JarekDiscarding my shirt, I pick up the ax and start chopping logs into small pieces. My arms muscles strain with each strike while my wolf restlessness turns into agitation. The clubhouse has slowly started to fill with unmated wolves who have difficulty controlling themselves during the full moon. We have isolation cells, and these wolves prefer being locked away than giving into their animalistic urges. Usually, I don't get this restless with their presence, but this time it is different. I have found Gianna, and all these wolves are just a challenge to my wolf because we haven't marked Gianna. Anyone can try to approach her as she doesn't have our mark, and no one would know that she is mine. Even though I am giving her space and a choice, I pray that she have mercy on me and accept this bond and me once again. The more I think about someone thinking about her in a way that should be prohibited, the more my anger rises. The thought of someone seeing her in a way that only bel
Gianna "It is such a relief to know that you trust us." Stella smiles sweetly, "Because me and Jarek, we are really close." Lifting her hands slightly she interlocks her fingers while raising her eyebrows. "You know, the kind of relationship we share is very special. I don't know if Jarek has told you about us, but all I can tell you is that we have been there for each other almost all our lives. So it is okay if you have doubts about us, because if I were you even, I would have some doubts." She laughs nonchalantly. "That's why you aren't me because I am not someone who is going to waste their time thinking about something which doesn't exist in the first place." I mirror her smile, "Jarek has already told me about the brief fling you had. And even told me how he realized you are his good friend, and his feelings are just platonic." "You might be his first, but I am the one who is going to be his forever." Looking directly into her eyes, I hold Jarek's hand, staking my claim. "So
Jarek "Stop it, Jarek." She lets out a giggle while trying to push my head away. Growling lowly, I hold her firmly and continue to lick the wound on her neck. My heart aches at the sight of her bruise neck, and I can't bear the thought that she is hurt because of me. Mates can heal each other. Mates share and bear each other's pain, that is beauty of a mate bond. Giving up, she rests her head against my chest and sighs. Feeling satisfied with her resignation, I continue to lick her skin. Slowly, the bruising starts to lighten while her wound begins to heal. Within a few minutes, the bruising disappeared, leaving her soft skin unmarred. "Perfect like always." Running my finger across her skin where the remnant of my failure was, I smile. She sits up and touches her neck and a surprised expression flashes on her face. "Another perk of being your mate, huh?" She laughs while shaking her head, "What else do you have under your sleeves, mate?" She arches an eyebrow playfully. "A
Gianna "You look happy," Lily comments while smirking at me as she places a glass of apple juice in front of me. "And a little puppy told me that even our Alpha seems to be in a happy mood." "Jarek and I, we talked." Shrugging, I swirled the straw in the glass."Just talked?" She raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, we talked and sorted things out." Picking up the glass, I take a small sip while the feel of his lips is still fresh in my mind. "Liar!" She shakes her head and grins, "It is written all over your face that these lips were busy in a making-out session with our Alpha." "Am I right, or am I right?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Shut up!" I playfully glared at her while trying to keep the smile off my face. "Tell me, did you two reach other bases or not?" Leaning forward, she whispers, causing my eyes to widen at her question. This woman has no shame! "I don't kiss and tell. So, shoo." I push her away, narrowing my eyes at her with a playful look. "So, you agree that you kissed Al
Jarek Elijah's doubt was right; along with helping my people, I opened the doors to my enemies. It wasn't difficult to find the traitors among us because we knew what we were looking for. Signs of defiance were the clear giveaway who is not one of us. I have used my Alpha command on my wolves, and people who are against me were the only ones on whom my command never worked. But until this moment, I wasn't aware of the presence of hunters in my clubhouse. My land is not only infiltrated by traitors, but even hunters have managed to enter my territory with the help of these traitors. My vision momentarily blacks out as a sharp pain sears in my heart. Gianna. Instantly, I turn to her as the smell of her blood reaches my nose. Hot lava runs through my veins as I give all my control to my wolf and run toward her when I see a wolf attacking her. Jumping on the wolf, I push him off her and extending my claws, I slash him across his belly. Blind with rage, I keep attacking this bastar
Jarek I close the door of my office and walk around my table. Eric takes one of the seats in front of my table, leans forward, and keeps his elbows on his knees. Walking behind my chair, I cross my arms over the chair's backrest and look at Eric, expecting him to speak. But silence lingers in the room, which is heavy with tension. "I am asking you, not as your Alpha, but as a guy who always looked up to you." Taking a deep breath, I start to speak, "Why do you think I am unworthy of your daughter? The distrust in your eyes pains me because I have been nothing but honest with you." "Eric, you were the first one I told that she is my mate because I believed you would understand what she means to me. Then why now are you questioning my bond with her?" I run my hand through my hair while I frown. "When you hold that little baby in your arms, it is not just love which fills your heart; there is immense fear also." He looks at his hands while different emotions cover his face, "That
