MESSIAH JORDY'S POV A huge smile curved my lips as my son finally fell asleep. He was comfortably lying on the queen-size bed in my suite. His chubby figure fit the new clothes we got him. For some reason, he seemed oddly at peace here and that melted my heart. "Thank you so much." I said, turning to the woman next to me. She was one of the hotel attendants but she was elderly and had assisted me with bathing my son, feeding him, and tucking him in for the night. Arlo promised to pay her for the inconvenience, even though she insisted it was all from her heart and she just wanted to help. It was a huge relief to have her here. I wouldn't have known how to go about this. "It's no problem, Miss." She beamed at me and glanced at my son. "You have a lovely child. And it's a real pleasure for me to be able to take care of him. Even though it's just for the night." I smiled. Slowly, we left the bedroom, shutting the door. Out in the sitting room, I heaved in relief. This has

THIRD PERSON'S POV "Bro, are you alright?" Jamal patted his lap, snapping him from his thoughts. He had gone oddly silent and left everyone hanging. "Yeah. I'm… I'm good." Zach stuttered with a cracked smile. He was growing more uncomfortable, sitting longer in his seat instead of going after her. After the girl. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and he was almost hyperventilating. He gulped down his drink, wincing at the hard burn it gave his throat. He shouldn't have swallowed it so fast. But he wasn't himself. He broke into a muffled coughing fit, attracting quite the stares from Jamal and the other guys. But he offered an apologetic smile, repeatedly hitting his chest. His wolf was hyped and his heart was racing like in a marathon. His senses heightened. Everything seemed to have become static to him. Indistinct. Sounds were echoing in his head, instead of being clear. All he could hear were the definite sounds of her footsteps and was almost clogged by her mes

KING ARLO'S POV "Your Majesty." Luther called out, walking towards me in such an arrogant gait like he owned the floors. Or better still, the Packhouse. Was he here, knowing we were back or was this just a coincidence? But fuck it, with Luther, nothing is a coincidence. And you'd be a fool to let your guard down when you're around him. It looked like a normal, harmless visit. But deep down, I was growing restless. Alpha Hillary wasn't the only one who looked different in the few days of my absence. Even Luther looked very different. Not in a sickly way like Alpha Hillary. But there was this change of aura around him. It was different. Menacing. 'Outrightly' menacing. Like he wasn't trying to conceal his monster side anymore. His steps. His hooded eyes. His all-black menacing attire. The cocky smile on his face. The darkness that was creeping around his smile. I think it was safe to say that Luther had finally stopped pretending and had decided to let everyone see him f

THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther walked in but there was no sign of her. Her strong scent still lingered so he figured she could be in the bathroom. Just as he thought, the bathroom door opened and she walked out. She saw him and froze, not wanting to take any more steps. The door was locked. He locked it. That reality freaked her out even more. "What— what are you doing in here?" She was panicky. And for a second, she considered running back inside the bathroom and locking herself in until he left. But he just might tear down the door if she dared to do that. He looked more feral than usual. Upsetting him would be a disastrous idea. "Now do you understand?" His guttural voice sent ripples down her spine. "You can't get away from me. You can't end what we have. And any day you try to, I'll come here. I'll pay another unexpected visit. I'll make your Father realize with a little, wild bitch you are." "Please, don't." Zoey sobbed, rubbing her hands. It was her biggest nightm

THIRD PERSON'S POV "Go take a shower, Zach. It's almost noon. We should get going." "Leave me alone." Zach mumbled, stuffing his face into his pillows with an exaggerated groan. Jamal buttoned his shirt and took one last look in the mirror before going to join him on the bed. He softly rubbed Zach's back. "Let me say this again. I'm sorry about last night. But I was saving your ass, man. You should be grateful. Hitch almost caught you with his girl in that restroom." "But he didn't…" "Yes, he didn't. He didn't catch you stealing glances at her all through the night either. He didn't notice you giving her champagne just so you could brush your fingers against hers. He didn't see you subtly sniffing her like you wanted to gobble her up. He didn't see you slipping a note into her hand when we were saying goodbye to them. He didn't see anything last night. And that makes me wonder if he's just plain stupid or fucking blind." Jamal ended his rambling with a snort and stood