Julian’s POV It’s been over 48 hours that I have been torturing Thomas Vegas. It wasn't that serious. I just dipped his head inside the gallon of water, watched his desperate struggle to breathe underwater, and pulled him up when he was about to drown. We played this game 10 times daily as I promised to him the day I kidnapped him. Whenever I recalled how he had called my Karyna a bitch, and tried to marry her to a rogue, my subdued anger would return, and he would go another round of dunking. “Do you think Karyna will keep loving you after finding out you killed me? I am her father!” Thomas Vegas sneered, his blue eyes swollen from our “dunking” game. Those eyes no longer resembled Karyna's, which brought a wicked idea to my mind. Blinding him... Why hadn’t I thought of that earlier? “Don't fret, father-in-law, killing you isn't even on my radar,” I confessed with a patient grin. If offing him was my plan, he would've been a goner the day I discovered he had planned to force
Henri’s POVAs Karyna sipped on the fruit protein smoothie I whipped up for breakfast, I carefully painted her toenails. She cozied up in one of my oversized t-shirts, only wearing a thong underneath.She was nestled in my study chair with a pillow supporting her back, and I was perched on the edge of the bed, stealing glances at her beautiful face while I applied the white polish to her toes.I couldn't help but notice her bob slowly lengthening, and a pang of sadness tugged at my heart. I wonder if she'll trim it soon. The unspoken connection between her haircut and the loss of one of the twins weighed heavily on my mind. I knew it was her way of coping with grief. It was a better method. Much better than drowning attempts. Yet, I was tempted to ask her to keep it. I couldn't shake the feeling that asking her to let her hair grow might help her release the grip of grief.“Karyna,” I called to her softly. “Hm?” She returned without sparing me a glance. I could tell she was caugh
Karyna’s POV Wanton moans spilled from my mouth as Henri hungrily sucked and slurped my pussy. He coaxed out stifled moans from my throat with his mouth, causing the phone in my hand to quiver. I gripped it tighter, refusing to let go.. “I can't lose it now. I mustn't. Not yet.” I recited in my head and quickly texted Julian what we were up to. “You are still on the phone.” Henri’s deep, commanding voice boomed in my ears. “Uh...uhn,” I rasped out, my breaths shallow. He responded with a low growl against my pussy that caused my body to quiver tremendously. “Tell me, do you like it when I eat your juicy pussy?” he demanded. His head was trapped in my center, and his words were loud and clear in my head. “Yes, I do, Alpha,” I exhaled, my voice a mere whisper, almost unrecognizable even to my ears. It resembled a hungry kitten taking satisfaction in those coveted chin rubs at last. I felt his tongue pressed deep inside my hole and I writhed against his grip, wh
Julian’s POV Henri and I are playing a game..wanna know? He’s eating me out while I chat with you. My lips quirked up into a smile as I read Karyna’s text. She was the only one who could think of such a nasty game aside from me. It wasn't a surprise that she was able to convince Henri to go down on her. Now, I understand he could do anything for her. This was the kind of bond and life I wanted for us. I wanted Karyna to be able to enjoy life with or without me. This mission was a suicide mission just like my brother said. It wasn't necessary, he was correct. But it was the werewolves' only chance at survival. Failing to bring the rogues to heel, to integrate them into the WildGale Pack, would unleash havoc in the United States. “I’m coming to the Pack estate very soon. I have lots of presents for you and our little champ.” I quickly replied to Karyna. After I left the skin mask in the warehouse, I got a new one on my way to Adam Caldwell’s house. That marked the en
Julian’s POV “Karyna is really married to Professor Henri?” Sophia asked, and I gave a firm nod. I nearly forgot that they were both his students. The reality was that I was the one who Karyna married, not Henri. But Sophia didn't have to know that. “I knew she had a crush on him. It's just that she was seeing—” She started before she shook her head and sighed deeply. “Never mind,” “You thought she was in a relationship with Jordan,” I effortlessly speculated what she was about to say. I knew that assumption must have crossed her mind because she had met Jordan when I attended Henri’s class with Karyna as Jordan. Karyna didn’t introduce me as her boyfriend, but we were holding hands, and it must have provoked that belief. Sophia observed my face sternly before she asked. “How did you know Jordan?” I kept my eyes fixed on the road as I replied. “Jordan was my childhood friend,” I revealed. “Was? As in—” “He’s dead.” Then I let a tinge of sadness flicker across my featur
Henri’s POV I drove my car with Karyna and Julian in the back seat. Karyna was buzzing with excitement. She chatted nonstop, the fire accident already pushed to the back of her mind. I was grateful for that. “So how did you find Sophia?” Karyna asked. I caught a hint of guilt flickering across Julian's face before he replied. “After Adam's arrest, his location was all over. I had to stake out his place and wait for Sophia to come out of the house, so I could approach her. Initially, she hesitated. She eventually agreed when I mentioned you had sent me,” he described Sophia’s rescue in a few sentences, however, a subtle undertone in his voice hinted that it was not as simple as he recounted it. It was great to have him back here in Chappaqua unharmed. His presence alone was a source of comfort. Karyna sighed. “How's she?” “She's hanging in there. But I gotta tell you, she's turned and pregnant by Adam,” Julian shared. “Turned? Pregnant? How could this happen?” Julian noncha
Karyna’s POV It was on our way to the farmhouse that Rahl had arranged by Henri’s order that I finally conceded Sophia and Julian were here at the Pack estate, and I wasn't just imagining things. Julian wasn't in the car with us; he was driving his own car, but Sophia was by my side in the backseat of Henri’s car. I couldn't bear to let her out of my sight, fearing I might lose her. Just like I had lost Evi. She was alive a few hours ago, but now, she is no more. She died in our stead. I couldn't shake off the ominous feeling that whoever had set the cottage on fire thought we were inside, and not only Evi. Maybe he or she didn't even know we weren’t inside. Maybe, it was an accident, and I was overthinking it because we have rogues at our tail. Whichever it was, Evi was gone forever. My heart constricted in my chest as the harsh truth of life sank in, and I found my hands gripping my purse tightly, trying to contain the flood of grief engulfing me. Death was inevitable. Th
Karyna’s POV I let out a heavy sigh as I acknowledged that this marked the fourth residence I would be occupying since I crossed paths with Julian and Henri. From Victor's vacation house to the beach house, the modern cottage that got burned, and now this beautiful farmhouse, each place held its own chapter in our journey. How long would we live here before we had to move again? Could we ever fully settle? Would we ever be able to live a peaceful life? Are we safe in this estate? I could feel the paranoia creeping in again as my mind filled with more anxious thoughts. My body trembled until Henri's green eyes locked with my hesitant gaze, and he gently intertwined his fingers with mine. “Let's head inside,” he uttered, taking the lead. “Are you okay, Karyna?" Julian's concerned voice came from behind, and I nodded. I was convinced that if I spoke, my voice would sound too raw, too shattered. “I think I need a break from all of this,” I confessed honestly after a moment, my vo