THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey felt the car come to a halt and then she was dragged down from it. Her legs were hurried through staircases and the tight grip around her arm pulled her through what felt like hallways. A strong pungent smell hit her and she was forced into one of her intense coughing fits. She has always been sensitive to smells and tends to always give a negative reaction when they tick her off.This one smelled like a reckless mixture of cigarettes, blunts, and something stronger. She didn't know their names. Hell, she doesn't get high on those things. But her insides were churning and raving with the urge to puke."Where are you taking me?" She dared to ask. Her eyes were blindfolded and had been that way since they took her from the building. Her hands were tied up when they got inside the car. She was totally at their mercy and that left her dead scared. The thought that they might kill her off scared her shitless."You'll find out soon." The deep, Russian accent sent ch
THIRD PERSON'S POVZach had his hands on the steering as he lowered his tinted glasses, looking out the window at the dark, stinky area. The area looked dangerous, but that was the least of his worries. He could deal with whatever danger looming around. As long as he would find that damned thug. He'd spent all day haunting his ass, searching every ghetto area of the pack. He had to be living in one. A bum like him wouldn't love to be anywhere else. There are a couple of ghettos in the pack and he visited all of them. It was hard describing him when he didn't have any pictures of him. But then, he did his best to draw a sketch, highlighting his unethical tattoos and his disgusting, ruined dentition. That was enough for anyone to recognize the sketch and they directed him down here.This place looked like it was chewed and spat out by the devil himself. How the hell could someone live here?!He used his heightened visions to scope the area, looking for a possible route to go in and ho
KING ARLO'S POV (AN HOUR BEFORE ZACH'S ARREST…) "I think it'll be a bold step for our Pack when we finally establish a firm, trading chain with the more advanced Packs. Our Pack needs a little more taste of sophistication…" Alpha Hillary continued his monologue as we left the Pack hospital. We've been strolling the grounds for hours now, discussing Pack politics and the ways to advance the Pack. Alpha Hillary had a lot of dreams and potential, and it had been nice listening to him. It would have been the highlight of my day if I wasn't in the company of the man I hated the most. Luther. "Yes, Alpha. I think we should all be invested in making our Pack a heaven for the people. I'm sure with your impeccable insights and strategies, we'll be hitting the top three of the wealthiest Pack in the region soon." Luther eulogized again, with another exaggerated bow. His repulsing display of affection and reverence was ruthlessly jabbing at my nerves. I was implying every strand of
KING ARLO'S POV(MINUTES TO ZACH'S ARREST)"We found him dead at the outskirts of the Pack, so we decided to bring him here, Alpha." One of the pack warriors explained with a bow."Why the hell would you bring him here? Look at him. He's a disgusting sight and a nobody. What matters if he's dead or not? You should know better than to disturb the Alpha with such an irrelevant matter." Luther picked up a fit."Yeah, the Beta is right. Why would you bring a common thug here and disrupt the peace of the Packhouse?" Alpha Hillary questioned."Because we think he was murdered, Alpha." Another Pack warrior replied. "His broken bones. The viciousness of his wounds. We think someone did this.""Of course, someone did this. But that person will be just another useless thug. Maybe they got into a fight. Maybe into an argument. Maybe it was a long-time vendetta. My point is, it has nothing to do with the welfare of the Pack. So why did you bring him here?" Luther countered again. He was growing
KING ARLO'S POV"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Jamal snorted, stopping at the doorway, and shielding Zach from my view with his body."I'm not here for you –""You shouldn't be here at all." Jamal countered. Above his shoulder blades, I could see Zach's face. The dude seemed agitated. Was it because of the pending arrest or was it guilt?"Why not? I don't see any sign that restricts me from coming here." I retorted calmly.Engaging in verbal wars with Jamal was insulting, to say the least. He was young and stupid. It'd be a brutal blow to my ego if someone caught me exchanging words with him."I thought you knew better. Didn't know you needed a sign. I'll be sure to put up one today. But for now, get the hell out.""Not without your friend," I gestured at Zach, and in reply, he stepped away from hiding behind Jamal. Now I got to take a good look at him, but damn, he reeked of guilt and alcohol."What do you want from me?" Zach asked, with a slight tremor in his voice.
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"I hate that I want you, but I can't help it. You get my dick hard with just your scent and I wanna fuck you so hard that you scream my name above your lungs. Let the whole world hear your screams of pleasure. Let them know I'm the reason behind it. Me and my insatiable dick that craves your body and your heart…"I bit down my moans, as my fingers circled my pants, searching desperately for my clit. My fingers brushed against it but found their way back. Gently, I began rubbing it, as I read more erotic words from my book."Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it...Fuck me, Dastan. Please. He slammed her back on the table, pushing down the plates. He yanked off her panties and lowered, burying his face between her inner thighs…"Oh, God. My moans deepened, as I slid my fingers inside my pants, getting passed my panties and stroking my sleek clit. "...he ran his tongue over her pussy, eating her out and releasing slurping sounds. Her cries intensified as she
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVHalfway running through the East wing hallways, I felt even more anxious and scared. I had to go talk to Father and find out what was going on."Jordy, slow down!" Mother yelled again. I could hear her heels behind me. But there was no way I could slow down. I was finally approaching Father's resting quarters when the door opened and he walked out. He was dressed in one of his official, Alpha robes and he had creases on his face. The kind that came from worries and fear."Father." I finally halted, panting hard. "What's going on?" I asked in between the harsh intake of breaths."I'm not so sure–" He stuttered. I hated it when he did that. It just showed that he knew what was going on but was scared to admit it."Father, tell me. Please. Why did you send for Zach?" I was almost in tears. This didn't look good at all."Because he has to be interrogated!" A deep, baritone shattered my composure. His mesmerizing scent tickled my insides, reminding me of the release I
KING ARLO'S POVKilling her was out of the question but I would have if I could endure losing her. Getting me all riled up like that back there – she deserved death and more.Any other person, I would have throttled the last fucking air out of the person. But it was her. Dammit, it was her!So I was trying, I was fucking trying to wind it down. But I couldn't. She went too damn far. She should have known better than to push my buttons that hard."Arlo…" she was struggling in my grip, fighting for some air. I covered her mouth again, sucking her down to her throat, stealing every chance of breaking free from me.Her fists jammed my chest repeatedly, and her legs were squirming. It was all her futile attempt to catch some air. Still, I didn't let her go. Suffocating her was a maniac move, but I was as much a maniac when riled up.My anger morphed into a frustrating and unruly passion and slowly, I released her lips. She took in short, sharp breaths, and her eyes were moistened with tea