Alpha Luciano's POVI found myself shaken after that moment with Arabella. I wanted to be a better person, I realized. I wanted to be a person my child could look up to. But first, I had to ensure that all my enemies were handled. "Vitalio's next shipment of people comes in tomorrow. The bidding has already begun on the dark web." Mikah said, showing me secure footage for the auction gotten from one of the sights by my hackers. The man was despicable. I could see some underage girls being paraded about naked like they were livestock. I comforted myself with the fact that even if I hadn't been after Vitalio before, I would have tried my best to stop this trade. It was disgusting."And the men are in place?" I wanted to go myself, it had been a while since I had gone on a run with my men but I didn't like the idea of leaving Arabella all alone without sufficient security personnel. Once her pregnancy was officially announced, I could put as much as a company of soldiers outside her ro
Arabella's POVI choked on my sobs as I walked, and ran towards my room. I didn't even know why I was even crying. I didn't care about him. He could fuck his entire harem if he wanted. "Arabella!" I almost stopped. Was he really coming after me? But my anger was still raging hot so I didn't stop. I entered my room."Arabella, what's wrong–""Margaret, leave us." Luciano's voice came from right behind me and I would have jumped but I was tired. So tired. Margaret hesitated looking over at me for confirmation. I would have registered shock at the gesture if I weren't stuck in my own head replaying what I had seen over and over again. I nodded to Margaret and she left the room.I ignored Luciano and walked towards my bed. His hand caught my arm, his strong grip stopping me."Arabella."His voice still sent chills down my spine, the good type. I hated my body for craving his touch. I turned to look at him. He was as devastatingly handsome as always. His dark hair fell over his face
Luciano's POVI was going over my pack's security detail with Cross yet for some reason, all I could think about was Arabella. Last night felt different. Different from any other thing we had done together. I wanted to get it off my mind but the more I tried to dismiss it, the more firmly entrenched it became. "Alpha, what about the borders?"Cross's voice brought me back to reality. I had drifted off mid-speech. Perfect. As though I was still a hormonal teenager who'd just discovered sex for the first time only this was way different from that. Save from the fact that I was no longer a teenager, it wasn't just the sex because when I woke up this morning and saw, and held her in my arms, I had felt something strange that I still couldn't quantify. "The Creoles will want to start off skirmishes with us here, here and here." I pointed to the locations on the map I held. "We do not know their plans so try to capture at least one of their commanding attacking officers, maybe he'll be ab
Alpha Luciano's POVWhen I woke up, Arabella was sleeping next to me. Her black hair was mussed from sleep and she pouted as though she was arguing about something in her sleep. Knowing her, the probability wasn't so far-fetched.We spent a lot of time around each other recently. It wasn't just sex although the sex was phenomenal and spontaneous. I recalled how Arabella had jumped me the moment I had walked through the door last night. Having a hormonal pregnant mate definitely had its perks. It was also about the strange conversations and arguments we got into.I shook myself awake. Was I simping for Arabella? No way.I went to take a shower. The strike on the Creoles was tonight. I would crush them like the insignificant bugs that they were. When I came out, Arabella was already awake and yawning."Where are you going to?" She asked and I began to answer her then hesitated. Since when did I explain my whereabouts to anyone?Arabella seemed oblivious to my mood and beckoned to me. "C
Emery's POVGetting rid of Arabella's child was easier said than done. If Margaret had been strict about her diet before, it was nothing on what she did now. Every food was prepared in front of her or by her. Everything was carefully supervised because of Arabella's so-called pregnancy sensitivities. And I had to be careful about what I did. I was trying to assassinate the heir to the Lupo-Mortale pack. It was one thing to make sure none of the women in the harem conceived, it was another to murder an unborn but already-formed child. I could trust no one, not even my mother who supplied me with the drug. Any lapse on my side would terminate my life untimely.I was trying to improve the quality of my life and not get myself killed. I paced the length of my room in the harem. A tiny space compared to the expanse that Arabella now occupied. I swallowed the bitter thought and let it harden inside me. An idea occurred to me as if born of my envy. I just had to kill the child in any way p
Alpha Luciano's POVI was disturbed. It wasn't because of the mindless conversations I had undergone while following Uncle Tommaso around. Could it be because I had left Arabella behind? Was I so caught up in her that I couldn't think clearly when she wasn't around me? No, it was all in my head. I was not falling for her nor was I worried about her. She had her guards with her. They would keep her safe for the next hour. Besides, my pack lands were impenetrable. If I was still bothered about her now it meant that I… no, I would never accept that. I wasn't. That was final.Arabella was fine. ********Arabella's POVMy vision blurred with tears. Margaret was… I refused to think about it. I blotted it out of my mind. I would soon reach the main entrance of the pack and every step I took felt like a betrayal. That was what I was doing, wasn't it? Betrayal? I was betraying Margaret to save my life and my child's. Even if she had demanded it of me it felt unbelievably cruel.I heard some
