Mary 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
Biting her nails and tapping her feet, Cecily waited for Paul to return at the front door, because it was unbearable to do so in her room. She checked the window every five minutes for his car, pacing when she saw there was nothing in sight. When she finally heard the pleasant hum of the Maybach truck's engine, she frantically pulled open the door and ran outside. The car came to a halt, and the driver hurriedly got down to open the door to the passenger seats. Paul exited the vehicle, a hand in a pocket of his suit's trousers. Cecily studied his face, attempting to read his thoughts from the look on it. She failed. "Well... How did it go?" Following her brother at his side, she struggled to keep up with his quick steps. "What did the Lycan say? Why aren't you saying anything?" Paul ignored her, focusing more on entering his home. His mother was waiting for him inside, her hands clasped in front of her thighs. Unlike Cecily, she noticed immediately