Liam’s pov. Another message beeped on my phone and my gaze shifted to it. My heart raced as I stared at the message, my mind spinning with a mix of excitement and concern. The words seemed to leap off the screen, begging to be shared with my Rogue. But before I could even utter a sound, my thoughts whisked me away into a world of possibilities.Chloe, with a angry look swiftly snatched the phone from my grasp and read the message aloud. “the man is into slavery and according to the rumors surrounding him, he has a supernatural power” Her voice echoed through the room, causing gasps to escape the lips of everyone in our tight-knit group, the Rogues.As I glanced at each of their faces through the rearview mirror, I saw a mixture of determination and trepidation. We all knew what we had to do is too act fast as Lia was in danger, and we couldn't stand idly by.Feeling a surge of determination, I snatched the phone back from Chloe, my fingers flying across the screen. With each tap,
Author’s pov. As Mendy walked back to her village, her mind was filled with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. The unexpected turn of events had left her pondering the intricacies of life and the connections it weaves.The man who had come to her rescue, unbeknownst to her at the time, was none other than her friend's husband. It was a twist of fate that brought them together again but in a completely different context. Memories from their high school days flooded her mind, reminding her of the times she had bullied Ivory. Reflecting on her past actions, Mendy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. The realization of the hurtful words she had once directed toward her weighed heavily on her conscience. It was a sobering moment that made her question the impact of her past behavior.As she continued her journey, Mendy's heart swelled with gratitude towards her friend's husband. Despite their history, he had shown her compassion and came to her aid when she needed it the most. This
Chloe’s pov. We approached the mansion cautiously, keeping a close eye on the guards patrolling the perimeter. Their every move seemed calculated and precise, a testament to the level of security we were up against. We knew we had to be careful, every step had to be deliberate.As we reached the first obstacle, a towering fence topped with razor wire, Liam skillfully disabled the electric current running through it. It was a risky move, but he managed to do it without raising any alarms. We slipped through the opening and continued towards the main entrance.The grand doors of the mansion loomed before us, guarded by an intricate system of locks. Luke, the expert lock-picker, skillfully worked his magic, his nimble fingers dancing across the mechanisms. It was like watching a master artist at work. With a satisfying click, the doors swung open, revealing the opulent interior.But our journey was far from over. The mansion was filled with a labyrinth of hallways, each leading to a dif
Liam’s pov. As Chloe and I entered the room, our eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Lia, completely naked, stood in the center of the room, surrounded by two men who were playing with her nipples. It was a sight that took us completely by surprise.The room was dimly lit, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension and an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. The three men sitting on the beautiful chair seemed unfazed, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity. It was as if they were watching a bizarre performance, finding humor in the situation. I could recognize the man sitting in the middle as the main man that kidnapped Lia. His lips held the most awful smile ever. Lia looked terrified. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a small "O" of surprise as she caught sight of us entering the room. It was clear that she hadn't expected us to be here. It was clear enough that she was not Okay with the pastime they were trolling her. my expressions mir
Liam’s pov. As our bodies collided amid the intense fight, I could feel the heat of the battle coursing through my veins. The man I was up against, too possessed the power of a wolf, and as soon as the fight began, he swiftly shifted into his formidable wolf form.The clash between us was fierce, using my strength, agility, and instincts to gain the upper hand. The adrenaline pumped through my body, fueling my determination to protect Lia, who had been stripped and left vulnerable by these particular men.Despite my rogue attempting to aid me in the fight, I knew that this was a battle I had to face alone. I motioned for them to step back, their eyes filled with concern and worry for both me and Lia. They understood my silent command, standing by as witnesses to the struggle that unfolded before them.I saw an opening and swiftly launched a powerful punch towards the man's stomach. The impact landed with a solid thud, causing the man to double over in pain.But the man wasn't about t
Liam’s pov. As my fist connected with the man's face, a surge of anger and adrenaline coursed through my veins. The pain of Lia's injury fueled my rage, pushing me to fight back with ferocity. At that moment, all I could think about was the moment I heard Lia screaming. With each blow, my fists moved with a mix of precision and raw emotion. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The world around me seemed to fade away as the only thing that mattered was the fight unfolding before me.But amidst the chaos, my mind remained sharp. I knew that we couldn't stay in the crowded room any longer. We needed to find a way to get Lia to safety without drawing attention. With a glance around, I spotted a side door leading to the alley behind the building.I carried Lia in a bridal style, my rogue eyes following my every move, I whispered urgently, "We need to get out of here. Follow me." They nodded and we moved swiftly, our steps silent as we made our way toward the e
Liam’s POV. "Blood transplant?!" we all exclaimed, our voices filled with disbelief and concern. The room suddenly felt suffocating, and I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. "Blood transplant? For what? Why would she need blood?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty."She had lost a lot of blood before she got here. If you want her to be okay, she needs blood," he explained. His reply was firm and authoritative, and it only heightened my anxiety. The weight of his words settled heavily on my shoulders, and I felt a surge of determination to do whatever it took to save her.I glanced at my Rogue, their expressions mirroring my conflicted emotions. The question of whose blood would be a match for hers loomed before us, a complicated puzzle we needed to solve. I knew that time was of the essence, and we couldn't afford to waste a single moment."I'm not related to her, but can you test my blood? Maybe it will be a match?" I asked, my voice filled wit
Liam’s POV. We waited anxiously for the doctor to bring the documents, my heart pounding in my chest. My Rogue, offering silent support. My mind raced with a mix of anticipation and worry, as I inwardly prayed for everything to go smoothly according to plan.Finally, the doctor arrived, breaking the tension in the room. "Follow me," he said, his voice calm yet authoritative. I obediently followed him, my legs feeling weak with nervousness, as we retraced our steps back to the room we had been in earlier.As we entered the room, a sense of familiarity washed over me. The doctor handed me a brown envelope, and I carefully took it into my trembling hands. With bated breath, I pulled out the document inside, my eyes scanning every word, every instruction.The weight of the moment settled upon me as I absorbed the information. This document held the key to the steps I needed to take to donate blood to Lia, It was a mix of excitement and trepidation. I read through the instructions meticu