THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther walked through the hallways with his men trolling behind him. He had a fierce look in his eyes and his nerves were twitching with every long stride he took. His black coat danced in the air as a cold breeze wafted through the windows of the hideout. He took the last stairs that led to the room where he was headed. The door was opened and he walked in, slowing his strides. His men walked in with him, lingering at the door. Luther squinted his eyes at the manhandled figure lying helplessly in the middle of the room. Going closer to him was the only way he could truly confirm the figure's identity. It was the only way he could tell that the figure was the Pack's doctor. He was brutally scathed and was barely breathing. Luther figured the man might have tried to put up a fight when he was being captured. Maybe, that was why his men dealt brutally with him, rendering him almost unrecognizable. The white suit he was wearing had taken a full dark maroon s
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Do you need more, Father?" Zoey asked with a polite smile, gesturing at the plate of shrimp filled to the brim. "No, sweetie. I'm good. But I do need a little more juice though," Gamma Micah replied, pointing at his empty glass. Zoey grabbed the jar of juice and poured it into her Father's glass, and then she placed the glass next to his plate. "Here you go, Father." "Thank you, baby." Gamma Micah smiled at her and he earned a slight blush from her. It made his heart flutter. She could be all grown up now but he would always fancy calling her the numerous sweet names he had stacked up for her since her birth. Regardless of her age, she would always be his little, bratty princess. Silence fell in the dining room as they enjoyed their dinner until Zoey's phone began vibrating on the table. She peered at it and gave an involuntary gasp as she saw who the caller was. Luther. Subtly, she rejected the call, flashing an awkward smile at her Father. She ba
THIRD PERSON'S POV "No." Zoey finally breathed out, still squirming in her seat. His shadow was dominating her and his physique was hovering atop her, keeping her pinned on her seat. He wasn't going to give her a bit of space. No matter how suffocated she felt. "No?" Luther repeated with a growl. "No." Zoey shoved her fists on his chest, trying to push away again. But he wouldn't bulge. She broke into a reckless whimper. "This is sick. You're being crazy–" "Yeah, you could say that. I am crazy. I've been fucking crazy over you for a long time. And dear God, I did try to lock it up and not act on it, but that was hard." He gulped intensely, eyes flickering with a ravenous desire. There was no way he would hide it anymore. She had to see it. She had to know how much torture he had gone through because of her. She had to accept the fact that she makes his heart flutter and gives him incredible hard-ons. She had to take responsibility for that too. "You can't – we can't be
KING ARLO'S POV Constantly pacing the grounds of my suite couldn’t wear it off quickly but I just couldn't bring myself to stand still. Nervous as hell, pissed as crazy, and impatient as fuck, all I could do was pace and entertain these agonizing thoughts that increased my anxiety and anger. The drink in my hand was the only way I could chill my nerves, and try not to lose my fucking mind. Glancing at my wristwatch again, I let out another guttural cuss. What the fuck was taking her so long?! It's been an hour already. Emptying the glass in my hand was a huge, irreparable mistake and now there is nothing to calm me down. I placed the glass on the small table and slumped on the couch, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes. Maybe this would help. And it did, just for a few seconds, and then I was back on my feet, pacing again. It's been three days since we arrived here in New Haven. We decided to lodge in one of the fanciest hotels in town. Jordy and I were still f
KING ARLO'S POV "Please have a seat." The Slauson guy said as we walked into his house. It wasn't the most exquisitely designed home but it was modest. At least, my son was being raised in a decent place. That much was a relief. "Thank you, Slauson." Jordy beamed, plumping on the couch. Her smile was enchanting. And she was feeling quite at home. Hasn't it been just a minute since we walked in? "Arlo?" Slauson snapped me out of my thoughts. "You should sit too, please." He gestured at the couch. A different couch, opposite Jordy. "No, it's fine. I'd rather stand." I brushed off his attempt at being polite and creating whatever calm ambiance between us. It was never going to happen. He already started this meeting on the wrong foot. When he punched my face a while back at his thoughtless attempt to defend Jordy, that was him, killing whatever little chances of us being cordial with each other. He called me a jackass when he punched me and I intend to be just that. An ab
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV A huge smile curved my lips as my son finally fell asleep. He was comfortably lying on the queen-size bed in my suite. His chubby figure fit the new clothes we got him. For some reason, he seemed oddly at peace here and that melted my heart. "Thank you so much." I said, turning to the woman next to me. She was one of the hotel attendants but she was elderly and had assisted me with bathing my son, feeding him, and tucking him in for the night. Arlo promised to pay her for the inconvenience, even though she insisted it was all from her heart and she just wanted to help. It was a huge relief to have her here. I wouldn't have known how to go about this. "It's no problem, Miss." She beamed at me and glanced at my son. "You have a lovely child. And it's a real pleasure for me to be able to take care of him. Even though it's just for the night." I smiled. Slowly, we left the bedroom, shutting the door. Out in the sitting room, I heaved in relief. This has
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach and Jamal walked into the crowded nightclub and lingered at the door. The place was raving with the screams and beat from the speakers. It was an orgy party with an insane amount of fucks going on. Everyone had partners and their moans synched with the beat. The scent of arousal filled the air, creating a churn in everyone who wasn't part of the craziness. It was almost deafening and for a while, the guys contemplated joining the dark fun or leaving. "Black Reeves Pack surely has the kinkiest way to celebrate the end of the competition. Look at this mess." Jamal snorted. The competition had ended today and as usual, they won again. He had topped every game, every single one of them. He was broken and sore, but he seemed to have channeled that into his skills and it gave him a mad adrenaline rush. No one came close to beating him. He was a monster out there. Zach came second in some of them and third in a few. But that didn't matter. Jamal ha
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Bro, are you alright?" Jamal patted his lap, snapping him from his thoughts. He had gone oddly silent and left everyone hanging. "Yeah. I'm… I'm good." Zach stuttered with a cracked smile. He was growing more uncomfortable, sitting longer in his seat instead of going after her. After the girl. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and he was almost hyperventilating. He gulped down his drink, wincing at the hard burn it gave his throat. He shouldn't have swallowed it so fast. But he wasn't himself. He broke into a muffled coughing fit, attracting quite the stares from Jamal and the other guys. But he offered an apologetic smile, repeatedly hitting his chest. His wolf was hyped and his heart was racing like in a marathon. His senses heightened. Everything seemed to have become static to him. Indistinct. Sounds were echoing in his head, instead of being clear. All he could hear were the definite sounds of her footsteps and was almost clogged by her mes