Gianna I roll my eyes behind my closed eyelids while slowly gathering my senses. I haven't suffered from amnesia, so I fully remember what has happened. My leg is screwed, that's for sure. All I wish is that whatever damage is, it shouldn't be irreversible. I try to move the toes of my right leg, but all I feel is numbness. My fingers curl, and I feel the soft fur as purring vibrates through my fingers. My Charlie. Suddenly, I feel relaxed because I am home. The sound of shutting of door catches my attention, and I force myself to open my eyes. "I must have died and gone to heaven because the sight before me is nothing but heavenly." A smirk curls my lips as I shamelessly eye Jarek as he runs a small towel through his wet hair. A towel is wrapped around his waist as the droplets of water from his shower travel down from his muscular chest toward his perfectly sculpted abdomen. "If I had known this sight would greet me when I woke up, I would have knocked myself out
Jarek Gianna gives me a helpless look while patting Diana's back as she clings to Gianna and cry. Smirking at her, I simply shrug while showing no signs of saving her from my aunt's hug. She narrows her eyes at me, but secretly loving the attention she is getting from everyone as there is a hint of smile on her lips. Since everyone found out she is up, everyone is fussing over her. At took a while for Karen to stop crying and now Diana is having difficult time controlling her emotions. Sometimes I wonder who is going to win the crying competition if these both participate because they both cry a lot... Like really a lot. "Taylor, why are you standing at the corner? You can come and sit here, I don't bite." Gianna pats the space beside her and laughs. Taylor doesn't smile or moves from his place. His grave expression never leaves his face as he continues to stare at the floor. He is feeling guilty and responsible for what has happened with Gianna. He thinks he has failed me and h
Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi
Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa
Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve
GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or
Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into
Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i
Gianna Just as the message said, a car was waiting for me outside the clubhouse before dawn. My body is still recovering from the birth, but my bond with Jarek has definitely sped up the healing. Nobody except Brooke and Monica knows about the birth because I want to keep their birth a secret. I know all my movements are going to be monitored, so I need to put up a convincing act that I am actually going to do as I am asked to do. I have already shared the next part of my plan with Uncle, and as if now he must have contacted Dad while I am traveling to wherever the hell I am being taken to. My eyes are blindfolded, and my hands are tied in my lap. Since not even twenty hours have passed, I still look pregnant, and even I have chosen to dress in a slightly fitted shirt that focuses on my stomach. If I can fool everyone at the club who has seen me all this long, then there is no way that bastard will be able to figure it out so soon. I just need to stay calm and play my cards sma
Gianna Tonight is a very important night. In a few hours, a lot is about to change. Even though I wish things were different, I am feeling excited as well as there is some hint of fear in me. The kind of fear which you feel when you are about to do something that you haven't done before... or the kind of fear which grips your heart moments before a free fall. Pouring myself a glass of water, I take a large sip as my hand grips the side of the counter tightly. The pain I have been going through has been immense since I returned home. Fortunately, earlier, it was kind of bearable, so I managed to drive back home. Uncle has informed me that he will be sending his men to the club for extra security in case we need a backup. Since hunters have been dealt so now, we have got enough arms and ammunition in our possession to wipe out any entire town. And all this fancy stuff will be delivered to the club once I have left so that we can utilize this to our advantage. I stand straighter wh
Gianna Burton stares at me, looking unphased, but I have read the hint of fear in his eyes. So, the heartless bastard isn't so brave now. Neither Burton nor his son Desmond thought that I would actually go through with my threat. But they didn't know I wasn't threatening them, but I was more like informing them. So, when Lorenzo goes to Desmond with a hunter's knife in his hand, that's the moment when fear flashes in their eyes. And looking around the group of hunters, it is safe to say that Burton and Desmond aren't the only ones who are experiencing this fear. They know after him, it might be their turn. "Go ahead, Lorenzo, we don't have time." I motion with my hand while I study the nails of my other hand. "You know I have to get back to the club as everyone is waiting for me." "You can't do this." Desmond glares at me, and then he looks at Lorenzo with disgust, "You don't deserve to be called a man... because you are following a bitch's order." He points his finger at Lore