Zver's p.o.v I felt it and I could smell the hunters approaching our pack. I had been expecting them and I was looking forward to their arrival for a very long time. I quickly walked out of the pack house and found my father and the elders outside talking in low voices.  "Elders," I called softly.  They quickly looked at me as one gestured me to move closer.  "Alpha, I don't know if you detected this, but a few hunters and assassins might be on their way to here." He said.  I nodded then looked at my father. "Father, please gather the warriors quickly," I ordered seriously. He nodded then rushed ahead.  "Elders, I know it's out of disrespect to ask this of yo

                  Zver's p.o.v I sat in a bar from afar looking at the female council seated at a huge table surrounded by young men who looked like warriors in their twenties.  She wore a beautiful golden gown that was adorned in glitters and diamonds that shone brightly. Her hair was richly fixed and let down in curls. Her lips were a shade of red and her face was fixed with makeup. The jewelry on her hand and neck were damn expensive and the high heels on her feet gave the perfect support to her dress which had a long slit on the left side. She was laughing softly while taking a sip from her champagne glass. The men who were there were all dressed up in suits and trying hard to impress her while some were trying to touch her. I chuckled softly then removed a cigarette from my pocket and wasted no time in lightening it up.  

Monica's p.o.v  "Monica," Halt called softly.  I lazily turned and faced him with a forced smile across my face.  "Yes sir," I answered calmly.  He chuckled softly and stood in front of me.  "How many times do I have to tell you this. It's not sir or senior warrior, it's Halt to you." He said then grabbed my hands in his gently.  I wasn't happy at all, I hated how familiar he got with me. As if he and I were bonded, when in truth I wasn't bonded to any male.  "You know, soon the ceremony will start. And... I have been training a lot ...." He trailed off.   What. How dare he!. Did he think I wanted him!. My Tasmanian wanted the strongest male as our bond, and who better than the alpha himself. He was the

                    Damon's p.o.v  Something was wrong with me as well as my body. Since yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about that female Tasmanian. A part of me was very concerned about knowing how she was doing. Was she still in pain?. Was she okay and resting?. Was she sad or alone!. Definitely not the last one, that asshole was all over her.  I groaned loudly and brushed my hand through my hair ignoring the chains that were on each side of my wrist and legs. "Monica," I whispered out her name. She was beautiful, so damn beautiful that if I wasn't a hunter and didn't know what she truly was, I could have taken her to bed a lot of times. She had the sexiest body I had ever seen and that cheekiness on her face that screamed hot. Damn, she looked like a fucking goddess from a television. It was hard t

Monica's p.o.v  "Be calm, act natural." I whispered to myself while I walked to the pack house.  "We can't be calm with that hunter in our pack cell." My Tasmanian answered in a snare.   Her tone was cold and I could feel her emotions clearly.  She hated the man and wanted him far away from us.  When we laid our eyes on him, everything seemed to stop then. Our hearts were rapidly beating and there was this urge that made us look at him in a special way, but then he spoke.  His words shattered my Tasmanian and the slight feelings she was beginning to feel were easily reversed.    To him, we were scums and monsters, and to us, he was a pathetic human who we wouldn't waste time in thrusting out claws in.