I wasn't able to respond before he slammed me against the wall and crushed his mouth on mine. Clinton kissed me as though he were drunk, his left leg roughly parting my legs as he pressed his body against mine. I moaned against his lips, kissing him back with equal fervor. My hands moved to his chest, and I began unbuttoning his shirt, desperate to remove anything that was keeping me from seeing his chest. Falcon purred in my head, fully supporting what I was doing. I chuckled and finished with the first three buttons before tearing the rest away, sending them flying through the air. “Better,” I purred, placing both hands on his chest. His abs felt incredible under my fingers, and I wanted to spend the night tracing them. They were utterly beautiful. Goddess, this man was a feast, and I wanted to devour him right now. Clinton grabbed my jaw, tilting my head to the side, and deepened the kiss. If he'd been kissing me like he was drunk before, now it felt like he was afraid I'd be
I woke up the next morning to an empty bedroom. Clinton was nowhere in sight, and as I got up from the bed, a dull throb between my thighs reminded me of last night’s intense passion. My skin tingled with the memory of Clinton's touch, the warmth of his body still lingering on mine. A slow smile spread across my lips as I recalled the way he made me feel—cherished, desired, and completely overwhelmed by his tenderness and passion. But that contentment quickly faded. A frown creased my brow as I remembered that we hadn’t completed the bond last night. What did that mean? Was he holding back on purpose? The uncertainty gnawed at me, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was something stopping him from fully claiming me. I sighed and glanced over at the nightstand where I’d left my phone. Grabbing it, I gasped when I saw the time: 6:28 a.m. I had only twelve minutes to get ready for training with Gamma Eric. Panic set in as I dropped my phone on the bed and dashed to the bathroom. I
After breakfast, I locked myself in my room. Clinton was yet to be back, so I spent time scrolling through the internet and watching some reels.By the time I grew tired of it and didn't have anything else to do, I left the room and headed to the library to pick a book. Once I selected one I liked, I spent the day reading it.By evening, I was beginning to miss my mate. I kept checking my phone for his call or any text message, but there was none. When I decided to call him, it was not reachable. If I had been initiated into the pack, then I would have mind-linked him directly.When I couldn't bear the loneliness anymore, I went in search of the Gamma to ask him about Clinton's whereabouts.Gamma Eric was sitting in the living room watching TV. I glanced at the screen to see he was watching a horror movie, so I quickly averted my gaze.Once he spotted me, he pointed at the space beside him, but I shook my head.“Any news on my mate, Gamma?” I asked, getting straight to the point. I di
KAEL.Dawn fucking Leonard.I sat on a stool one of my guards had brought into the dungeon, facing the two murderers from my pack—those I would soon eliminate.In my hand, I held a rod curled around my fingers, the ends fitted with three tail whips. A bowl of silver sat beside me, and without taking my eyes off them, I dipped the ends of the whips into it.I smirked as Alvin regarded me with wide-eyed shock that bordered on panic. Shame on him if he thought I wouldn’t torture them.I had a lot planned for them. First, I wanted to find out the reason for their betrayal because, despite racking my brain, I couldn’t come up with a motive.With a single roll of my shoulders, I asked, “So, who would like to enlighten me as to why my father was so brutally murdered?”“Oh please, I killed him in the most peaceful way ever,” Dawn scoffed. “Talk about brutality if I had chopped off his head.”Tipping my head back, I cackled. When I finished, I stood and sauntered toward them. I was going to st
KAEL.‘I want everyone to line up in front of the pack house immediately,’ I ordered all my pack members via the mindlink connected to the whole pack.Rage boiled like a cauldron, bubbling over with fury, threatening to spill and scorch everything in its path.I dipped the ends of the whip in silver, my jaw clenching as I inched towards Dawn. I didn’t wait to order her to lay on her back—I just swung the whip in the air, and it landed on her. Her cry rang out, sounding like music to my ears. I struck her again. And again. Until I lost count.Blood splattered across the ground, reeking of hatred and evil. Her words echoed in my head:“Your late father killed my dad and took over this pack from him.”No. My father didn’t. He was as good as they came. I knew his brother and his mate died in a plane crash, not—not what she claimed.I looked at the state she was in and nodded in satisfaction. I was going to eliminate them completely, but I wanted them to feel pain before they died—that was
RUBY. Right after training the following day, I walked back to the pack house to find Clinton in his office. He was going through some papers when I walked in.Once I shut the door behind me, I sauntered towards him and sat down on the empty seat available.His office was nice and well-decorated, but that wasn't what I was after this morning. I wanted to find out where the hell he was all through the previous day, why he didn't call me to tell me where he was, or why he didn't return my calls after he missed them.“Dear,” he looked up from the papers he was going through as his gaze landed on me.I crossed my arms, a frown on my face. “Where did you go yesterday?”“I had a meeting with the council of elders.” He dropped his hands on the desk, and I could see the tightness in his chin, which told me that whatever they discussed with him was something bad.“Is it something I can help you with?”When I was still with my biological father, I had worked with him regarding the affairs of t
“What gift do you plan on giving her?” I couldn't stop myself from growling. From the moment she told Ruby that she had a gift for her and that it would arrive in seven days, I knew she was up to something, and I needed to find out what it was. It didn't help that she was looking at my mate in that particular way while she said it.Mom faced me and shrugged. “Urgh, you are hurting my feelings. I have a gift for your mate. Isn't that what good mothers-in-law do for their daughters-in-law?”I knew she was lying. But the way she looked at me now somehow made me want to believe her.Could she be telling the truth, that it was only a gift and nothing more?I tugged on my hair and let out a puff through my lips.I didn't bother replying or saying another word to her as I left her room. I went to the sitting room, headed to the bar, and grabbed a bottle of beer.I walked to the window and watched the sky. My thoughts drifted back to last night when I was pleasuring my mate. I could tell she
RUBY.The day crawled by, every minute stretching longer than the last. I spent most of it locked away in the room, my mind tangled in thoughts of what Clinton was planning for me—for us.I could sense he was hiding something, but I wanted to trust him. I wanted to believe that if something was wrong, he'd tell me.I wished I was right.But it wasn’t just the secret Clinton was keeping that weighed on me. I was also hiding out to avoid running into his mother. Since that tense dinner on my first day here, I hadn’t seen her or heard a word about her.And if only things could stay that way.But I knew that was a wild wish.My lycan urged me to lure him into bed, and we both decided that this time, we would finally get laid. I couldn’t understand why he was taking so long to have sex with me.All my life, I had kept my body for the other half of my soul. But meeting Clinton changed my way of thinking, made me want to throw myself at him and forget all about my mate.And I also wanted to