Julian’s POV I sat across Leah and Thomas Vegas in the hotel restaurant, our table filled with two bottles of wine and lots of desserts. Leah was busy eating the apple pie in front of her, pretending that the food she was eating was more important than their reason for visiting, and Mr. Vegas didn't dare speak. Judging from their interaction, I could tell that Karyna’s father at least knew who she was. The question was now, what ties them together? And why did she bring him to me? Leah’s scent carried the unmistakable, stinky taint of a rogue. She looked good and might smell nice to humans, but to me, she was a filthy pig. Thomas Vegas’s scent was untainted to my surprise. But I could tell he already knew about the supernatural world because he seemed a little bit terrified of Leah. I spared him a glance and I watched him shiver visible as our eyes met. Damn. I feel furious just looking at his face. I could notice the tiny resemblance between him and Karyna, and that
Julian’s POV I followed Thomas Vegas’s and his escort's cars closely. They were driving incredibly slow like they had no destination, and it heightened my fury. “Fucking humans.” I let out a frustrated growl. I kept my eyes focused on the road, yet I struggled to rein in my raging thoughts. The seething anger pulsing through me prevented me from following them calmly for another minute. However, thinking about the unwanted attention I would be attracting prevented me from taking any spontaneous actions. I managed to hold it together until the cars slowed down into a single-track road with a cliff by the side. The dead-end of this road was Mr. Vegas’s estate. I pulled out my gun and shot the nearby CCTVs before I aimed for the car's tires ahead of me. As the shots rang out, loud screams, and the screeching of tires filled the air. I observed with overwhelming contentment as the car shifted from the road, heading towards the cliff. A millisecond later, I heard a loud crash
Henri’s POV As I woke up abruptly from sleep, my first thought was to reach out to Karyna. My heart raced until I was sure she was sleeping, and not dead. I was drenched in sweat despite the chilly weather. I clung to her bare body, visibly trembling from the horrifying nightmare that had just gripped me. In the dream, Sara choked Karyna to death. Her hands were drenched with blood as she turned to look at me. “You don't deserve to live happily ever after causing Adrian’s death! You killed your own brother! You ruin our lives.” Her voice tormented me. It echoed loudly in my ears as grief spread across my soul like a dark storm cloud. The weight of guilt and sorrow pressed heavily on my chest, suffocating me. It had a relentless grip on my heart, much like it always did whenever I woke up to a nightmare about Adrian and Sara. This intense pain was all too familiar to me. I'd carried it for the past fourteen years. “It was my fault. It was all my fault,” I muttered quietly
Karyna’s POV I couldn't tell how long it had been since Henri began to torture me with that vibrator and his mouth, but I could feel it. I could feel my legs shaking and my throbbing clit getting more and more sensitive. Tears spilled down my face, drool poured all over my chin and cheek and my hands gripped the bed sheet below me to take. “A-Alpha,” I whimpered, my voice sounding raspy and breathless. As he raised his head from my pussy to look at my face, I noticed his green eyes had changed into his wolf’s, blown out and darker than the shadows. His gaze was filled with a kinda cruel pleasure that made me shudder. “Yes, sweetheart?” He answered innocently like he hadn't been edging me for hours. “Please, just fuck my brains out,” I begged, fresh tears blooming from my eyes. I couldn't control my desire to be fucked hard by him anymore. I got that I couldn't afford to fuck until I collapsed due to my condition, but I trust he would cum inside me. With his healing cu
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 “Don’t kill him yet. I want to return all the ten slaps he gave me.” Karyna’s words rang in my ears and I felt a dark cloud of rage enveloped me. I shot forward but she grasped my hand, restraining me as I fumed. “Release my hand,” I ordered her, breathing heavily. Karyna shook her head stubbornly. “No. You promised me not to kill him if Henri didn't.” She whispered, her hand squeezing my clenched fist. I wasn't aware he hit her 10 times before I made that oath. No one can stop Venar from dying today. “I can't keep this promise, Karyna. Only his death can dispel the anger rooted in my chest.” I growled, my whole body convulsing with fury. I released my Alpha aura, thinking the overwhelming energy would push her away but she remained steadfast, unwilling to leave my side. Any sensible werewolf would have kept their distance from a raging Alpha, knowing that the raw power could easily crush them, and they would never be able to shift again. But of course, my Kary
Henri’s POV I had made a vow to kill Venar with my own hands, just like I did his father, Venom. Why? Because both of them are nuisances. That son of a gun kidnapped my Karyna and nearly slapped her to death. “Fucking bastard!” I growled, my hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel as I trailed after Venar. I wanted to go after him that morning, but Karyna was badly injured, and I feared we might lose the surviving baby in her womb, so I let him escape. I placed the highest fucking bounty on his head, but none of the hitmen found find him. I had a feeling he had been lurking in the shadows like a rat scuttling away from the light, and I was right. “You think you can hide forever, don’t you?" I muttered under my breath, a venomous smirk lifting my face. “I’ll make you regret every choice you’ve made. You’ll wish you never crossed me, just like your father did. When I finally catch up with him, I will make sure you taste what it felt like to be slapped to death.” Th
