THIRD PERSON'S POV Jordy flinched at the voice, forcing herself out of Jamal's hold. She was flustered by the roar and she could only imagine the tide of rage in those eyes that were likely heating up her back. She couldn't turn around. She was too terrified to meet Arlo's gaze. She gasped as Jamal pulled her hand, bringing her closer again. "Jamal, what are you doing?!" "We weren't done talking." Jamal breathed out. There was an irritation in his voice. And reluctance. His grip around her wrist tightened. "I'll let you go when I've said all I need to say." "Do you have a death wish or something?" Arlo rasped. Two long strides closed up the distance and he grabbed Jordy's other hand, giving it a hard tug. "Let go." He seethed to Jamal. "I was here with Jordy before you walked out. So why don't you just head back inside and allow us a bit of privacy to finish our conversation? Sounds fair, right?" Jamal snorted. Arlo's jaw clenched and he let out a grunted cuss, tugging at
KING ARLO'S POV ANGER. FURY. OUTRAGE. WRATH. INDIGNATION. I was feeling all these at once, and it was almost bringing me to a breaking point. I could hear my Lycan's growl at the back of my mind. He was just as inflamed with fury as I was. My hands stuck out, ready to morph into my Lycan and create gruesome havoc. A firm hand held mine, forcing it down. My head snapped up and I was met with Ivan's cautious gaze. "Don't do it." He said in a careful whisper. "We'll figure this out. Just don't create a scene." Clenching my teeth so hard that it was almost grinding, I pushed back my Lycan to the corner of my mind. Still, I wished I could do something. Anything at all to prevent this injustice. Gamma Micah led the entourage as they began walking out of the pack house building. There were a lot of cars parked in the large front yard. He had a smug smile on his face and his damned shoulders were raised. Vain pride! The foreign men followed, Alphas of different werewolf packs, t
KING ARLO'S POV Low vibrations wafted through the walls and seeped in arousing moans. I was listening to her every move with the vibrator, the shallow moans when she hit orgasms, the sleek sound when she slid her fingers into her pussy. The low popping sound when she pulls them out and licks them up. I diligently picked up every sound that was coming from Jordy's room. It made me restless. I was up and pacing my room, which was right next to hers. After our fight, I opted to share different rooms. She obliged and we had been that way for days. It was one of the most difficult decisions I've ever made. And dear goddess, I do miss her! But I couldn’t undo what was already done. I couldn’t demand her now. No matter how badly and relentlessly my cock was struggling in my pants. I had to lock up the urge to burst into her room, scoop her into my arms and force her to feel every inch of my ravenous cock. For the first time with her, I had to be the man of my word and stand my ground
KING ARLO'S POV The soft, soothing sound of the morning breeze and the chirping birds were nice background noises, and it kept me relaxed for a while. I spent all night lost in agonizing thoughts, and I felt insufferable eye-bags underneath my eyes. My nerves were weak, and my head was throbbing. But it was nothing compared to the aching in my heart. It wouldn't go away. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I would be alright, and Jordy wasn't the only thing that mattered to me, so I shouldn't feel so sick because we're fighting, it didn't work. The pain still lingered like my heart was being sliced up into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. Rejecting to fuck her last night was one of the reasons I was feeling like shit at the moment. Right after she left, I had the most stubborn boner ever, and it wouldn't go away. It was the most uncomfortable shit, and it was glaring through my pants right now. I think it's fucking unfair that not just my heart was suffering fro
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV With his warm breath caressing my nape and his cock teasing my ass mercilessly, I was tempted to say every bit of the words lingering on my lips. Fighting with him had been draining for me, if I was being honest. Watching us drift away had been heart-wrenching, but I had no idea how to fix us. Arlo will always have a special place in my heart, but so will my friends. Zachary, Zoey, and Jamal — were my definition of childhood and teenagehood. I crawled on all fours with them and created never-fading memories with them. It wasn't so easy to ditch them because of whatever harm they might cause me. I might be silly, naive, and clueless, but I was finding it hard to completely let go of them. No matter how much fate was drifting me away from them. With Jamal, it was understandable. I mean, Luther was scheming against my parents and me, and Jamal was his son and might have sided with him at some point. And he had also rejected me as his mate. So yeah, keeping m
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV The room was cozy and illuminated with blue rays of light. Mother and father shared a double couch and rested on each other's shoulders, with their fingers intertwined like the typical lovebirds they were. Arlo and I sat on separate couches. I couldn't afford any bit of proximity to him, not after what just happened in the garden. He didn't seem like he wanted to be close to me, either. He was wearing a cold scowl, spiked with a little warm smile for my parents. But he did his best not to glance my way, and I tried to keep my gaze from darting to his mesmerizing physique. The silence was beginning to feel awkward. But then, Arlo broke it by clearing his throat and saying, "I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, Alpha Hillary, Luna Cora. Believe me; I wouldn't be bothering you both if it wasn't very important," He bowed slightly, in a manner that showed courtesy. "Don't worry about it, Arlo. You're always welcome to have a chit-chat with me and my mat
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Mind telling me why you're still moving around dressed like that?" Luther questioned, just as the door opened and his son walked in. Jamal ignored him and headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He just ran a couple of miles this morning, and he was feeling dehydrated. The towel around his neck was soaked with his sweat. And so was his sweater and pants. He needed a thorough bath. He returned to the living room with the water, and Luther's gaze was still on him like he was waiting for an answer. "What?" Jamal shrugged. "I can't move around in this house anymore?" "Don't play smart with me, son. You're supposed to be on the road with Zach, heading for your competition," "I'm not leaving. Not today," Jamal replied, chugging down the remaining water. "Mother is on her way back here. I have to stick around to welcome her," "We have servants for that. You don't have to cancel your trip," "Father, I didn't 'cancel' my trip. I postponed it. There
THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther paced the Luxury vinyl flooring of the hotel. Glancing at his wristwatch again, he let out a furious cuss. What the hell was taking her so long? He was clear enough when he asked her to get here before he did. But he'd been here for thirty minutes now and she was still a no-show. There was no way she could have changed her mind about coming. She wouldn't do something that stupid and irrational. He would crush her for it, she knew that much. He sat down on the king-sized bed, tapping his feet repeatedly, and intertwining his hands. Goddess help her if she eventually doesn't show up. The low ring of the bell got him springing to his feet and going for the door. He had texted her the room number the minute he booked it. So it better be her at the door. He turned the doorknob, and the door opened slightly but grew wider when he saw it was her. She was dressed in a skimpy, blue gown, with a lacy design around her cleavage, showing a bit of it. Her litt