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