“Target: Lord Draven De Lacey, Lycan of the American Werewolves
Region: North America and South America As werewolves, packs are the symbols that represent our unity and strength. They signify that together and only together, we live, hunt, and survive. Why? Because once we are divided, our borders weaken and outsiders take over. The duty of protecting this principle falls on the alphas of our packs. By living as examples themselves, they uphold the ideals that bind us as a society. On that note, we strongly request that the Lycan demote the Knight family from the alpha status. One of their own has crossed the line by murdering the wolf of an important personality, and has done nothing to compensate for that. Their actions have disturbed the unity we so cherish, and is slap to us as a community. We, the subjects of Lycan Draven, are more than convinced the Knight family is unfit to lead anyone. If you agree with us, this is a call to armsMary couldn't decide whether she should go. It had all started yesterday evening, after she'd returned from the outing with Belinda and her friend. She'd received a very surprising text from Cecily saying nothing but hello. The message had made her skeptical, considering their shared past and the fact they hadn't contacted each other for nearly a decade. However, curiosity took the lead, for Mary replied to Cecily's text. It had gone like that for a while—Cecily texting and Mary replying. Cecily had asked if Mary was in Chicago, and on receiving a confirmation, she'd proceeded to ask why. All Mary had revealed was that she was visiting a friend. That was when Cecily suggested they meet up. In her exact words, a lot was going on between them and it wouldn't hurt to straighten it out. That couldn't be done over the phone. Sitting on her bed in her VIP hotel suite, Mary wondered if the invitation was a trap. Cecily had sounded genuine, but many people were good at p
"What are you doing, Cecily?" Mary didn't allow herself to show fear. Her back straight and her head held high, she narrowed her eyes at her opponent. Cecily easily saw through Mary's act. Pushing back her seat, she slowly stood up, the smile on her lips growing arrogant. "Me? I'm doing exactly what it looks like." The men closed in on Mary. She could sense their hostility—they truly intended to hurt her. On the outside, she was able to maintain her cool, but within, her mind was running at a hundred miles per hour, trying to come up with a plan to escape this setup. At last, Mary aggressively kicked the table in front of her, allowing her space to jump to her feet. "I'm done with this." She marched towards the door, but was easily blocked by the men encircling her. Her unfazed expression flickered then, as she unconsciously took a step back. Swerving to face Cecily, Mary glared. "Tell your men to get out of my way." Frown lines formed on Cecily's forehead, her bottom lip
Marcus took a look around at the setting in the shop. Two extremely attractive women, and seven—no, eight—viral men. If he hadn't been pre-informed of the situation he was walking into, he would have figured it was one big happy gang bang. Shame it wasn't. Pulling a cigarette out of his stash and placing it between his lips, he lit it with a lighter. Smoke filled his lungs, and he puffed it out with the finesse of a professional. Someone was going to start talking in five... four... three... two... one. "Who are you people?" Cecily screeched, finally regaining her senses. "What do you think you're doing here?" "We're friends of Mary." Marcus drawled lazily, seemingly more interested in the cigar he was rolling round his fingers than the one he was speaking to. "I got a report that the little sister of this territory's alpha was planning to attack a Luna of another pack, and I was like—y'all just tripping. But hey, turns out the report was right."
"Miss Belinda is here!" "Miss Belinda! Miss Belinda!" The children chanted, all abandoning the papers and glue they had been working with. They rushed to Belinda, screaming and jumping as they surrounded her. Belinda laughed at their enthusiasm. None was older than 8 years old, and their smiling faces managed to put a smile on her own. Whenever she was down or felt depressed, she was assured that a trip to the Peach Valley Orphanage could uplift her spirits. "Hey guys!" Belinda knelt on one knee to hug the children.They giggled as they hugged back, those who couldn't directly touch her embracing those who could. Closing her eyes, Belinda enjoyed the feel of their soft skin on hers. They smelled of soap and milkshakes, like they usually did. The familiar scent comforted her, filling her heart with tenderness she rarely felt. Lifting her eyelids back up, Belinda let out a short laugh. "That's enough, guys." She said, dr
Draven could smell Belinda; she was in the house. He was surprised, however, that her scent was coming from his bedroom. She never went there unless he was in it, so what could have interested her about the room today? He was in no hurry to find out. Taking off his coat and unbuttoning his shirt halfway, he proceeded to his office, where he looked over documents that needed his signature. Over half an hour later, he sniffed out Belinda's scent once more, only to discover she was still in his room. Now, he was curious. Abandoning his paperwork, Draven headed to the master bedroom of the penthouse apartment. As he neared, a strong feminine fragrance assaulted his nose. It was a completely different smell from the one that had dominated his home for the past few weeks, which could only mean one thing... Belinda had gotten herself a new perfume. The pieces of the puzzle quickly put themselves together, causing a corner of Draven's lips to lift. He now had a good idea of what his sex slav