Karyna’s POV The short skirt I wore did nothing to conceal the wetness trickling down my thighs. I could even catch a whiff of my own arousal in the air, and I was sure Julian and Henri could sense it too. “Jules, please,” I let out a desperate plea when he wouldn’t slip his fingers inside me. Julian had been tormenting me; using his middle finger to rub my clit in circles, lightly pressing kisses against my neck. He growled lowly, that deep sound sending explosive waves of arousal down my spine. “What are you begging me for, my love?” Julian whispered in the shell of my ear, and it suddenly felt like we were the only ones in the car. The sensation in my lower stomach was too consuming. I could feel my pussy throbbing painfully as my heart pounded under my chest. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, so I just looked into his green eyes, hoping he’d understand just how much I craved him at that moment. “Alpha. I don’t think your fingers can d
Karyna’s POVAs we made our way to Henri’s car, a whirlwind of emotions washed over me. I couldn't bring myself to accept that my abusive father was truly gone. I was still in shock. I could feel the overwhelming amount of fear I had for Thomas Vegas dissipating with each assurance that he was indeed dead. He was killed by Julian. I was caught between feeling relieved that he could no longer harm me, or force me to do his vile wishes and the nagging question of whether I should feel sorrowful for his death.I’d known that cruel man all my life, and I’d always thought he was invincible, so it was crazy to believe that he was dead, just like that. He had been wealthy and influential during his life, but now he wouldn’t have a final resting place because Julien had killed him to avenge me, and his body would remain lost forever.When we got in front of the car, Julian pulled the back seat door for me, and I slid in. I could feel the sizzling heat coming from his body as he sat beside
Julian’s POV I was anticipating kissing Karyna until she was lost for words again when an iPhone ringing echoed in my ears. “Who's fucking phone is that? Fuck, it’s mine.” I groaned inwardly and went to pick it up, licking my lips to savor the pancake I had just eaten. When I saw that it was Leah who was calling me, my suppressed anger returned. I didn't want this woman calling me. But I was still using the same phone I was using when I was wearing the skin mask that was similar to Onyx’s face. Jeremy deserves his phone and number. I made a mental note to sort that out today before turning to Henri and Karyna. “It’s Leah,” I revealed, bitterness coating my voice like poison. I felt Karyna’s worry surge, even without her saying a word. She looked at me with those baby-blue eyes, her gaze filled with concern and thoughts of another threat. Another threat from my family. I clenched my jaw at that. I contemplated whether I should step outside to answer her. Leah knew I acce
Karyna’s POV I'd been eavesdropping on Julian and Henri's conversation after Henri entered. I heard Henri's laughter and Julian's question of what was funny. Henri's response of “everything” was followed by Julian's shocking revelation that made me blink in disbelief. Besides the fox he killed, he had also attempted to harm one of them. Did he see killing as a normal thing? “I was simply bullying her back for you,” Julian stated, walking over to retrieve the bowl of pancakes in my hand. My eyes widened in astonishment. I couldn't fathom his nonchalant attitude towards serious actions like this. I paused my lips, my heart sinking as I gazed back and forth between the Alphas I had fallen hopeless for. I didn't want to think that I had judged them wrongly or I had underestimated their animalistic nature. “I understand where you're coming from, Julian. But you can't go around ending lives or torturing animals just to defend me from bullies or make me accessories,” “I alre
Henri’s POV As I dashed after Karyna, my heart pounded with worry. How could she be so reckless, especially after yesterday's events? The arsonist might still be out there, and here she was, venturing off alone because she was pissed about the death of a fox. Her blind courage angers me and it fills me with worry. Why couldn't she be more concerned about her safety? I finally caught up to her just before she reached the guards who were stationed in front of the house. Without hesitation, I grasped her arm firmly and stopped her in her tracks. “Karyna, stop!” I urged, my voice thick with concern and frustration. “This is just our way of life. It's normal for werewolves to hunt and kill other animals. Hunting and killing are what we do. There's no need to get upset,” I deadpanned. Karyna turned to shoot me an angry glare, her baby-blue eyes revealing bitterness and confusion. “Normal? Are you freaking serious right now?” Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Just because
Julian’s POV The snow poured heavily on me, stinging like a thousand icy needles, yet I refused to halt my sprint. What was supposed to be a simple 15-minute early morning run turned into a relentless sprint fueled by my escalating anger. It wasn't just Henri's continuous provocation to abandon the Pack that fueled my fury. It was the unsettling realization that his reasons were valid, and I might be forced to confront a truth I wasn't ready to face. I was certain he'd only come back to safeguard Karyna and our child. Yet, deep down, I clung to a foolish wish that his return would reignite the memories of the beautiful life we once shared here and he would want to protect the pack, but as I said, it was a foolish wish. It hurt like crazy to admit that he didn't see this Pack estate as home but as a refuge camp, where he could hide from his enemies, and leave at any slight inconvenience. “Do you really think they want me back as their Alpha? All they want is a pack to b
Karyna’s POV In my dreams, Julian and Henri were having a heated argument. Julian was clearly upset, warning Henri never to mention abandoning the Pack, but Henri insisted it was necessary for our survival. I thought it was all just a dream until a loud door slam woke me up, and there was Julian storming off in frustration. “Henri,” I called out, my voice filled with surprise. I saw the worry etched on his face as he locked eyes with me, and I felt a pang in my heart. Did he insist on abandoning the pack because he was triggered by my mention of needing a break from the chaos surrounding us? Henri sighed softly and walked closer, he climbed on the bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Morning, sweetheart,” he greeted, his voice above a whisper. Though his tone seemed light, the somber look in his green eyes and the shadow of regret on his face showed he was sad about the argument he just had with Julian. “Did you really believe we will be safe if we abandon the Pack?” I