THIRD PERSON'S POV"I'm sorry, but I can't hang out tonight. I'm tired and I want to go to bed early." Zoey said and gave a fake yawn. Just to add a dramatic effect to her lies.She was on the phone with one of her friends and they were inviting her for a girls' night out in the famous nightclub for kids from rich families. Kids like her. Of course, she would have loved to go. She'd give anything for some shots of whiskey and spending the night on the bed of some rich, hot stranger. But tonight, she couldn't go. Not when she'd been avoiding the outdoors for fear of running into Luther or his spy.Ever since her spy lied to King Arlo about who sent him, she'd been avoiding Luther's calls. Surely, meeting him will be a nightmare because he just might throttle her. So staying locked up was the better option. Even though it might affect her social life."I spent the whole day taking care of something and I need to rest right now." She continued with her lies. She didn't do a thing today.
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Right. I remember. Jamal Beaconsfield, son of the Beta!" Georgina squealed.Zoey glanced at her and she could see how smitten Georgina was over Jamal. She already made her cleavage pop out and was biting her finger, like warming up for an erotic night with Jamal.And it wasn't just Georgina, it was all the girls in the hall. Every one of them had their eyes on Jamal, and it was just a matter of seconds before he got swarmed up by them.Truth be told, she couldn't blame them so much. Jamal was a sexy guy, with a dark aura and erratic attitude. And, right now, with the booze completely taking over him, he seemed to be a bit vulnerable. Any girl would want to take advantage of the moment. But what was he doing here? Zoey quizzed herself again. Jamal doesn't come to nightclubs. He had always been too stuck up for that. So what he doing here, looking like a complete hobo?She glanced around the jammed hall, hoping to see Zach. Maybe the bartender would call him again t
THIRD PERSON'S POVJamal let out a deep groan as he was plumped on his bed. His limbs were spread in all directions and he was snoring so loudly. Watching him fall asleep, Zoey couldn't help but recall everything he said at the nightclub. She was still fazed by his words. Everything he said made no sense. Or maybe they did, but it was hard to wrap her head around them."You should leave." She spoke quickly, stopping the female Omega from taking off Jamal's shoes."But, Ma'am, I still have to –""I'll be the one to do it. So just leave. Get out now." She snapped. Tonight, she was on the edge. It would be impossible to be nice to anyone. "Yes, Ma'am." The Omega bowed and left the room.Zoey locked the door and slowly came to sit on the bed, right next to Jamal's unconscious body. Tears rolled down her eyes before she could hack them in. She let them fall. Her heart was heavy and stinging. Crying would be a better way to let off the emotions.Running her fingers on his body, she let he
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Good morning, Master Jamal." The lined-up servants chorused in unison as he made his way down the stairs.He gave a curt nod and headed to the dining area. Luther was already seated on his chair, digging into his cookies and skimming through a magazine.Jamal joined him quietly, muttering a quick 'good morning' and fixing his gaze on his plate of cookies. He ate rather ravenously 'cause of the rumbling in his stomach.Luther didn't bother striking up a conversation so they both enjoyed the silence. "Where's Mother?" Jamal broke the silence."She had something to take care of. So she left at dawn." Luther replied brusquely, not sparing him a glance."And Zach?" Jamal added a bit nervously. "What time did he leave?""Zachary wasn't here," Luther replied. "But Zoey was, last night.""Zoey?" Jamal arched his brow. "What was she doing here?""She brought your drunk-ass home.""She what?!" Jamal was confused. "I thought…" He wanted to argue that it was Zach who'd come t
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVArlo pushed open the revolving door and I walked in, with him trailing behind me. His hand rested firmly on my lower back as he guided me to a table."Have a seat." He pulled out a seat for me and I slid in. He walked to the seat facing mine and sat too."Why is there no one here?" I asked him, looking around. This was one of the most famous eateries in the Pack. But strangely, no one was here. And it was noon."I rented the place for an hour. We need privacy." Arlo replied, still giving me that stare. The same one I woke up to and has had me fidgety all day."Stop looking at me like that." I couldn't keep it in anymore. The stare made me vulnerable and tense. I hated it."Like what?" "Like that. With those hooded eyes drilling holes in my body. Watching my every move like I'm the prime suspect of some homicide crime.""Well, you are a suspect of a crime. But not homicide." His voice was in a husk, turning me the fuck on. "What crime?" I asked nervously, crossing
THIRD PERSON'S POVZach pushed the main door open, walking into the house. He had his duffel bag hanging on his shoulder as he made his way to the stairs.Quick footsteps from behind made him halt and turn around."Father." He bowed, holding the straps of his bag. He was self-conscious of how depressingly casual he looked.Denim black, ripped pants. Black hoodie. His auburn gold-fleck hair was an unruly mess, falling heavily to the side of his face. He hadn't bothered with looking very noble this morning. He'd just wanted to sneak in, get some more clothes and other important stuff and get out. Unnoticed. "Let's have a quick talk, son. Please." Gamma Micah said calmly, gesturing on the way to his study.Zach sighed, dropping his back and following his Father. The walk to the study was short and quiet."Have a seat." Gamma Micah pointed at one of the mid-back chairs, while he went around the mahogany table to settle in the high-back office chair.Zach settled on the chair, crossing a
THIRD PERSON'S POVFor a split second, he thought against invading Zoey's privacy. It wasn't gentlemanly and appropriate to pry into someone else's phone. And no matter how curious and skeptical he was, it still wasn't right.With a changed mind, he threw the phone on the bed. But then, another ping came and his glance caught sight of something."What?" He muttered, picking the phone up again and hacking through her passcode. He knew little tricks up his sleeves.He read the last message.-Meet me later, tonight. Make sure you have the cash, and in exchange, I tell you all about Jordy's son.-"Jordy's son?" Zach was lost. What is this? Who is this? He clicked on the number and went to his profile. Horror struck him hard as the tattooed body and face of the thug he almost beat up in this room popped up.No fucking way! He knew it. He goddamn knew Zoey had something going on with this guy. It was there, the familiarity. The authority. The hold they seemed to have on each other. How defe
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe dark, eerie path ahead was the cue Zoey needed to kill off her engine and walk the remaining road ahead. No way could she ride through the narrow path.With a sigh and a nervous gulp, she alighted her car. Dressed in all-black attire, it was easy to sync with the darkness. With her hoodie in place, she grabbed the touch from the passenger seat and the bag of money with her gloved hands.She looked around for the thousandth time, making sure no one was keeping a tail on her. She was more wary of Luther and his minions, and that was why she kept checking. Just to be a million percent sure.Convinced that she wasn't being followed, she started down the eerie path. She put a leash on her urge to gag from how dirty and disgusting the path was. It was the ghetto side of the Pack, and only bums, thugs, and dirt-poor werewolves live in this area.Zoey was scared, disgusted, and furious. Why the hell did he have to ask her to meet him here? What happened to the fancy ho