KING ARLO'S POV(MINUTES TO ZACH'S ARREST)"We found him dead at the outskirts of the Pack, so we decided to bring him here, Alpha." One of the pack warriors explained with a bow."Why the hell would you bring him here? Look at him. He's a disgusting sight and a nobody. What matters if he's dead or not? You should know better than to disturb the Alpha with such an irrelevant matter." Luther picked up a fit."Yeah, the Beta is right. Why would you bring a common thug here and disrupt the peace of the Packhouse?" Alpha Hillary questioned."Because we think he was murdered, Alpha." Another Pack warrior replied. "His broken bones. The viciousness of his wounds. We think someone did this.""Of course, someone did this. But that person will be just another useless thug. Maybe they got into a fight. Maybe into an argument. Maybe it was a long-time vendetta. My point is, it has nothing to do with the welfare of the Pack. So why did you bring him here?" Luther countered again. He was growing

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"I hate that I want you, but I can't help it. You get my dick hard with just your scent and I wanna fuck you so hard that you scream my name above your lungs. Let the whole world hear your screams of pleasure. Let them know I'm the reason behind it. Me and my insatiable dick that craves your body and your heart…"I bit down my moans, as my fingers circled my pants, searching desperately for my clit. My fingers brushed against it but found their way back. Gently, I began rubbing it, as I read more erotic words from my book."Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it...Fuck me, Dastan. Please. He slammed her back on the table, pushing down the plates. He yanked off her panties and lowered, burying his face between her inner thighs…"Oh, God. My moans deepened, as I slid my fingers inside my pants, getting passed my panties and stroking my sleek clit. "...he ran his tongue over her pussy, eating her out and releasing slurping sounds. Her cries intensified as she

KING ARLO'S POVKilling her was out of the question but I would have if I could endure losing her. Getting me all riled up like that back there – she deserved death and more.Any other person, I would have throttled the last fucking air out of the person. But it was her. Dammit, it was her!So I was trying, I was fucking trying to wind it down. But I couldn't. She went too damn far. She should have known better than to push my buttons that hard."Arlo…" she was struggling in my grip, fighting for some air. I covered her mouth again, sucking her down to her throat, stealing every chance of breaking free from me.Her fists jammed my chest repeatedly, and her legs were squirming. It was all her futile attempt to catch some air. Still, I didn't let her go. Suffocating her was a maniac move, but I was as much a maniac when riled up.My anger morphed into a frustrating and unruly passion and slowly, I released her lips. She took in short, sharp breaths, and her eyes were moistened with tea

THIRD PERSON'S POVGamma Micah led the way into his study. Dropping his suitcase on the table, he walked over to the built-in wine cellar to grab a rebranded bottle of whiskey. He took out two glasses and filled them up. "I'm sorry you had to wait outside. I made a quick stop at the Packs engaging in the upcoming competition. By the way, will Jamal contest this year?""I have no idea." Luther gruffed out, settling on one of the chairs. He ripped open the buttons on his coat, feeling slightly pissed.Why did she have to be at that door, clad in just a short and a see-through crop top? Any gentleman would kowtow to her at that moment for a few minutes with her. Any rogue would have her at fang-point, demanding to fuck her? How could she be so fucking clueless? How could she parade in that outfit and even dare open the door, unsure of who was knocking?It was the most annoying shit. More annoying 'cause he couldn’t get the fucking image of her at that door out of his head. That fucking

THIRD PERSON'S POV The raucous laughter in the background invaded Arlo's ears, causing them to sting and increasing his irritation. His heavy eyes landed on the bartender serving another round of tequila and he grabbed a glass, chugging it down. "Hey man, that wasn't your order," Ivan whispered next to him. "So what?" Arlo grated out, dangling his eyes to the chubby, blond bartender, who seemed like he was going to protest but the coldness in Arlo's eyes killed his resolve. He cowered instead, pouring new drinks and apologizing to the customers. "Quit being an ass, Arlo. It's scary." Ivan said, and then his hand gripped Arlo's down, as he tried to reach for another glass. "Quit drinking too. You're only going to end up feeling worse." "You got no idea how I feel." Arlo hissed, slapping off Ivan's hand and grabbing the glass. This time, he got more stares than the first. But they knew better than voicing out their irritation. He chugged down the drink again, letting out a de