Jack’s Point of View:“This pitiful little thing cries so beautifully,” I thought, my lips curling into a cold smirk. Her tears only heightened my excitement. Finally, the day I’d been waiting for had arrived. Jack, this is the best decision you’ve ever made.Inside my mind, Uriel roared with unrestrained anticipation. “I can’t wait to make her suffer! Torture her! Break her, Jack!” His voice was feral, a chaotic drumbeat in my head, and I felt him pushing, clawing for control over my body.I gritted my teeth, tightening my grip on reality. Uriel was too dangerous to let loose right now. If I gave in, he would’ve killed Rose right there in that room.Instead, I locked her up and left without a second glance, making certain she had no chance of escaping.Uriel raged as I walked away. “Why leave now? Why not finish it? Rip her apart. A sexual slave doesn’t deserve dignity or clothes!”“Not yet,” I replied, my tone calm, deliberate, even as anger burned through my veins. “Death would be
Jack’s Point of ViewThe dungeon was as sinister as ever, its gloom pierced only by the dim, flickering glow of aged lamps.No matter how brightly the sun blazed outside, its warmth would never penetrate this place.Brad, weakened and battered, crumbled after only a few lashes. Trembling and pitiful, he spilled everything he knew.As I watched him break so easily, a thought crossed my mind: perhaps even if I hadn’t attacked the Maroon Hill pack, it would have eventually fallen apart on its own. Its leaders were inept, and the pack was rotting from within—a carcass waiting for scavengers.“Why did you approach Rose?” I asked, my voice low but commanding. “You knew very well she’s just a slave. It’s unlikely she would’ve even had the opportunity to get close to me.”This was the part that intrigued me the most. Only those in my inner circle knew of the relationship between Rose and me. To the rest of the pack, she was nothing more than an ordinary doctor.Brad hesitated, his eyes dartin
I pushed the door open, frustration coursing through me. The room was dim, bathed only in pale moonlight spilling through the window. My gaze landed on Rose, the woman I once cherished above all. She was curled up in the corner of the bed, clutching herself tightly, her fragile frame trembling under the soft glow of the moon.Flicking on the light, I approached her. Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, her hair damp with sweat and plastered to her forehead. Her lips, usually a delicate pink, now seemed devoid of color. Leaning in closer, I swept her hair aside and immediately noticed the heat radiating from her skin. She was burning up—her fever raging high.She muttered incoherently, her words faint and indecipherable.Her fingers twitched, then weakly grasped the hem of my shirt, as though silently pleading for me to stay.I hesitated, pushing aside the bitterness I’d harbored toward her.The anger I had carried moments before ebbed away. The urge to punish her vanished complet
Rose’s point of view:In the depths of my restless sleep, I found myself wandering through an endless desert. The sun blazed mercilessly above, its scorching rays burning my skin. The unbearable heat consumed me, and all I could think about was relief—cold, refreshing relief. Just as I was about to collapse, an oasis appeared before me.There was a comfortable chair shaded by a parasol, and beside it, a tall glass of iced lemonade glistened in the sunlight. I sank into the chair, savoring the blissful coolness that washed over me. It felt like heaven.But the dream was fleeting. The morning sunlight pierced through the window, burning into my eyelids and forcing me awake. Reality returned like a cruel slap.I wasn’t in an oasis—I was still trapped in the Blue Lagoon pack, bound to my role as a slave.Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I froze in shock. Jack was lying next to me, his presence unmistakable. Somehow, in my sleep, my arm had wrapped around his waist, my hand pressed under hi
Hilary’s point of view:As I had anticipated, Brad had come to search for Rose, only to face Jack’s wrath. Word quickly spread among the pack soldiers that Jack had been furious that night, imprisoning Rose once more.Hearing the news filled me with satisfaction. With Rose out of the picture, I was confident that Jack would eventually turn his attention back to me.This was the moment I had been waiting for—the day Rose’s influence would finally crumble, leaving Jack with no choice but to rely on me again. The outcome was even better than I’d imagined. As long as Jack believed I had saved his life, he would feel indebted to me. Surely, this would be enough to erase his prior doubts about me.However, to my dismay, all I received from Jack was a distant “thank you” and the restoration of my credit card. He didn’t offer any warmth or acknowledgment beyond that.I had hoped for a rekindling of the bond we once shared, but Jack remained as cold as ever. Though we were on better terms now,
Rose’s Point of ViewHilary barged into the villa with an air of entitlement, flaunting her wealth as if she owned the world. She had the nerve to announce she was going to make my life miserable. How ridiculous! I couldn’t fathom what I had done to deserve this hostility. She was so desperate to win Jack’s affection, yet completely oblivious to the truth—he wasn’t interested in her, no matter how hard she tried.It wasn’t hard to figure out why Jack didn’t reciprocate her feelings. She wasn’t his type. If she had any sense, she would have moved on and set her sights on someone else. Jack wasn’t worth losing her dignity over.Without a striking appearance or a well-sculpted physique, Jack was nothing more than an overgrown child. How Hilary could obsess over him so much was beyond me.Hilary’s glare was fixed on me, her teeth clenched in frustration. She deliberately knocked over a bucket of water, dirtying the floor I had just cleaned.I swallowed my anger. A while ago, she had smugl