Panic gripped Belinda, widening her eyes and quickening her breath. Although she was aware she could never escape from the Lycan unless he let her, she struggled against her bonds, because she couldn't help herself. The words he'd said earlier echoed in her head... I would kill you... motivating her to struggle harder. She wasn't thinking straight, she wasn't listening to reason, and all she desired at that point in time was to be free. The rough fibers of rope chafed the delicate skin of her wrist, and only the dull ache it brought could make her stop squirming. "What will you do to me?" It dawned on Belinda then that she was completely at the mercy of the Lycan. He had always done whatever he pleased with her, but this time, she would have absolutely no way of fighting back. "What I do to you does not matter." Draven snapped, his tone harsh and commanding. "What matters is what you will do for me. Firstly, you must not speak unless spoken to, and when you do, you must refer to
“In the name of the moon goddess, are y'all hearing this!? Cecily Knight abducted the Luna of the San Francisco Pack and beat her to a pulp.” “I heard her pack was in full support of it. They planned to kill her, then blame her death on her husband so they could take over his territory.” “Does that even make sense? The lies that are circulating in this forum are just crazy.” “In any case, something fishy definitely went down between the Chicago and San Francisco pack, because they're declaring war! My guess is that the Chicago Pack were the ones in the wrong.” “Do you think the Lycan will intervene? My daddy told me of the time when he was a kid and two large packs in Europe were at war. Their territory was nearly destroyed. I don't want that to happen to us.”Paul stepped onto the VIP floor of the five-star restaurant, handing his coat to a waiting footman. Despite it being only 8 pm on a Saturday night, the flo
"I'll begin, my lord." Gerald hurriedly grabbed the opportunity to speak first. Settling into his seat, he took a deep breath to prepare himself for the speech he'd rehearsed severally in his head. "9 years ago, my youngest daughter, Mary Vaughn, was ambushed by Cecily Knight, sister to the alpha of the Chicago Pack, and poisoned with wolfsbane. This was no child's play, because my daughter had her wolf killed. All because of one pack's inability to control their member, my girl had to live the rest of her life without her important half." "I see." Placing his elbows on the table, Draven intertwined his fingers, leaning forward to rest his jaw on it. "But as you said, that was 9 years ago. Why wait that long to seek justice?"Gerald swallowed, his fist clenching under the table. He could never bring up this matter without encountering that one question. "I hesitated because I once believed burying the matter was the best way to handle it. I no longer share
Draven sat in the back of his SUV, the aura around him likable to a stormy night in the middle of an ocean. He was waiting, and he hated it. The longer his subordinates took to report back to him, the more restless he grew. His body vibrated with barely contained power, his gaze darker than the moonless sky. A moment later, his phone vibrated in his pocket and his expression never changing, he pulled it out. He swiped the screen, picking the call, and put the phone to his ear. "We've located Miss Knight, my lord." A deep voice droned into his ear an instant later. Draven listened to the address that came next, one he wasn't familiar with, then tilting his head towards his driver, repeated it. "How long is it from here?" The man behind the wheel hastily imputed the location into the car's GPS, and was provided with an answer soon after. "30 minutes, my lord. It's just on the outskirts of the city." Armed with information, Draven resumed the conversation with the one on the ph
Belinda's blacked-out mind gave way to consciousness, and the first thing she became aware of was the merciless throbbing In her forehead. Her entire body ached, as though her nerves were fighting a battle against her—and winning. Instinctively, she tried to find a position that was not so uncomfortable, but she felt like a log—too heavy and stiff to move. She realized then that despite her eyes being open, all she could see was pitch black. Her guess was that she was blindfolded, judging by the slight pressure around the diameter of her head, but she couldn't be sure. When she attempted to lower her hands to check, however, she met resistance. Without sight or mobility, Belinda had only intuition to use to assess her situation. She deduced that she was being pinned to a wall, both her hands held high above her head with handcuffs. Her bottom sat on a cold concrete floor, the dew on the surface seeping into her shorts and soaking it. She was alone, as far as she could tell, and in a
Draven never locked his doors, because every living being in the building knew to never disturb him without being summoned first. The only exclusion was his Beta, who he'd grown quite fond of over the decades. That privilege did not yet extend to his Beta's son and successor. The boy knew that, yet he walked through the front doors of the penthouse uninvited. And what was worse, he'd brought company. Dropping all he was doing, Draven leaned back into his chair, waiting for the trio to arrive. They found him soon enough, halting in front of his office's door. A soft knock sounded a second later, but the show of courtesy did little to lighten his mood. "May we come in, my lord?" Marcus' clear voice rang from behind the door. "You seem to have already come to a conclusion on that." The annoyance wasn't lost in Draven's reply. It should have been to scare them off, to give them the hint that he was not in the mood to entertain any guests. Yet, the wood swung open, ushering thr