Alpha Luciano's POVThe thing about life is that when bad things happen you think 'sorry for the person but it can never happen to me'. Things like these didn't happen to people like me. I shouldn't have had to wait on a verdict from a doctor with so much trepidation.It was my fault. All of it. If I had just taken her with me like she'd asked me to then none of this would have happened. If I had stationed a company of guards to protect her instead of giving her so few because I thought it would keep people less suspicious and keep her safe. If I had simply left the fucking party from the start the moment I felt strange. If only, if only, if fucking only. I was filled with regret. I was angry and pained, I wanted to rip someone, anyone apart. There was something fundamentally flawed with me. I had strangled Emery instead of checking in on Arabella's condition first. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear Arabella's voice.Luciano, look at us. We'll be terrible parents...You are one
Arabella's POVThe only problem with being high is eventually you come down. Being pregnant had been my high. I had been happy. I felt loved, felt wanted. I had loved, dreamt, hoped and seen a future when I should have been scared of the aftermath.My body healed. My belly was flat and concave again in days thanks to the genetics of being a werewolf. If I tried a little I could imagine it all being a dream. The only problem was when I opened my eyes, Margaret was gone.The painful part was Margaret's sacrifice had been in vain because the child had died anyway. The baby was gone. My baby was dead. And Luciano. After forcing me to eat, he stood up and was almost at the door before he turned and asked me a question that wasn't even about me."Emery. What role did she play in all this?"Out of spite, I wanted to stay silent. She had wronged me several times in the past and I wanted her to hurt as well. I wanted everyone to feel this endless pain that seemed to hollow me out from the in
Alpha Luciano's POVI sat outside the surgical ward as they took the bullet out of Arabella.Uncle Tommaso sat next to me and we were silent for a time."I'm sorry." He began."Me too."I was sorry about a lot of things. I was sorry for the way I had treated him, he was my uncle. The man who had raised me. He deserved better.I was sorry about the way I had treated Arabella in the beginning when she had been as much of a victim as I was. Vitalio Bianchi, may his soul rest in peace had never betrayed my family. Instead, he had been betrayed by his own family."I shouldn't have kidnapped her… you were right. Vengeance is a blade that cuts both the wielder and the person who is cut."I was silent. In my head, I was replaying the scene from earlier on. Seeing Arabella shoot down the man who she had thought to be her father until just seconds ago. I should have felt cheated out of my revenge but I couldn't help but feel like she was the one with a larger claim to it. I wondered what it w
Arabella's POVI was shocked. My father was using me as a human shield? Surely there was a mistake. A misunderstanding because what parent would use their child as a shield?Luciano paused in his tracks but his uncle looked like he could have cared less. As long as he was able to kill my father, he didn't care who else had to lose their life in the process. Luciano raised his hand to stop his uncle, his jaw was clenched and his blue eyes burned an unholy silver."Vitalio, would you really threaten your daughter's life just to ensure your own escape?"My father laughed, his chest vibrating behind me and a chill swept through my veins. "Father?" There was a mistake. There had to be. Maybe he just wanted to use me to escape. He would apologise any minute now and tell me that this was the only way for him to escape with his life. He would tell me–"Shut up you dumb slut." He said his gun digging into the back of my skull. I froze in that moment realizing that I might not know my father
Alpha Luciano's POVThe first thing I did after seeing the warehouse was to mind-link my men. It was on the outskirts of the city. By the time they got here, the fight would be almost over but I wanted them here anyway in case Uncle Tommaso decided to play a fast one on me. That way Arabella would be safe. The limo zoomed off behind us and we entered the building. The moment we entered, gunshots went off. I dropped to the ground and rolled. Before they could begin shooting on the ground, I was already hiding behind some boxes. I pulled out my gun. Vitalio Bianchi did not follow the unspoken terms for the meeting. He had brought in his men. It wasn't like I hadn't expected it. It was Vitalio after all. It was just that I was having a problem connecting someone who was as despicable as him to someone like Arabella.The shots continued to go off but I didn't scent Uncle Tommaso's blood so I knew he was alright.I followed the trajectory of where the gunshots were coming from. One, two,