I felt the strength of Jack’s hands as they gripped my shoulders, steadying me as I rose shakily to my feet. His warm breath ghosted near my ear, quiet but unmistakable. He didn’t let go until he was sure I had regained my balance. Then, without a word, he nudged aside a broken vase with his boot, clearing it from his path.An unsettling silence blanketed the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hilary’s hands tremble as her expression shifted from confidence to unease. She clearly hadn’t expected Jack to return so soon.“And who exactly gave you permission to step foot in my villa?” Jack asked coldly, leaning back into the sofa. His piercing gaze settled on Hilary, his voice calm yet edged with menace.“I… I was just trying to teach that girl a lesson!” Hilary stammered, her indignation barely masking her panic. “Jack, she’s dangerous! After what she tried to do to you, she deserves to be punished—thrown back into the dungeon where she belongs. Why are you still letting her stay
Hilary's povI stormed out of Jack’s villa, my heels clicking furiously against the pavement as I yanked open the door to my car. My blood boiled. I couldn’t believe the humiliation I’d just endured—kicked out like I was nothing. Jack’s cold, emotionless eyes haunted me, and the worst part? That bitch, Rose, had stood there quietly, acting all innocent, like she wasn’t the root of all my problems.I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I sped down the road, my thoughts spiraling. “Why does Jack even let her breathe?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s useless, a leech sucking the life out of him and this pack. If I were in charge, she’d be rotting in a dungeon, begging for death.”I swerved onto the main road, my mind racing with all the ways Rose had ruined my life. Jack used to look at me differently. He used to care—or at least pretend to care. Now, it’s like he’s blind to everything I’ve done for him. And for what? To protect him? To be by his side? All he does is defend he
Hilary’s Point of ViewThe moment Jack admitted he loved Rose, something inside me shattered.Jealousy burned through my veins, tightening around my heart like a vice. Disdain curled in my chest, bitter and suffocating.Jack was a fool.There was no way he would abandon the Blue Lagoon Pack for Rose. Even if he wanted to, she would never truly accept him. How could she? He was responsible for her father’s death, for the destruction of everything she had once known.And yet… my words had shaken him. I saw it in the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes before he turned cold again, giving me a hateful glare.Then, with no hesitation, he expelled me from the pack.My breath caught in my throat.He was serious.I had spent years by his side, believing that no matter what happened, he would never cast me away. That even if he didn’t love me the way I loved him, he would at least respect the bond we shared.But now… now I was nothing to him.Pain twisted in my chest, and I couldn’t stop the te
Jack’s Point of ViewFor the first time in what felt like an eternity, I woke up to something beautiful. The weight of my past, the shadows that had always loomed over me, seemed momentarily lifted. My mate lay beside me, and for once, everything in my pack was under control. This was the kind of peace I had only known in my dreams.But as I turned to Rose, I noticed something was off. She had been distant since waking up, her expression guarded. She tried to mask it, but I could tell—something was wrong.Was it because she was once a slave? Did she believe that her past would always stand between us?I had offered her the place that was rightfully hers—Luna of the Blue Lagoon Pack.“Damn it, you fool! What are you thinking?” Uriel, my wolf, snarled in frustration. His anger burned through our bond, but for once, I didn’t waver. I had made my decision. Realizing I wouldn’t be swayed, Uriel let out a furious roar inside my mind before falling silent.Rose, on the other hand, simply low
I barely slept through the night, and when morning came, I woke up to the warmth of a strong body pressed against my back. That was when reality hit me—I had made a terrible mistake.Last night, I had given in to my desires and spent the night with Jack.The passion we had shared felt like a dream, but now, in the clear light of day, regret and shame crashed over me like a tidal wave.“Go back to sleep. It’s still early.”Jack’s voice was deep and husky as he tightened his hold around me. He must have sensed my movement. Resting his face in the crook of my neck, he let his fingers lazily trace over my skin, occasionally brushing against my chest in a way that made my breath hitch.Oh God… What have I done?I had no idea how I had lost control last night, how I had let myself give in to him so easily.Jack had fallen asleep with his leg draped over mine, and even now, he remained in the same position. His words snapped me back to reality, making me instantly alert. I needed to get out
