Anderson's POVLying on my bed, I let out a deep, satisfied chuckle, still buzzing from the call with Sarah.She thought she could resist me? Adorable. The way her voice had wavered, the unspoken tension crackling between us—it was intoxicating. I had her exactly where I wanted her, and she knew it too.My mind drifted back to the river when she pulled my shirt over her nearly bare body—only her panties remaining—as she changed out of her dress to join me in the water, completely unaware of my hungry gaze.The sight of her reflection in the water had nearly ruined me. Her curves were nothing short of mesmerising and tempting—an hourglass figure that begged to be traced. Her breasts, full and impossibly firm, teased my imagination, making me ache to cup them, to feel their warmth before claiming them with my lips.I had planned to make her make the first move, to give her the illusion of control, but damn, the way she looked had pushed my patience to its limits. And with my cock alread
Sarah's POVWho the hell does this guy think he is, showing up at my doorstep, knocking like a maniac, demanding to see me—despite me making it very clear that I don’t want to?It has not even been a full twenty-four hours since our disastrous phone call, yet here he is.Since the only plan I had to stop him from blackmailing me with my secrets was not possible, I decided the best thing to do was stay away from him.Sure, it was a risk, knowing what he could do with them, but I was willing to bet he was only using it as leverage—to manipulate me into doing his bidding. If he actually intended to go to the police or whatever, he would have done it by now, especially with how many times I’ve refused him. I just hope I’m right.However, my neighbour made me rethink my decision when she shouted, "I don’t know who the fuck that asshole is, but if you don’t give him whatever he wants and make him leave, I swear to God, I’ll be the one calling the cops on both of you!"Sighing, I muttered a
Anderson's POVA few days had passed, yet, every time I recalled Sarah's facade of confidence that night, a smirk tugged at my lips.I could not believe she had the audacity to defy me because no one had ever dared to stand up to me after I issued a subtle or direct threat.Well, I had already put her in her place. Sooner or later, she’d regret that decision once things played out as I intended.Truth be told, I had no real plans of exposing her. If I did, I would have told Lucas by now. But I had to let her realise that I was still in control and that I always would be. That way, she would eventually give in to my demands, believing I was serious, which she had.Since then, she had been avoiding me like the plague. One time, we passed each other in the hallway, and she blatantly ignored my greeting. In class, she never met my gaze. It was amusing, really.Gliding effortlessly across the skating ground, I was lost in my own world, barely noticing anything around me—until the noise abr
Anderson's POV I thought my last encounter with Amber at the party would be the end of it, especially since she never reached out like she said she would. Honestly, I had forgotten all about her until she unexpectedly showed up at my school. I was just about to get into my car and head home when the tinted window of a sleek black Aston Martin rolled down, revealing her. She grinned at me like she owned the world. "Hey, pretty boy. Miss me?" I chuckled in disbelief, shoving my hands into my pockets. "What do you think?" "Well, I don't really know. But I do." She admitted, eyes twinkling with mischief. I smirked. "Should I say that's expected?" Her smile widened, a slight blush creeping up her cheeks when I asked her what she was doing here. "I'm here for you, of course." That threw me off. "Me?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "How did you even get in when you are not a student here?" She leaned on the steering wheel, lips curving in amusement. "I have my ways around
Anderson's POVAmber lay beside me, her skin still warm from the heat of the sex we had a short while ago.Her fingers drifted lazily across my chest, tracing invisible patterns.However, it was time to leave. Without a word, I sat up and reached for my clothes."What’s wrong?" she asked, the duvet clutched tightly against her chest as she sat up, her eyes searching mine.I pulled my shirt over my head, buttoning it casually. “What does it look like?”Then, I shot her a glance. “I’m leaving.”Her jaw dropped slightly, but she quickly composed herself and asked if I wasn't staying overnight.That actually made me laugh. "And why would I?"Her lips parted, then shut as if reconsidering her words."I just thought… since we have the mansion to ourselves…” she trailed off.Ah. So that was her plan all along. Clever. This was not just a random night of fun for her. The whole "we have the mansion to ourselves" thing made it clear this had been her plan all along, especially since it was susp
Author's POVThe grand dining hall of the Blackwood Pack's royal chamber was filled with the rich aroma of roasted venison and spiced root vegetables as Alpha Derek and his children had dinner.Axel cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke—not to anyone in particular, but loud enough for everyone at the table to hear."By the way,” he said, his tone laced with mischief, “I invited an outsider to the forthcoming feast.”A sharp silence fell over the room, the only sound being the clatter of cutlery abruptly stilled as a collective glare was shot in his direction, disbelief written across every face.Alaric was the first to react.He scoffed. “Do you even hear yourself? Tell me you are joking.”Axel smirked, unbothered. “I’m not.”Alaric let out a short chuckle. “Unbelievable. You never cease to amaze me.""Always messing around, never carrying himself like real royalty," he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for Axel and everyone to catch the jab.Alpha Derek
