-NIA’S POV-Chaos unfolded with a ferocity that echoed the sound of battle across the afternoon skies. The air crackled with formidable tension as the clash of wolves reverberated, a symphony of growls, snarls, and the occasional yelp, cutting through the charged atmosphere.Lykoan was in trouble.Adrenaline laced with anxiety coursed through my veins as I chewed on my thumbnail, watching from inside the Porsche.Patrol lunged at him. Survive, Lykoan. Please survive. My breath caught in my throat as vicious snarls pervaded.One by one they charged at him, from behind, sideways, in front, and jumping through the air. Panic tangled up inside of me and a stab of fear assaulted my gut.I can’t lose him.What should I do? I wanted to help, but how? Where was Gawain or Julius when you needed them? I wished Tank had been here too.Sick with worry, my heart ricocheted in my chest. I couldn’t sit by and not do anything. Through the sharp, desperate uneasiness inside of me, an idea stirred.Gul
-NIA’S POV-Knowing what was next to come, I sidled behind Lykoan, peeking around his left side to watch everything. I noticed the Beta was behind us, keeping a cautious distance but observing the confrontation while the patrol wolves slowly limped away with the wounded."Keep your envy out of my business, Alpha Zeek," Lykoan rasped to the man who attacked me with his wolf before darting his gaze on the other. "What brought you here, Alpha Iscariot?"Alphas? I knew it, but two of them? My heart rate spiked anxiously and my temples throbbed as I got a good look at them. I must say that had I been on my own, I would not have been any Alpha's problem.This was exasperating.“The hell we will.” Iscariot retorted, standing to our left with his Appalachian brown eyes searching me. He swiped his thumb across his sweat-beaded forehead and the wind kicked up the fringes of his champagne hair.I gulped nervously and cast my eyes down at my twiddling thumbs."How out of touch you’ve been.” Zeek a
-NIA’S POV-“Move your damn feet, you sick perversion of nature,” Zeek growled at me with his strong arms around my waist after freeing my mouth.Despite my efforts, I couldn't break free from Alpha Zeek’s dragging hold.Desperation and fear clashed with raw determination as I clawed, punched, and kicked with all my might.“What level of idiot are you?” I cursed him, hoping to deter his foul ambitions. “You’re making a Volkes your enemy.”A regurgitating scream bubbled up in my throat as we reached the field. I squeezed my eyes shut to muster everything within my soul to call out to the only man who could save me. “Lykoan!”My mate’s focus snapped towards us. Scarlet wrath veiled Lykoan's orbs like a laser ready to inflict maximum damage, aiming for nothing but smoke as he watched Zeek bounding for the labyrinth of trees where more growling and snarls pervaded.Lykoan’s muscles coiled. He began half-shifting. Silver fur spouted through his pores and the air around him shimmered, making
-NIA’S POV-The day was a feral, crude, unspeakable horror.My flitting eyes flicked back and forth from Lykoan to the syringe.A trickle of cold sweat slithered down my nape. Dread gripped my heart like a frozen fist and I swallowed as my flesh erupted with painful chills.My lips parted to speak, and I suddenly realized that they were quivering with fear, along with my entire body. “What's in that?”“Death,” Zeek terse. “For you, of course.”“Wait. I….um,” I panicked, unable to think straight, smelling my own blood.“I wouldn't move if I were you.” He kept his cold eyes on Lykoan.My body shook uncontrollably, and my thoughts went haywire. My wolf was so distraught that she withdrew with a whine.Back on the field, Lykoan towered over Iscariot's bleeding body that lay on the grass. He dug his razor-sharp claws inside Iscariot's shoulder, using them as hooks to force him to stand on his feet.Blood spurted as Iscariot howled in pain. "Yaaaaaaa-hoo-hoo!"Good. The bastard was going do
-LYKOAN’S POV-Just by a shift of my thumb, I cracked the two Alpha’s windpipes and flung them to the ground. I instantly blocked out their painful grunts. Served them right.The wild smell of the forest retreated. Death reeked and blood stained the ground like a macabre river.Despite the five unclad Alpha Females that paraded in front of me, lining out horizontally and expecting a life-changing moment. My eyes sift through them to zero in on Nia.Any hopes of her getting out of Zeek’s grip dwindled drastically, since now she was poisoned and paralyzed, whimpering in pain. A deep ache radiated from my chest, sending ripples of anxiety and rage through my veins.Ten minutes. I had limited time to get her an antidote before her organs began damaging, or her recovery period would be agonizingly long and possibly detrimental.It had come to this. Victory demanded pain. Change demanded sacrifice. The truth felt like an anvil of lead down my bowels, blasted by my flames of fury. I clenched
