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 Things have been rough between Jarek and me. Last week we had our first serious fight because I feel like he has been unnecessarily overprotective. His overprotectiveness slowly started to become suffocating, and when I shared this with him, he became furious with me. Our small argument turned into a big fight, and now we both aren't talking to each other. I understand he is worried, but this doesn't mean I will give up living my life. He doesn't want me to leave the compound, or even if I leave, he sends club members with me. Initially, I tolerated his behavior, hoping he would loosen up a bit after a while, but now my patience is over, and I had enough of his overbearing attitude. Sighing, I press my head against the cold tiles of the shower area, feeling mentally exhausted. Tears burn my eyes while my throat tightens with emotions. I wish everything just turned back to the way it was because I hate fighting with him. I hate how we are being distant from each other...
Jarek I can't keep my grin off my face even if I want because I am so fucking happy that I can't even explain it in words. Turning to my side, I remove hair away from Gianna's face and softly kiss her cheek as she is sleeping peacefully. This woman has given me all the happiness in the world, and even if I want, I can't thank her enough for blessing me with the greatest gift in the world. My heart swells with love when I look at her, and now knowing that this beautiful woman is nurturing a life inside her womb makes me love her even more. Honestly, I don't know how I am going to wait for nine months because all I want is to hold our baby in my arms. My wolf is literally going crazy since he found out about Gianna's pregnancy. Since it is too early, I wasn't able to sense our baby, but within a few weeks, I will be able to feel his presence. Even though it is way too early, I already feel connected to our pup. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the result on that stick. Th
Gianna If there is someone who should be worried, it should be Jarek because he is the one who has to tell Brooke the truth. But here, I am having a nervous breakdown. I swear to God, if Jarek fucks this up, then he should get ready to sleep in the doghouse for the rest of his life. "Calm down, Gianna." I lift my hands up and then lower them with a inhale and exhale of a breath, "Calm down. Everything will turn out to be okay. Just calm down." In this short period, I have come to start loving Brooke. Honestly, there is hardly anyone who wouldn't love her. Fuck, that girl even treated Stella with nothing but kindness even though Stella was behaving like the bitch she was. I have heard some entertainers gossiping about how Stella showed Brooke her place. While some others felt bad for Brooke as even after how Stella treated Brooke only smiled in response and not once said a word to her. She is an angel. She is the like the sister which I never had. And the way she looks at me f
Gianna Monica's words are ringing in my ears, when I went back to Brooke's room. The soft sound of laughter coming from the behind the door makes me question should I talk to Brooke now or should I wait for the right time? Placing my hand on the door knob, I turn it opening the door and Brooke's bright smile welcomes me. "Did you know?" She asks happily while lifting her eyes to Jarek, who is sitting right next to her on the bed, and then again she looks at me. Smiling, I nod my head. "Wow! That makes us sisters." Her smile turns bigger as if she has got everything which she ever desired of. Somewhere at this moment, I know this is the time we should share everything with each other so that there is no ghost of past that taints our future. "I need to ask you something, Brooke, will you talk to me?" I ask softly, not meeting Jarek's eyes because I know I will fall weak. "What's going on?" He asks, sounding slightly worried. Understanding passes her gaze, as her smile turns
Gianna "Holy sweet fudging son of a cake," Brooke exclaims while looking at Jarek's giant black wolf with an awestruck look. "Is that Jarek?" She asks, blinking at Jarek in fascination. Thankfully, she didn't faint or freak out, which is a good sign. "Yes, he is Jarek in his wolf form." Clearing my throat, I nod my head. "He really turned into a wolf, or am I dreaming?" She tilts her head slightly to the side and then pinches herself. "Ouch! I am not dreaming." She exclaims, then she looks at me with a look of disbelief, "He actually became a wolf... like a real howling and growling wolf. How is it even possible?!" "Well, it is possible because he is a werewolf." Raising my eyebrows, I nod my head slowly as I watch Jarek shaking his fur and stretching his front legs. "So, are you also like him?" She stares at me as if even I will turn into a wolf, "Or you are human like me?" "Well, actually, I am a normal human, and I am not like you." I give her a tight smile while mentally
Jarek Alone. This is how I used to feel a few months ago because that is what I truly was. At that time, I couldn't have imagined that in a few months, my life was about to take a turn, and my entire life would be changed. The moment I found Gianna, I knew that from this moment onwards, the word 'alone' has no longer had a place in my life. Because she is all that I wished for. But it seemed like Gianna was the one with whom all my happiness was connected. As soon as she walked into my life, the rest of my happiness also started making its way into my life. Now, I just don't have my beautiful mate with me, but soon I will be a dad. I will have my own family. And now, with Brooke with us, everything feels perfect. My family feels complete. However, there is something that I dread the most. I don't know how to reveal the news of our parents to her. I don't know how to answer her questions if she wanted to know why our parents never tried to look for her. Because even though it h
Gianna Brooke has requested Jarek to read their father's diary. Jarek was not keen because directly reading his words may hurt Brooke even more. But being his daughter and the only thing that had left of their father, she has the right to know her dad, even if it is just through his writing. It has been two days since Jarek told Brooke everything. The night when Brooke was discharged, Jarek handed her the diary, as she had requested, and since then, she hasn't come out of her room. Jarek is devastated, but he knows there is nothing that he can do instead of allowing her to grieve in her own way. "Good morning, guys." Brooke's voice forces us to turn our heads in the direction of the door, "Can I join you guys for breakfast?" She smiles sheepishly. "Of course." Jarek instantly looks at me and then at her with relief evident in his eyes. Even I can't stop myself from smiling as I pat the empty stool beside me, beckoning her to come inside the kitchen. "How are you feeling?" I gi
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