thoughts. Thoughts of father dying. Thoughts of my coronation. Thoughts of Luther coming for me and my mother. Thoughts of losing all my loved ones to his cruel hands. These thoughts had me bothered and sleepless for days now. It'd been four days since Father told me everything. Just a week and a few days left before my Alpha coronation. Not enough time to navigate and comprehend everything happening in my life. I was slowly dying from the pressure. It was worse because I had no one to talk to about it. Arlo wasn't here. I wished he was. His firm, muscular hands wrapping me up in a tight embrace would have been a great deal of help. He would have known what to do at this point. His solid personality would have been the anchor I needed to stand firm. To push through the mos
KING ARLO'S POV The hushed voices were getting louder at my every, close step. I got to the door and it was pulled open from inside. Like they were anticipating me. And they were. I had told the butler to announce my arrival an hour ago. Enough time for them to carry out whatever preparations were necessary for my visit. "Greetings, Your Majesty." The nannies echoed, with their hands crossed in front and their heads bowed. I nodded. My gaze went to my son lying in the crib with a binky in his mouth. His all-blue attire synched with the rays of sunlight from the blinds, giving him a more breathtaking glow. Seeing him was heart-warming as always, and I let myself smile. Not like I could help it though. He just had a way of always making me weak and vulnerable. In a sweet way. "You may leave." I dismissed the nannies. They bowed again and headed out of the room. I strolled to the crib and crouched in front of it. His tiny hands were fisted and I grabbed one of them,
THIRD PERSON'S POV Jamal had his hands in his pocket and his face tilted to the side. Gaping at them was all he could do. There was no energy to say a word or get mad. He was fucking drained already and seeing them stole the little energy he had going. But damn, these tears. They were rushing down. With no restrain. Like his heart had been set ablaze. "Son." Luther was up on his feet. No words seemed appropriate at the moment. Not when Jamal had that broken and hurting look in his eyes. Not when he looked like he just survived a fatal avalanche but now he was cold from it. Luther was speechless. It was already a whole minute but he couldn't make out the perfect words to say. Or to excuse what Jamal had just seen. "Jamal." Zoey sobbed. But she couldn't say anything more. What could she say? He already saw everything. He already knew what a tramp she was. Jamal hated the silence. He needed to say something, but he had no clue what he should say first. Should he cuss at
THIRD PERSON'S POV Three hours later, Jamal was approaching a huge, green gate attached to a high fence that circled the mansion standing taller inside the compound. The tarred road was serene. Other mansions stood a good distance away from each other on both sides of the road. It was a high-end area. Almost like a resort. Jamal stepped out of the car, banging the door shut with his jaw scraping the ground. It was the most shocking revelation of the night. Spending hours just to find his father's dirty little secret had just turned out to be more than he bargained. The house. The area. It was awfully and nostalgically familiar to him. It was one of their family houses. They always came here when his father wanted to get away from his duties and needed time alone. Or when it was a holiday. This was his family's bonding spot. But now, his father was using it for his hanky-panky business? Of all the houses they owned, why did he choose to taint this one with his dirty sec
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