Gianna "Aren't you the cutest pup ever?" I boop the puppy's nose and coo at him. In case you are wondering, it is not a wolf pup. It is actually a puppy who wandered into our clubhouse. These big werewolf bikers are clueless creatures because they are looking at this tiny baby as if they have seen something weird. Tony held the puppy with his scruff as a circle of curious bikers formed around him when I rescued this poor puppy from them. "Come here, puppy!" Sitting on my knees, I slap my thighs as I call the wobbly thing to get into my lap. He falls on his own feet as he attempts to come to me. OMG, I am going to cry because he is so cute. "Yes, you can do it." I cheer him when he again gets on his four and walks to me. "Are you lost, sweetheart?" I pick him up as soon as he nears me and hug him closely, "Where is your mama?" He snuggles closer to me and lets out cute noises. "I had sent the prospect to go and search around to look for mom." Tony runs his hand over his bald
Gianna I am trying to engage in a conversation with other club members, but I often find myself spacing out. My mind keeps on drifting to Jarek. the worry about his safety is clawing in my heart. Not only his but dad's and other club members who are with them. This meeting unnerves me because maybe I am aware it is because of that it is happening in the first place. If anything goes wrong, then I will not be able to forgive myself ever. Picking up the glass of ice water, I take a large sip while everyone at the table enjoys their beer. This wait is making me physically sick. A few minutes later, I feel bile rising up my throat, causing me to hop off the chair and run to the nearby toilet. Monica rushes inside the toilet along with Karen as I heave my guts over the toilet bowl. She grabs my hair to keep them away from my face, and Karen sits beside me on the bathroom tiles, holding my hand. I keep up throwing up, emptying the contents of my stomach until there is nothing left.
Jarek "Alpha Jarek, thank you for giving us your time." One of the elders speaks, approaching us quickly, while the rest stay back at a safe distance, seeming wary of us, "We are sorry for meeting here, as even though we trust you, we are just making sure to keep our families safe." He looks apologetic as his eyes flicker to the scrapyard of the neutral land. When Warren told me about the rogue families, I never realized that they would run everything so systematically. From Warren's talks, it almost feels like a pack because of the tight-knitted community they are. We are here to meet a few of the elder rogues of the community. Much to our surprise, they look almost like any other werewolf, minus the red tinge around their irises, a clear giveaway of their status as rogues. Rogues are insane and devoid of any feelings, or at least that is how I used to think before meeting these people. "I understand. I am aware of your situation." "If it is not much to ask, can you please pa
Jarek My wolf is clawing to come outside, but since I can't communicate with these rogue wolves in my wolf form, I need to stay in my human form. Warren is also fighting in his human form beside me, as he is the bridge between the rogue wolves and me. He can communicate with them through the mindlink, even in his human form, just like I can within my wolves. These rogues fight dirty and have raw, untamed energy, which is working in our favor in this situation, as these hunters can't judge their attacks. Daniel and my wolves will be here in more or less ten minutes. Until then, we have to hold back these hunters from reaching the females and children. The way these rogues are fighting, I don't think we will have any problem in keeping these hunters away from the building. The aura of Warren is strong as his wolf has come forward. He has taken two hunters down effortlessly, even in his human form, which is something commendable as these hunters match werewolves' strength and agility
JarekClutching the fabric in my fist, I raise my nose to sniff it. Then I sniff the air in the hope of finding a trace of the smell. The air lingers with the faint smell of her, making me anxious because I can sense fear mixed with her scent.The feeling of rage brews inside me, thinking about her in danger.I don't know why; I am feeling so protective over this stranger, and it seems weird because I have never felt this way.What is even more surprising is that my wolf is also sharing the feeling of protectiveness as I am. And that is something out of the ordinary because one wolf only shares concerns with someone with whom it is connected. My wolf howls inside me, wanting to find this girl.I tried to follow the scent, but after reaching the other corner, it became so faint that it was hard for me to follow. The feeling of suffocation encases my heart for not being able to find her. The thought of not being able to find her is making me and my wolf upset.Clenching my jaws, I loo
Gianna When I step outside the room, sure enough, a large black wolf is growling ferociously at everyone. Xavier is standing beside the carcass of someone, and the blood dripping down from Jarek's jaws is enough to tell me that he is the one to have served justice to this person. From the corner of my eye, I glance at the mutilated body to notice a mop of familiar hair, and I realize this is the new bartender whom the club has appointed in the absence of Lily. My eyes flicker to Xavier, and then I stare at the glass in his hand. It is the same glass from which I have drank water. His eyes are still black as he looks at me and nods his head slowly as if answering my silent question. The glass in his hand shatters as he clutches it tightly in his fist. and then he throws it beside the body laying on the ground. He looks at him with hatred, and I am afraid that he is ready to damage the already mutilated body even more. I don't think, at this moment, I have in me to stomach any
Jarek The moment when I heard that someone had tried to kill Gianna, all I could see was red. I can tolerate anything, but I would never tolerate anything against her. She is my limit, and if someone dares to cross that, then I will forget everything and will not stop until I have avenged her. The thought of something happening to her rattles me from inside; it is my worst fear. My wolf felt that she wasn't okay; that's why he purely acted on his instinct and rushed to her without thinking about anything. All that mattered to us was Gianna, and everything else seemed nothing to us. I reached the clubhouse at the exact moment when that motherfucker confessed that he did give something to Gianna. Xavier was forcing the truth out of him, but he was not ready to give the name of the person who was actually behind it. Since we had lost all our patience, so we just wanted the blood of that bastard who dared to hurt our mate. Our rage was uncontrollable, and we gave into our rage and en
Gianna "I ordered some Chinese food. You okay with that it should I order you something else?" Emani hollers from the kitchen. "Chinese is good." I raise a thumbs up and continue working on the website that we are planning to launch in the next month. "I am so hungry that I can eat anything." Huffing, I lean back and pat my stomach because it is growling in hunger. I think my stomach can put Jarek's growling to shame because that's how hungry I am feeling. "Damn, I am feeling nauseatic from hunger." Closing my laptop, I walk to the kitchen as Emani takes out food on the plates. She hates eating food in takeout boxes she is home. As she is dishing out the food, I go to her cabinet to take out glasses and place them on the small kitchen table. The smell of delicious food fills the kitchen, making my mouth water. Without wasting any time, we both dig into the food, and we eat in silence because we are too hungry to do anything other than eat. "I am still hungry." She makes a face
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