Leah's POV "How's Lucas been doing?" Laura asked. "He doesn't come across as a man who would send girls flowers." "His condition is worsening. I have to let him stay with me, otherwise, he will get weaker and weaker," I said and put those flowers into a vase. "I'm not supposed to say this, but as your best friend, I have the obligation to remind you that you're having a very unhealthy relationship with your ex-mate," Laura frowned and said. "What can I do? I can't just watch him die. He wouldn't move on with his life and I don't know where his second chance is," I said. "Even if I helped him to find his second chance, I don't think he would take it. He was so stubborn to take me back and refuse to sign our divorce papers." "Maybe you should try to talk to him," Laura said. "I tried. I really tried. But it seems whenever I tried to have a conversation with Lucas, it ended up with me getting fucked or he gets injured. It's like a curse," I covered my face. "Poor Leah," Laura came

Leah's POV Alpha Kyle was shocked by my sudden wake. He was petrified for a moment, but then, I saw a sadistic look in his eyes. Before I could react, he had already choked my neck with both of his fat hands. "Why are you awake, Leah?! You're not supposed to be awake! Why can't you be obedient as the other bitches and shut the fuck up?!" He barked at me as he was squeezing his hands. I couldn't use Lycan force to bash him into a meat pie, because it would disclose my real identity. So I grabbed a random object from the side and smashed it against Alpha Kyle's bald head. The hands that choked my neck immediately loosened. Alpha Kyle rolled down my body and fell to the ground like a heavy sack of flour. I threw the thing in my hand. It was a giant, horse-sized dildo. I couldn't believe that this old asshole would use something like that to torture women. Alpha Kyle covered his head, rolling on the floor in pain. "You've never seen that coming, right?" I lowered my head and kick

Leah's POV "No, Lucas, please don't... Don't do it here..." I tried to push him away in vain. "What? You don't like it when your little boyfriend is around? Do you want to ask him to join us? Does that turn you on?" Lucas asked. I was still under the influence of last night's hangover. My head was so painful that I couldn't even concentrate on whatever Lucas was doing. I desperately shook my head and said in a low voice, "No... Make it stop..." "I will stop when I get what I want," Lucas said as he removed my clothes. Our lips met in an intense kiss, which I did my best to avoid. I couldn't believe it. After all these years and what he had done to me, I still couldn't resist his sexual appeal. He explored my mouth, and our bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. I was sure that I wasn't coerced, yet everything about what we were doing felt so right and wrong at the same time. As Lucas' hands roamed over the curves of my body, I moaned softly in pleasure. That's what I'v

Leah's POV As the sun rises over the rolling hills, a gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers and salty sea water through the air. The sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking filled the tranquil atmosphere of the small port village on the continental side of the bay, where life seemed to move at a slower pace. Darren parked his bike on the side of the road, and waved at a boy who was staring at us curiously at a distance. "Come here." Darren prompted him. The boy hesitated and shifted back a bit. "You can touch my bike if you want." Darren winked at him and smiled. The boy ran forward and stretched out his tiny hand, stroking the leather surface of the bike. "Can you keep an eye on my bike? I'll go to the island and come back later," Darren said. The boy stared at Darren with a frown. Then, he turned his head toward me, stretching out his arms. "Do you want a hug from me?" I melted. The boy tiptoed to stretch out his arms toward me even higher. I chuckle

Leah's POV "Chief, he's from the Eagle Tail Pack. They are the most powerful pack in the South. We can't mess up with them. Alph Dire would be mad at us." A soldier pulled the sleeves of the head soldier and said in a quiet voice. The head soldier thought for a while, looking at Darren, and said, "You can keep your car, kid. But do not show up again on Mediland again." "Or what?" Darren tilted his head and asked. The head soldier was about to walk away, but he stopped and turned toward Darren. Just when I thought the head soldier was about to jump at Darren and start a fight, a deep, velvet voice appeared from outside - "Dylan! I haven't seen you for a really long time!" A tall, muscular young man walked into the room. His tanned skin gleamed with sweat and his muscles bulged with a powerful force to be reckoned with. He was wearing a rugged black T-shirt with the logo of a running dog. On the back of his shirt, I saw a line of printed words - "Grey Hound Delivery". "What's u