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
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