Elder Tommaso's POVI watched the realization dawn on his face that he couldn't do anything, that he was powerless in this situation. Luciano's face twisted with anger and violence as his grip on me tightened to the extent that my vision blurred. Good. This was the fighter I had raised. I suddenly felt a pang of hope. She hadn't completely killed off the Luciano I knew."If you do not tell me where she is, you will not cross the threshold to this office alive. I will dice you up bit by bit until there is nothing left of you.""If you kill me, Arabella also dies." I pried his now loose fingers from my neck. It was pathetic how easily he had given in once he heard her name. "She is in a very volatile location. If you care for your mate even a little bit, you will have to do exactly what I say to get her back."I saw the unchecked fury and disbelief in his eyes and the way his hands clenched into fists. He obviously wanted to pummel me in but because of his mate, he had restrained hi
Arabella's POVWhen I woke up, I was tied to a chair. The last moments of the fight came to me. How I had fought to the butter end. How someone had jabbed me with a needle. And how it had all gotten dark. Yes, I could remember now. What I couldn't do for the life of me was tell you where exactly I was. I looked around. I was in a basement. It smelt familiar and come to think of it, the painting of the room looked familiar.Someone entered the room. It was Luciano's uncle. I couldn't believe it. I thought he was sick so what had happened? After Luciano had told him about us, had this been his reaction? I thought about the timeline. It hadn't been an hour after Luciano left when those men came. There was only one explanation. He had planned it all. Removed Luciano from the equation so that I would be defenceless.Goddess, I didn't know for sure what was going on but I intended to find out. "Arabella Bianchi." He spat my name out like it was a curse. Maybe it was for him. "You kidn
Arabella's POV"Emery!" She shouldn't have been here. She should have been far far away. I shook her awake but she remained passed out on the ground. I needed to take her in and call Luciano. Then– I smelt wolves approaching. I could smell three of them. They could have been the perimeter guards that Luciano had told me about. But looking at Emery's prone body in front of me, I had my doubts. I pulled Emery into the house and locked the door. I backed away and picked up my phone. I had to inform Luciano. I called him. It rang but he didn't pick up the call. I tried it again with the same result. Someone pounded on the door and I jumped.The door would hold. It would– I saw an indent of a fist in the iron. I took my phone and ran for the side exit in the kitchen. There were only three. I could leave out back before they rounded up to the sides. It was possible they didn't know about that exit. I needed to leave now. I ran to the dining area and the kitchen. I pushed open the doo
Arabella's POVAt this rate, he was going to be late to work. Again. I really had to stop trying to assist him with getting ready for work. It wasn't helping either of us.Luciano pushed me against the wall as our tongues duelled for dominance. I wanted him so fiercely as though an hour ago, we hadn't been at it.His hand moved between my thighs expertly fingering me, I gasped into his kiss riding his fingers as I tightened my grip around his shoulders. His phone rang. We ignored it. I was almost there, my orgasm a few heartbeats away. I grabbed at the zipper of his office pants. I needed him inside me now. The clasp gave way under my ministrations. As I slid my hand down the zipper and Luciano buried his fingers so deep inside me that I was sure he could lose his ring inside me if he tried, the bloody phone rang again and again.I groaned in frustration as he pulled away shortly to pick up the call before settling firmly between my legs to continue touching me. I threw my head ba
Emery's POVWhen I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar basement. It had a barely functional light bulb and many knickknacks spread about. Where was I?Last I remembered, I was leaving. I hadn't even gone back to my parents' home. I sent Mom a heartfelt letter containing my apology for being such a problematic daughter, asking for her forgiveness and advising her to take this opportunity to leave that man. To leave the person who couldn't give two shits about us. I refused to keep being a burden to her. I left through the back woods to avoid notice. One minute I was leaving this wreck of a pack behind, the next I felt a blunt object hit the back of my head then darkness. Had Luciano changed his mind about sparing me? No, I didn't think so. Luciano wasn't one to attack from behind. He would have killed me and gotten it over with. He was the Alpha after all. No one would even question him. The door creaked open and Elder Tommaso stepped in. My eyes widened with shock as I realized
Emery's POVMy stomach rumbled in complaint. My strength was waning. When Luciano had told me to wait for my punishment, I didn't think it would take so long. I had no idea of the amount of time that had passed. No one came to give me food or water. I tried to reach out through the pack link to contact Mom to know if Luciano had taken his anger at me out on her. So I sat in my cell awaiting my punishment. What else could I do at this point? I had paced so much that I wondered at how the stone floor showed no signs of wear. I was anxious, tense, tired, and weak. I thought about what I could have done to induce a different outcome. Should I have let Anastasia's man kill Arabella that day? Should I have left when Luciano asked me to leave? My mind spun with the possibilities of what ifs and I must have fallen asleep at some point because I woke up to the sound of the door of my cell opening. Luciano stood at the cell door himself. That wasn't right. If he intended to execute me, he