Derek returned home well into the night, way past the customary 5 pm. He was newly discovering that a CEO working hard to revive his company was no easy job, and it often left him drained after a long day. Tonight, he heaved a sigh as he removed his suit blazer and pulled off his tie. As he stepped deeper into his apartment, however, he realized that his housemate's scent was way too faint, meaning she wasn't home. That made Derek frown, especially as to how late the hour was. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, absentmindedly strolling into his kitchen as he prepared to call her. That was when his eyes caught a piece of paper pinned onto his counter by a pan. He instinctively picked it up and went through it. “... wish for my own privacy...would appreciate if you respect my wishes.”Anger coursed through Derek at the words in the note. Like hell Belinda had moved out because she wanted “privacy”! She was simply locking him out again. Damn it, she hadn't even had the guts to
After closing the door behind her, Belinda gazed ahead at the room she would now be staying in till further notice. It wasn't the most luxurious quarters, but that was the thing about second-rate hotels—they were just below perfect and affordable.Dragging her luggage along, she advanced deeper into the room. She randomly deposited her bags on the floor and moved onto the bed. The soft mattress jerked as she plopped her bottom onto it, her mind too far gone to notice the bounce. Absentmindedly, she picked up the remote and switched on a channel. Although she gazed at the screen, she was not watching the TV program playing. She was thinking about too many things at once. Slipping out of Derek's apartment had been easy. As the other went to work early in the morning and came back late in the evening, she'd been able to pack her bags and leave without him realizing. She wasn't exactly running away. She'd left a piece of paper on the counter with her new address, which also specified the
"I've got a solution for all our problems." The proud declaration did not have the effect thought it would. Paul simply stared dead on at her, his flat expression displaying anything but curiosity. Georgina was no better. She did not appear irritated like her son, but her look was anything but impressed. "And what is that, dear?" Her tone was patient and indulging, like she was talking to a child she did not expect to say anything meaningful, but let him speak nonetheless. It annoyed Cecily senseless, but she forced herself to get past her anger. Pushing her chin even hire, she said, with just enough confident arrogance. "We trace the problem back to the source, and that's Belinda." "Moon goddess help me." The groan came from Paul. He rolled his eyes upward, praying to the deity above to grant him patience, because he was on the verge of committing murder. "Can you—for once in your life—not make everything about yourself and your crazed beliefs?" He snapped once he jud
Cecily was frustrated. She screeched, stomping her foot repeatedly like a child going through a tantrum. Her plan to spy on her stepsister to prove that she was the source of all their family's problems had gone to shit. Actually, she hadn't been spying on Belinda at all. She'd struck gold the first day she'd followed that omega paparazzi. However, neither she nor Belinda had done anything suspicious throughout their meet-up. When they'd separated, Cecily had naturally switched to following Belinda, but she'd lost her. Cecily neither knew where Belinda was staying, nor where she frequented. So, she'd been forced to revert to her original plan, waiting outside the skyscraper for Lexie. She'd tailed the latter for ever since, but was yet to spot her best friend. As a last resort today, she'd returned to the bank, and had crossed her fingers, praying that her target would show. No such luck. Why was the entire universe against her? Cecily screamed again. Why did everything have to go w
He knew him very well? Derek found himself feeling confused for the first few seconds. Then it hit him—this was not the first time he was coming face to face with the King of Alphas. Indeed, he'd met the Lycan not once but twice. The first being that faithful day he'd followed Belinda to this very building, and confronted her after recently recovering from his rejection. The Lycan had caught them in a very compromising position, and there had been no mistaking the fury in his eyes and he warned Derek off his mistress. The latter had ignored the directive, and had gotten Belinda into an accident. Another dreaded meeting had occurred. Heat rose Derek's neck, but not as much as alarm bells rang in his head. Somewhere in between the crazy events of the past months, he'd forgotten these encounters. He might be very well standing in front of a man who was out for his blood—a very powerful man at that. That couldn't be helpful to his cause. "I apologize for that time—I didn't intend B
A knock resounded in the small but organized study and to it, Draven replied, "Come in." With the scent wafting into the room, he already knew who the visitor was, and he had only given one person permission to come up to the penthouse. A man entered the office a beat later, bowing low before closing the door behind him. "My lord." The man greeted with worshipful respect. He was tall and quite bulky, with gleaming brown skin ripped around bulging muscles. However, behind his gruff exterior was a highly intelligent man, who could be subtle when he wanted. And that was why Draven had assigned him to this particular task. Pausing what he had been doing, the Lycan propped his pen between the pages of his open book. He leaned back into his chair, his pose casual yet powerful, his focus zoning in on the man in front of him. "Well?" He probed flatly. With a solemn nod, Travis Jonahson went on to deliver his report, like he'd been doing for the past few weeks. "In the last week,