Ludovic's POV"I- I don't know what to say to her," I sniffed, turning to Iris, as if her face had the script of the right words to say to Amber. "I thought i was ready for this, but I'm not. This is harder than I thought," I confessed, clenching my jaw.I still can't believe father and Amber used to be lovers. It left me withdrawn for days wrapping my fingers around the truth. The woman I thought was my mother, whose hands nurtured me from childhood to adulthood, was not entirely my mother. Largely, by birth.Mother knew I was the son of another woman, yet, she brought me up without prejudice with all.the love I can ever ask for. Her lullabies, her recipes, the sound of her laughter, the liveliness in her gait; and she was not my biological mother?No doubt, father told me the truth. He couldn't have made that up- could he? No! It was the truth as it was. If anything to go buy, father losing consciousness was enough proof that the story was true.Now, I understood why I felt so attac
Ludovic's POVI stepped into my room to have a good time with Iris. A lot had happened since we got back from the dungeon. Mother's and Amber's funeral, as well as father losing consciousness for three whole days, had taken the time I was meant to spend with my mate. My wolf had been on a prowl, longing to be with his mate, and sink his mark into her shoulder. On my part, my crotch had a mind of its own- to massage the slick sweetness of Iris's vagina walls, thrashing in and out unashamedly. The pungent scent of her arousal has left my wolf and I intoxicated. The only right thing to do was to play my role as a responsible mate, and see to the utmost satisfaction of my mate's needs.But cracking the door open to see her tensed, with her eyes glowing and her claws drawn, I put a plug on my arousal, and moved to smoothen the strands of hair falling over her forehead. If she wanted to train, I'm certain she wouldn't pick the room as a suitable space. Something had happened before I got i
Iris' POVLudovic had his special way of putting my fears at bay. Trusting him came without hassles. Looking at him smile down at me, his large arm around my shoulder, cuddling me; what more do I need to be at peace with my mate. Even while with Gustav, the few memories I had of Ludovic at Amber's motel remained vivid, etched permanently in my brain. I still couldn't explain why I had disturbing visions about him. I dreaded having sex with Gustav to climax, knowing the tragedy that would follow. The bottom line, however, was my salvation from the dungeon. Perhaps, the visions served as a connection between Ludovic and me. Despite the miles separating us, he followed my scent to Gustav's dungeon to save me from death. If we're not fated to be together, what else could it be?Sitting beside him in his room, putting on his clothes, was the best thing that has ever happened to me since the murder of my parents. He made loving him very easy, and I intended to keep it that way.I rested my
Iris' POVHe pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, running his hand over the pink crown of his dick. He was hard and shiny, beautiful to wake any female's mouth water.Dark circles bedded his eyes, a sign of stress. He could have gone for a shower and crashed into bed immediately, but we felt this was the only time we had before another big crisis come crashing down out gates. His tanned pillow chest and abdomen stood in the way of the sunset days pouring in through the window blinds. He was the typical Greek god in human flesh. "Come here," I stretched my hands out, "I want to touch you. Climb into bed and come to me."A slow grin stretched his face, as he placed stepped between my legs. "What do you have in mind, Mrs Stone?"He arrested my breasts with his large hands. His hands were cold, soothing to the skin. Chills spread through my body, running through the length of my spine. His large truck lay above me like an umbrella, making me look smaller than a pea.I curled my legs
Gustav's POV"The devil's trumpet?" I furrowed. "Is it some kind of magical trumpet we have to blow into her ears to weaken her?" Zelta and Monica shared comical glances. Monica leaned against the wall, doubling over in laughter, and placing a hand on her stomach. Zelta stood apart, lips sealed, looking straight at me. She was visibly doing a hack job trying to steel herself from laughing at me, but out of respect for me, she chose to remain neutral."Seriously, Monica?" I scolded, arms akimbo. "Why are you laughing? It's just a question for crying out loud? I deserve to know what the demon's trumpet is."I noticed that the tempo of her laughter increased after I mentioned the trumpet thing. Zelta dipped her chin, trying to obliterate the laughter warming up her belly. "Will someone tell me what the hell is going on?" My hackles were rising, and I hated being used as an object of mockery. "It's a poisonous plant," Monica offered, dusting herself from the aftermath of making a circus
Ludovic's POV"I order you all to stand down." My eyes flickered, tuned to the color of rage. " Now!"The men stopped what they were doing, turning to face me. I glared from one face to the other, baring my teeth at them. They pulled their nose mask below their chin, tired and worn out from lack of rest. Dark circles rimmed their eyes, begging for relaxation.An experiment of this magnitude, so illegal and unlicensed, was being carried out in my pack without my knowledge. No doubt, father had a hand in this, but he wasn't alone. who was he working with? The pungent smell of blood and chemicals snagged at my conscience. Only a beast was capable of doing this. Never has it been heard that a wolf could be transferred into a human. The only way a human had the gift was through the bite. Merging the beast with a human had consequences that could lead to the death of the human. How the hell did they come up with this barbarism? "This is not your jurisdiction, Ludovic!" A very familiar voi
Iris' POVWe didn't see that coming. Laura had prepared them specially for us, disguising them as scientists. I snarled at Laura, throwing the jacket off my shoulder. "Shannon, these are not just werewolves, they're the creation of my hand. Each of them have the power of four alphas. You cannot beat them all."The animals growled forward, lips peeled back. I counted thirty of them, which means they could be more than that. The room was charged with a pump of adrenaline and dark magic. And I was having none of this shit.One of them aimed for Ludovic's throat. I stepped forward, grabbing the beast's jaws. "No one... touches my mate." With both hands, I tore his jaws apart, spilling drizzles of red and vengeance into the air. I dropped him to the floor, observing the rest of them. My wolf howled, begging for a spot in the fight. I gave in to her, cranking my neck. "They may be fierce and big," my voice went grave and distorted, "but they lack training, which is why we're going to fucki
Ludovic's POVThey were too many for us to tackle. Father and I did all we could to fight them off, but not without bruises and deep gashes on open parts of our body. One of the things that put us at a disadvantage was Iris. I set her unconscious body in a sitting position, wedging her back against the wall. We arced around her, fighting them off without moving more than few inches. Protecting my mate was my first priority, and I'd do it with my life on the line as I promised her.We killed off about fifteen of them, but they were still too many and daring for us. Father couldn't transform because of his incomplete body parts, which made more of the work load fall on me. "What are we going to do?" Father shouted, plunging his hands into the side of a beast he'd pinned to the ground. "These beast are not ready for a negotiation." He pulled the heart out and threw it into the face of another werewolf flying at him. "It's not my fault that they're pawns in the hands of their master," I