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
Julian’s POV “Do you realize how needy you sound?" Henri asked Karyna. I hadn't noticed his proximity until his voice cut through the air. Karyna laughed softly again, she casually pulled down her long skirt to reveal her soaked thong. “I don't think I'm desperate enough,” she stated, her eyes dragging between us. Before she could take her next breath, I seized her mouth in mine. As our lips finally met, a rush of emotions flooded through me, and I felt my cock jerking wildly in my pants. Fuck. I missed these soft, sweet lips. I had imagined this moment and fantasized about kissing and feeling her skin against mine like this countless times when I was in White Plains. These past few days had been torturous without her presence and I could barely hold myself back from pounding her like I wanted. I deepened the kiss, pressing my erection against her stomach. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she moaned, shaking and purring and kissing me back passionately. I could s
Henri’s POVI stood by the kitchen counter, Julian's muffled groans and Karyna's screams of pleasure echoing in my mind. The sounds of their passion were impossible to ignore, especially since they were next to the kitchen. I desperately wanted to join in, or just watch Karyna’s face as she gets fucked by my brother. But I couldn't move an inch. I was rooted to the spot.“Julian needs this moment more than I do.” I rationalized, but I could hardly concentrate on the food I was preparing. Despite my ravenous hunger, a surge of searing excitement consumed me. I could feel my cock growing harder but I struggled to contain my desire. I lost the inner battle and squeezed the shit out of my aching erection when the sound of their flesh slapping against each other mixed with Karyna’s sharp cry pierced my ears. “Jules…!” She screamed out, probably reaching orgasm. Oh, I wish I could see her right now. I wanted to see her dilated blue orbs as she came down from her high and held her quiver
Karyna’s POV As we dug into the scrumptious baked potatoes and the mouthwatering honey-glazed, roasted chicken that Henri had prepared, I could practically sense his unease emanating from him. He was seated across from Julian and me, making it easy for me to notice his every move. His furrowed brow and fidgety movements revealed that something was indeed bothering him. I wanted to let him know that the food was beyond delicious; the baked potatoes were perfectly seasoned, and the honey-glazed, roasted chicken was simply divine. Every bit was a delight and it had become my favorite meal too. I was curious about what was causing Henri's constant sighs until it hit me that we had recently suffered a loss- a house and someone who had become like family. The memory was painful. I had buried the fire accident deep in my mind with Julian around. I told myself it was best not to dwell on it and to live in the present. But, observing Henri's grief, I couldn't help but feel a wave of s
Karyna’s POV It took everything in me not to squirm or squeeze my thighs together after Julian revealed the notion of his naughty game. Still, a needy moan escaped my lips. “Makings sounds like that will get you fucked roughly, my love,” Julian’s voice dropped into a low whisper and I could feel my pussy throbbing. I watched him remove the sash of his robe, and I felt my pussy getting soaked. I was aware of what he wanted to use it for, and it struck a desperate chord in me. “Is that..a threat?” I stuttered, my lips quivering slightly. Henri laughed darkly behind me, his hands gently caressing my waist and my hip. “No, sweetheart. It’s a prophecy.” he asserted huskily. He squeezed my ass right after and I moaned again, my back arching into his touch. I was trapped in the middle of them, their warm breath caressing my skin as their big hands explored my body. My mind couldn't focus on anything but the electrifying feeling of their touch and the anticipation of pleas
Julian’s POV “You killed Karyna’s father?” Henri asked, staring at me in disbelief. I only shrugged and picked up an Air Jordan 5 racer shoe from our father’s wardrobe and put it on. It was 5:30 AM on a Monday morning, and I didn't want to start a new week full of rage. “Thomas Vegas is not Karyna’s father,” I grunted. “That kind of man is not even worthy to know my woman.” I spat, distaste filling my voice Henri nodded in agreement. But his expression still held a hint of irritation, that showed he didn't agree with my decision. I knew it was because Thomas was one of the most successful men in New York, and his family wouldn’t let his death be in vain. But did I give a fuck? Absolutely, no. It might be impossible for other men to kill a wealthy person like Thomas but I wasn't a man. I was a werewolf, an Alpha. A huge disapproving scowl was etched on Henri’s face as he spoke again. “You could have blinded him or something. Why did you have to kill him?” Immediately a
Henri’s POV “Going to White Plains is not a rational decision, Henri. I won't let you go there.” Julian refuted, a huge frown, and determination etched on his face. I sighed, pinching my brows together with my index and thumb. “Yes, this isn't a rational decision but it’s our best shot at survival. It’s either this, or we abandon the Pack,” I said in a final tone to my brother. “What the hell did you mean by “or we abandon the Pack?” “Exactly what it means. If we don’t leave this pack, and relocate somewhere else, we will never find peace. The rogues would be on our tail. Did you want your child to leave in fear too?” I noticed Julian’s jaw tightening after my unsettling question. He didn't like my decision. I could sense his disapproval in his infuriated expression but I could also see that he was considering it. So, I continued speaking. I needed him to see things my way. He truly wanted to save these people, so it would be in our best interest if I go to White Plains, and
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
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