Anderson's POV The Blackwood pack’s feast roared to life under the moon as the scent of roasted meat and spiced wine clung to the air, mingling with the raw, primal energy that made the night electric. Flames flickered from massive iron torches, casting shifting shadows across the open courtyard, where the pack members feasted like kings. A circle had formed in the center of the ground, where two werewolves, half-shifted, clashed in a brutal duel. The duel was more than mere entertainment; it was a fight for survival as the defeated werewolf crumpled to the ground, his body still. Then, a deep, jagged wound stretched from his collarbone to his ribcage, his chest heaving in weak, uneven breaths—until, at last, he moved no more. His throat had also been torn open—evidence of the victor’s merciless fangs. Blood also pooled beneath his lifeless form. A howl erupted from the standing werewolf, his muzzle still slick with fresh blood. It was soon echoed by others in the crowd,
Anderson's POVAlpha Derek’s gaze darkened as he gave a simple but firm command. “Follow me.”Without another word, he turned and walked ahead.I hesitated, watching his back, trying to guess what he was up to. After a moment, I followed him in silence, my steps cautious.We emerged onto the balcony, where the grand feast sprawled below.He leaned against the railing, his expression unreadable as he stared at the gathering.“What’s this about?” I asked, keeping my guard up in case he decided to strike.Instead of answering, he murmured, “You ever think about how some things in this world just… persist?”His words threw me off because they had nothing to do with my question."No matter how many centuries pass, how many empires fall, some things remain the same.”Now standing next to him, I rested my hand on the railing as well and raised an eyebrow, shooting him a sideways glance. "Like what?”He tilted his head slightly, still watching the scene below. “Predators and prey. The balanc
Anderson's POVI didn’t sleep all night. Not a blink. Not a second.Because no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting to Sarah. It was more than just thinking about her—it was like an invisible rope was pulling me toward her.The more I resisted, the more I felt like I was betraying a primal part of myself.My chest felt heavy, like someone had dropped a stone on it and kept tugging every time I tried to breathe.And to make it worse, every time I closed my eyes, this weird feeling would wash over me.Something felt off. I couldn’t relax, and it made me anxious. It was like the stupid mate bond was sending alarm bells through my body, making my skin tingle with this strange urgency—my muscles were tense like I was about to fight, and even my claws were itching to come out—which made no sense.I mean, I’m a lycan, not a werewolf. I’m supposed to have control over stuff like this.“Is she in danger?” I could not help but ask myself in the middle of the night, sitting up in b
Sarah's POVMy eyes darted across the room, heart thudding like a war drum.The thick tension that came with Alpha Derek's presence felt like a noose tightening around my throat."What... What do you mean?" My voice trembled, trying my best to mask my fear and panic.Alpha Derek chuckled. It was the kind that would make your spine itch.His gaze pinned me down like prey. "That tongue of yours,” he murmured darkly."It is one of the few things I find impressive about you.""But make no mistake, girl, if you weren’t my son’s… friend, you wouldn’t be standing here, breathing this air. You’d be in a cell, or worse.”I froze. That was not a threat. That was a promise dressed in velvet.Then he stepped forward, his aura crashing over me like a tidal wave.“Tell me,” he said, his voice turning cold and sharp, “who’s the psycho brave enough to mess with my city like this?”I squared my shoulders, trying to ignore how my heart thundered against my ribs like a war drum. If I showed weakness, k
Sarah's POVMy head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it.Pain pulsed behind my eyes as I slowly came to, a groan escaping my dry lips.My tongue was dry, and every part of my body ached like I had been hit by a truck.I blinked several times, my vision blurry at first. This wasn't the dungeon. The stone walls and flickering torches were gone. Instead, soft morning light filtered through sheer curtains hanging over a window.I tried to lift my hand to rub my temple, but something cold and heavy pulled against my wrist. The metallic clank made my eyes snap open, and I looked down.The chain was still there. Shackled tightly around my ankle, biting into my skin.My heart leapt into my throat as memories hit me in fragments."What the..." I whispered."Did he figure it out? Does he know I’m connected to the murders now?" My heart pounded as the thought hit me."Did I black out last night?" My brows furrowed, trying to piece it all together.My whole body felt heavy as I pushed