Rose’s point of view:"Ah… As Jack pushed his huge cock into me, I bit my lip in pain.Hearing my painful moan, he froze. Covering my lips and my jaw with kisses, he caressed my neck while he pinched my nipples from time to time. It was only when I finally relaxed, that he began to enter and leave me slowly.Raising my head, I let out small gasps. I could hear Jack’s slightly laborious breathing in my ear. As he bit my collarbone, he opened my legs to penetrate me deeply. I could feel his thick penis rubbing against the walls of my vagina.Having seen my frown of discomfort, Jack slid his hand over my sex before caressing my sensitive knot. Then, he used his index and middle finger to spread my vagina, so that he could sink deeper into me. His hips hit mine, and I could even feel his balls slapping against my ass with every push."Baby...", said Jack in a low and gruff voice, biting my earlobe.He had never called me that, which fuelled my excitement and heart rate.He was so heavy th
Rose's point of view:"No, it's because you're in love with me. ”Jack’s voice was not strong, but the words resounded in my ears like a thunderbolt in the night sky.His words brought me back to reality.In the past, I had always found various excuses to justify my behaviour. I had saved Jack because it was my responsibility as a doctor. I hadn't poisoned him because he was a good person and I couldn't be cruel to him. I had always told myself that I would not fall in love with my enemy.Unconsciously, I had avoided my feelings for him, not wanting to think.I frowned when I had conflicting emotions. Did I really fall in love with Jack? But he was my enemy. How could I fall in love with him? Why did my heart beat faster every time I saw him? I should have heard it at that moment as before, but I couldn't push it away. I even forgave him when I saw how guilty he felt at that moment.Maybe... Maybe I really fell in love with him."Why do you look shocked on your face? "asked Jack with
Once the truth came to light, a crushing realization hit me—I had been terribly wrong to treat Rose the way I did.The memories of her pleading, her tear-streaked face, and the way she had begged for me to believe her flashed through my mind like a relentless storm. A sharp pang of regret twisted in my chest, guilt bubbling up like molten lava.Why hadn’t I trusted her? Why? Was it simply because she was James’ daughter? That moment, I felt like the most wretched person alive.When the car pulled up in front of the villa, I hesitated. My legs felt impossibly heavy, as if each step toward the door carried the weight of my sins. For the first time in my life, I struggled to move forward.Slowly, I pushed open the door. My breath caught when I saw her—still chained to the bed, the cruel evidence of my distrust binding her in place.Shame burned through me. I couldn’t even meet her gaze as I rushed to free her, my hands trembling as I undid the restraints.She didn’t say a word. But as he
Jack’s Point of View:Before Rose even had a chance to explain herself, all I wanted to do was punish her—to break her completely. But the moment she mentioned proof of her innocence, a flicker of hesitation crept in. I studied her with narrowed eyes, torn between disbelief and reluctant consideration.She had lied to me before, twisted the truth so many times that trusting her again felt like walking straight into another betrayal. I didn’t want to be fooled again—not when the rage inside me was barely contained. If I let her deceive me once more, it would push me over the edge.“Trust me one last time, Jack,” she whispered, leaning toward me, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. The belt securing her wrists had left angry red marks against her pale skin. Her voice wavered, but there was something raw, something utterly sincere in it.My body responded before my mind could catch up. Desire stirred within me, sharp and unwanted. I clenched my jaw and abruptly stood, needing to distance
Rose’s Point of View:My mind drifted back to that evening at the elegant restaurant. I clearly remembered disposing of the poison, flushing it down the toilet. The small glass bottle that had contained it—I had tossed it into the trash can in the bathroom. The scene unfolding before me now felt eerily familiar.Yet, something didn’t add up. Jack’s soup had been poisoned. But who was responsible?Hilary was the only one who had overheard Brad’s scheme to poison Jack. She was also the one who had sounded the alarm about the soup. But I hadn’t done it. That left only one possibility—Hilary had poisoned Jack herself. She must have realized that I hadn’t gone through with the plan, and in an effort to frame me, she had taken matters into her own hands.But there was a flaw in her plan. The poison Brad had given me was rare—colorless, tasteless, and incredibly difficult to obtain. Unless she had somehow gotten her hands on the exact same poison, the one she used had to be different.There
Hilary's povI stormed out of Jack’s villa, my heels clicking furiously against the pavement as I yanked open the door to my car. My blood boiled. I couldn’t believe the humiliation I’d just endured—kicked out like I was nothing. Jack’s cold, emotionless eyes haunted me, and the worst part? That bitch, Rose, had stood there quietly, acting all innocent, like she wasn’t the root of all my problems.I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I sped down the road, my thoughts spiraling. “Why does Jack even let her breathe?” I hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s useless, a leech sucking the life out of him and this pack. If I were in charge, she’d be rotting in a dungeon, begging for death.”I swerved onto the main road, my mind racing with all the ways Rose had ruined my life. Jack used to look at me differently. He used to care—or at least pretend to care. Now, it’s like he’s blind to everything I’ve done for him. And for what? To protect him? To be by his side? All he does is defend he