KING ARLO'S POVEvery step I took had a resonant sound like it was my fate that was about to be determined. And frankly speaking, it was. Whatever happens in that interrogatory hall with Zachary would determine what my relationship with Jordy would look like from now on.For three days, I haven't set my eyes on her. And I knew she'll be in the interrogation room. Having her around while I brutally interrogate Zachary would be definitely one hell of a task.To be able to pull through, I gave myself a million prep talks. When I get in there, I won't look at her. I'd look anywhere else but her. And if by chance our gazes meet, I won't stare for too long. I'd look away, recalling all the terrible things she said and the anger would be the fuel I need to carry out the trial.I had it all planned out. My resolve was steel-like. Not until the door opened and her scent hit me like a hurricane. I froze, sniffing up every whiff of it and exhaling dreamily as it chilled the deepest raging of my

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 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

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

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