Sarah's POVThe dungeon was thick with tension.Alaric's gaze was locked on me, confused, processing what was happening.But I wasn't looking at him. My mind was spinning, trying to find a way out of this nightmare.Axel's face twisted with rage as he pointed at me."You lying piece of shit!" he growled, his muscles tensed like a coiled spring ready to unleash violence as he lunged toward me—only to be yanked back by Alaric’s sharp command."Stop!" His voice echoed off the stone walls.Axel froze mid-step, but his eyes burnt with defiance. "Just because Dad left you in charge doesn't mean you get to order me around like some pet!"He snarled, baring teeth that seemed sharper than they should be. "I have just as much right to act as you do!"His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned bone white. "She's playing us, and you know it!"The air in the room suddenly felt colder.Alaric's fists clenched so tight I could hear the bones crack before he turned to face his brother slowly.“Y
Sarah's POV There he stood—Vincent Reyes, the notorious loan shark who owned some of the underground businesses in the city. He was the owner of the loan shark company and also a werewolf. His tall figure filled the doorway.Alaric's eyes flashed with irritation. "You are late, Reyes. The moon doesn't wait for anyone, neither do I."Vincent ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, offering a slight bow that didn't quite reach his eyes. "My sincerest apologies. Had a little... situation."When Vincent's gaze finally landed on me, my heart stopped. Time itself seemed to freeze as I felt naked, as if he could see right through me. His eyes narrowed, head tilting slightly as he studied my face.This was it. He would definitely know who I was and I was dead— even though I was sure we hadn't come across each other before.And now, he was going to tell them everything—that I had killed every one of them because of the loan I was yet to pay back. My fingers dug into my palms and sweat b
SARAH'S POVI woke up to a pounding headache, my vision swimming as if I had been knocked out cold. My body felt heavy, my limbs sluggish, and every breath came in short, shaky gasps.Blurred figures stood in front of me, their voices slurring together like an incoherent murmur as I fought to sit up, forcing myself to push past the weight pressing me down.I had to wake up. I had to figure out where the hell I was.A low groan escaped my lips as I blinked against the flickering glow of torches hanging on the walls. The dim light did little to help me piece together my surroundings.The last thing I remembered was walking into the loan shark’s office, determined to uncover the murderer’s identity through a ritual.I had overheard two students whispering about it at school, and I needed answers.I was in the middle of it when everything went dark.Now, as my vision cleared, I finally saw them.Alaric sat in front of me, legs crossed, his sharp eyes watching me like a predator sizing up
Anderson's POVThe woods were eerily quiet as I stepped into the clearing where Lancelot was already waiting—our usual meeting spot.I chose this place for its isolation because no one would get to see us together.His eyes locked onto mine the second he saw me.“You’re late,” he muttered.I scoffed, dragging my gaze over him like he was nothing more than a waste of space. "Yeah? And?”His brows knitted together, annoyance flashing in his eyes. "You said to meet here at this time—”"And you actually thought I cared?” I cut him off.A flicker of confusion and frustration crossed his face as he gritted his teeth. “Then why the hell are we here? You agreed to—"My hands slid into my pockets as I took another step forward, closing the gap between us. “To make you realise what a fool you have been..."A smirk tugged at my lips. "Because I've just been wasting your time all this while."His whole body went rigid, his breath hitching as the weight of my words sank in."You’ve been… wasting m
Author's POVIn the skeleton of an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city, Harry, Anderson's adoptive father, paced like a caged animal, his shoes scuffing against the dirt-strewn floor.He checked his watch for the fifth time in as many minutes, his jaw clenched tight as he drummed impatiently against it.“Damn it. She should be here by now,” he muttered, glancing toward Gaines."Every second we waste..." He shook his head, the moonlight catching the beads of sweat on his temple."Every second we waste is another second closer to everything falling apart. If Derek connects those dots..." His voice trailed off as he slammed his fist against a concrete pillar."We don’t have the luxury of time.” His voice was sharp, filled with mounting frustration.Gaines, leaning casually against a pillar, exhaled through his nose.He had been watching Harry’s restlessness with mild amusement, but there was an underlying tension in his stance as well.He checked his own wristwatch before res
Anderson's POVI did not expect to see my adoptive mother return with Lucas."Didn’t you leave already?" I asked flatly, raising a brow at her as she strolled in with Lucas."Weren’t you supposed to leave with Dad? What's wrong?” My voice was laced with suspicion.Something felt off.She smiled—too easily, too calmly. “Oh, nothing’s wrong. We just decided I should stay here overnight while he handles things.”I did not believe her for a second—it was as if she had another agenda other than just to spend time with me a bit before leaving the next morning like she had claimed.But before I could press further, she seamlessly changed the subject."We should have dinner together," she suggested, her tone light but leaving no room for refusal.I did not argue. I never really did with her or my adoptive father."Fine," I muttered, already rising to head to my room."I'll join you later. Need to freshen up first."She said nothing, but I felt her eyes on me as I walked off.Under the water,