Gianna Jarek looks at Brooke with an icy glare. His body is stiff, and it seems like he isn't even breathing. Brooke's smile drops, and an uneasy smile takes over her features as she looks at every one of us. Her gaze locks with Jarek, and I see confusion and different emotions swirling in her gaze. Her lips part as if she wants to say something, but then she closes her mouth, seeming like she is unsure of what to say. A frown appears on her face, and absentmindedly she takes a step in his direction. Without saying anything, Jarek storms back inside, leaving Brooke and all of us confused. I notice a flash of hurt in Brooke's gaze, which she quickly conceals as she again takes a step back. She stands, taking support of her car, while her eyes are fixed on the door behind which Jarek has disappeared. Jarek's reaction must have hurt her, but she is playing it off as if nothing has happened. "You told me that I might get help here." She turns to look at Ryder with an accusing gaze.
Jarek This is some kind of sick joke. How is this even possible? How come nobody knew about her? Everyone would have known when mom was pregnant because we celebrate the birth of every child. It is not something that could have been kept hidden. There are so many questions, but I don't have answers to them. The people who could have the answers to my questions are deep buried under the soil, unaware of the turmoil which I am going through. However, there is no doubt in my heart that she is not my sister. Hell, we both even have the same eyes, something which we have inherited from our father. But the logical part of me is questioning how come, all these years, we were unaware of her. What made her walk into our lives after being away from us throughout these years? Maybe she is trying to deceive us. Maybe she is not the naïve girl that she is pretending to be. Thrusting my fingers into my hair, I bow my head while leaning on my elbows. I lift my head when I hear a knock, and Er
Gianna When Brooke stepped into the clubhouse, she literally greeted everyone with a smile. When I say everyone, it means everyone... including all the bitches that were giving her a stank eye without even knowing anything about her because their leader Stella was glaring at Brooke. "Sweetie, they don't deserve your smile." Tanya places her face on her fist and leans forward on her elbow as Brooke sits with us at our usual table. "They need a little bit of sparkles and shine in their lives because they look so bitter. And what is the better way to brighten up someone's life other than a smile." She slightly lifts her shoulders in a small shrug. Her smile doesn't get dull, and she looks completely unbothered why their behavior. Tanya raises her eyebrows, looking impressed. I can tell Brooke is the kind of girl who can win anyone's heart in no time because it has not even been five minutes since I introduced her to others, and she is already leaving a mark on them. Ryder must have
JarekPinching the bridge of my nose, I clench my jaws as anger swirls inside me. I am fucking outraged at everyone and everything. My own parents kept this huge secret from me, and my own sister was the reason behind my parents' death. Because if they hadn't gone to meet her, then they wouldn't have been attacked or killed.Rage is consuming all my senses, and there isn't anything that can justify what has happened to me. My vision blurs as my eyes sting with tears.Pressing my lips together, I look heavenward, forcing my tears to dry."Why?" Shaking my head, I whisper to myself. A part of me wishes that I would have never found out about all this and continued to live my life the way it is. Hell, I don't even feel connected to that girl. But the question is, after all these years, why did she decide to come into my life? Rubbing my hands over my face, I exhale a loud breath. I have never been so torn up in my entire life, and I don't even know what to do. I know she is my sis
Gianna Daniel places his arms on the table and leans forward on them so quickly that it startles Brooke. "Do you know who he is?" He raises his eyebrows expectantly at her. I can see from the corner of my eyes; Jarek is slowly walking our way. I knew he was listening to our conversation because I felt his presence near us. This is some kind of mate bond's spooky power that we both can sense each other's presence. I know he needs time to process all this, and I should give in the time to come to terms with Brooke, so I didn't react at all and gave him the space he needed. This is a huge secret, and it is completely fine that he needs time to deal with this. I will never force him into building a relationship with his sister, but I pray that he does give this relationship a chance. Even though we have just met, I know Brooke is a genuinely good-hearted person, and I don't want to get her feelings hurt. "No." Her small broken voice snaps me out of my thought, pulling my attention
Jarek The way she makes everything sound so easy is astonishing. She is so young, yet she sounds so mature because of her ability to grasp the situation. Here when I found out about her, I find myself going through an emotional dilemma. I experienced pain, hate, anger, and all those emotions which I shouldn't have. Worst I have blamed her for our parents' death. But what did she do when she found out that she might have a brother? Instead of being bitter or carrying hatred for him, she wants to tell him that she loves him. She has endured so much courageously, and she deems her brother, about whom she doesn't know anything, as her protector. The fire in her to shield her brother, the love which she carries in her heart for him, makes me feel so small in front of her. It is still difficult for me to accept that I have a sister, but even then, loving her doesn't seem difficult at all. There is a feeling of bliss inside my heart when I see her smile. And my heart twists with ag
Gianna It has been almost a week since Brooke started to stay with us, and it has been nothing but an absolute delight to have her around. The clubhouse has indulged itself in a secret game of finding how much Brooke is similar to Jarek. This game started last week and still now going strong. Jarek wouldn't admit it even though he is secretly intrigued to find out how much his sister is like him. He pretends that he is annoyed, but he is secretly enjoying it. What is astonishing is that not only her expression but many of her personality traits are similar to Jarek's. Although it has been established, she is the sunny version of Jarek, as we haven't seen her getting mad at anyone, well other than Taylor who pushes her button all the time. I think Taylor has a fit of sibling jealousy which is kind of cute because I have seen him pouting unhappily when Diana talks to her. Brooke is always smiling, and most of the time, she is happy and even makes everyone around her happy as well. E
Jarek Since Gianna has shared her suspicions with me, I can't stop thinking about it. But what I do not understand is that when Gianna felt that someone was snooping around in our room, then why didn't I catch their smell? If it was someone from the clubhouse, then I would have found out. So it must be someone from outside, but then another question arises how someone can enter the clubhouse without getting noticed? Either it is someone from the inside which is going against me, or there is something that I am unaware of. "Come in," I call when I hear soft knocks on the door. I already know it is Brooke, but I pretend not to see her when she slightly opens the door and peeks her head inside. "Are you busy?" She hesitantly asks. "Yes, I am." I nod my head but then motion her to come inside, "But I will always have time for you." A smile appears on her face as she steps inside my office. She twirls slowly, looking around everything, and then visibly, a grin splits across her lip
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