MESSIAH JORDY'S POV I felt a little uneasy joining my parents on the balcony of their bedroom. There were three deck chairs there and they already had two occupied. Mother on one and Father on the other. The last one was for me and I sat quietly, intertwining my fingers. Father looked terrible. He couldn't even grab the glass of water on the small table. Mother had to reach for it and feed him the water. Ever since Arlo told me to look out for him and that he wasn't feeling too good, I started watching him closely. And now, it was a no-brainer. Father was sick. Terribly sick. But the frustrating thing had to be the fact that he wouldn't let me get the Pack doctor to come and check on him. He didn't want to go to the Pack's hospital either. He preferred being locked up in his room with just Mother by his side. I couldn't help but feel like they were trying to make the most of the time they had together. Like, they wanted to spend as much time as they could in each other'

THIRD PERSON'S POV "Father?" Jamal had a momentary shock at the sight. What was his Father doing at a hotel? And why was he dressed all sophisticated again? Who was this friend he always had to meet that made him have to look very different? Almost recognizable. Curious as hell, Jamal couldn't keep his questions to himself, so he turned to the receptionist. "Luther Beaconsfield. Is he checked in here?" The receptionist was slightly put off by the sudden rigidity in his tone. But she took another second to check her list and nodded. "Yes, he is. Are you here for him or you're here to see Mr. Davidson Clark? He said he'll be out in a few minutes." "Sure. Thank you." Jamal nodded curtly and was going to walk away. But the crazy questions kept haunting his mind and he was back to pestering the receptionist. "I'm really sorry for the extra trouble…" he chirped in an apology, at the slight squeeze in her face. Subtly, he took out a wad of dollar notes and slid it to her. "

THIRD PERSON'S POV Three hours later, Jamal was approaching a huge, green gate attached to a high fence that circled the mansion standing taller inside the compound. The tarred road was serene. Other mansions stood a good distance away from each other on both sides of the road. It was a high-end area. Almost like a resort. Jamal stepped out of the car, banging the door shut with his jaw scraping the ground. It was the most shocking revelation of the night. Spending hours just to find his father's dirty little secret had just turned out to be more than he bargained. The house. The area. It was awfully and nostalgically familiar to him. It was one of their family houses. They always came here when his father wanted to get away from his duties and needed time alone. Or when it was a holiday. This was his family's bonding spot. But now, his father was using it for his hanky-panky business? Of all the houses they owned, why did he choose to taint this one with his dirty sec

KING ARLO'S POV The hushed voices were getting louder at my every, close step. I got to the door and it was pulled open from inside. Like they were anticipating me. And they were. I had told the butler to announce my arrival an hour ago. Enough time for them to carry out whatever preparations were necessary for my visit. "Greetings, Your Majesty." The nannies echoed, with their hands crossed in front and their heads bowed. I nodded. My gaze went to my son lying in the crib with a binky in his mouth. His all-blue attire synched with the rays of sunlight from the blinds, giving him a more breathtaking glow. Seeing him was heart-warming as always, and I let myself smile. Not like I could help it though. He just had a way of always making me weak and vulnerable. In a sweet way. "You may leave." I dismissed the nannies. They bowed again and headed out of the room. I strolled to the crib and crouched in front of it. His tiny hands were fisted and I grabbed one of them,

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV I watched as the maid placed the water on my nightstand. She bowed and left. Slauson was on my couch, still trembling, even though I had my thickest duvet resting on his shoulders. He looked traumatized. Probably from seeing the sentinels in their wolf forms and from getting beaten up and locked up in the dungeon. I had them release him but he was so shaky that his knees continuously hit each other. They had to drag him in here. It'd been half an hour but he still hadn't said a word. His teeth clattered nonstop and he would bite his lower lip and let out a subtle whimper at intervals. I wanted to let him be until he got calmer on his own, but I figured he might be thirsty. Hence, I sent for the water. "Here, have a drink." I had the cup in his face. He didn't budge. I sent it closer and he finally noticed it. He looked up at me, eyes filled with terror. "The girl who just walked in, isn't she one of them? She's just like those gruesome creatures, right