THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey walked past the quiet lounge and headed for the elevator. She adjusted her hood twice and her dark shades too. She couldn't risk being noticed. That'll be the end of her.Just a while ago, she'd gotten a text from the thug. He'd sounded so deranged and had left her a long line of threats if she didn't come to meet him. She thought of calling his bluff, but that was too much of a risk. The guy was a lunatic. Daring him into carrying out his crazy threats could lead to an irreparable catastrophe. A fucking risk she could never take.She thought of paying him off, instead of letting him fuck her. She could be a lover of dicks, but there was a status requirement, and that lunatic doesn't meet that. She could never go down on him. Not even with a gun to her head. So yeah, paying him off was the better way out of this mess.When she'd returned to the dining table, she had a more peaceful breakfast with her Father. She fed him more lies about her beef with Zach, and h
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach rang the doorbell again, stomping his foot on the threshold, with his hands tucked inside his pockets. His hairy coat teased his nape as the soft breeze blew through it. He was going to ring the doorbell again when the door was thrown open. He smiled at the female and walked into the house. "Jamal?" He demanded, glancing around the house which oozed solitude. It felt as if no one was home. But then, Jamal's house always has this aura of solitude. So it was nothing new. "In the backyard, Master." She bowed. "Thank you." Zach headed to the backyard and there was Jamal. He slowed in his steps, taking in the sight in front of him. Jamal sat on one of the lounge chairs, with a headphone on his ears, skimming through a book. Zach recognized it to be one of those ancient history books Jamal loved a lot. And on the table was a cocktail and he took sips from it, but never took his gaze off the book. The moment felt awfully familiar and Zach was hit with a wave of
KING ARLO'S POV"Fuck!!" Jordy screamed out her lungs as she creampied in my arms. The slimy, whitish substance slid down and dripped on the sheets. Her hands were wrapped around my neck and her face was buried in my shoulder. She was trembling from her orgasm."That was incredible." I groaned out, leaving kisses on her nipples and up to her cheek. "You're incredible, love."She couldn't say a word, probably because she was still trying to catch her breath. I had to wait till the pleasure ebbed before I could expect her to say any coherent words.It was the fifth time we were making love this morning, and every time we climaxed, it always felt… surreal. Fresh feelings of ecstasy came with each climax. This time, I thought I was twirling in the galaxies, reaching out to grab a star. That was how good she rode my dick, and how much I loved it.The duvet was loosely around our waists, and the bed had creaked so badly from our movements that I feared it would break into two. Good thing it
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