-LYKOAN’S POV-Resentment boiled low in my chest."If she dies, so will you,” I roared, eyes locked on Nia as I jumped over Boaz’s dead wolf.“Go to hell. Don’t come any closer or my claws will rip her throat.” Zebeon negotiated with panic in his tone, positioning a hand at Nia’s neck and trying to hide behind a tree trunk. “My sister for her.”Already my muscles burn and I bleed from numerous small hits. Blood also flowed freely from the deep wound on my shoulder, coating my back and draining my energy. Yet, all these were minor matters. Only Nia’s safety was critical, so much so, that the impulse to save her was staggering.Turning slightly, I glared down at the only chestnut-haired Alpha-female who was lying on the ground petrified, but was looking back at Zebeon. A primordial growl clamored for release.“Get up.”Drenched in fear, she flashed her hazel eyes at me. I had to retract my aura for her to get on her feet.“Go,” I rasped with strong authority.The girl gulped thickly and
-LYKOAN’S POV-Regret torched me and my soul caught on fire, searing me from the inside out, and I dropped to my knees, trembling. This wasn’t right. My whole world was caving in. Letting out a lamenting breath, I put my hand over the wound and blood seeped through the cracks of my fingers.Nia’s orange eyes were wide, staring into mine with disbelief as she stuttered the words, “T-ell M-om…..I’m s-orry.”“You can tell her yourself. You’re going to be fine,” I said quietly, sniffing hard. Her irises rolled up as her lids fluttered nonstop, and her head leaned away from me. Using one hand, I grasped her chin tenderly, bringing her face to look back at me, pleading, “You have to hold on. You hear me? You can’t leave me.”Hail of gunfire, growls, and howls filled the air with death and sadness, stretching out like a rubber band, getting thinner and thinner by the second, but I couldn't focus on anything except Nia. I couldn't let go of her.Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes and my
-LYKOAN’S POV-Like a mountain lion ready to pounce, I kicked the door off the hinges, letting it crash to the ground. The scent of incense, milk, and honey greeted my nostrils, attempting to coax me into tranquility.Huffing and puffing with rage, I entered the room, roaring, “Mother! Where are you? Mother!”Mine and Sultan’s anger mingled into an unbearable control. My power leaked out of me like a hot volcanic eruption. She will feel the heat of my tongue today. My eyes darted around the large space. How typical of her to be too busy for me.The well-made bed with a fluffy teal comforter was empty as usual. My heavy feet stomped across the large, globe-like, creamy-white hydrangea flowers that decorated the hardwood floor, kicking them with my black boots, until I reached the tall white French windows that opened to a sea of white, wavy clouds.“My son, what is wrong with you?” A soft, perplexed voice came from behind me.Horn-mad, I whipped around to confront her beautiful face, a
LYKOAN’S POV-“Seriously, Lykoan, get off me.” Nia chuffed out while elbowing me.Although I felt the minor jabs in my ribs, the little movements of her bare ass were stimulating my already rock-hard cock. If I dared to move, it would surely be to hoist up her ass and thrust my dick inside her appealing slick, coated cunt.“Grrr,” I growled in response with Sultan on the surface. I flex my jaws as my fangs elongated. “You're mine.”Every now and then, my bones cracked, beginning the agonizing transformation that I wrestled to intercept and stop to maintain my human form. She didn’t understand that the instant we saw her, Sultan had taken over.Now, as I pinned her soft body with mine on the moist grassy floor of the forest, audible labored breaths escaped me. It was taking everything within me to hold Sultan back.“Argh,” I grunted from my throat, chest heaving. I clamped my teeth together and stiffened my entire being so as not to grind on her.Because she was my mate, her body was r
NIA’S POV-Not this again.Please not this betrayal again.Lykoan spun to face me, wrenching away from the brunette beauty in the process. She nearly stumbled backward as his shoulder nudged her square in the chest.His body simmered with lust and white-hot possessiveness with eyes dilating to blood-red. His roar shook the ground. “Mine!”My heart tightened and I shook my head.It was too late. I'd already seen them together. The damage had been done.Wild desire shone in his eyes, and his mouth gaped open like he was attempting to explain. No sound came out of his treacherous throat. Even if he did, I wasn't sure I'd be able to hear him above the pounding in my ears.Kenzie moved around him to stand facing me with her back to him. “Jacques has been waiting for you.” Smirking evilly, she tucked her hair strands behind her ear. “Go to him so that Lykoan and I can finish up.”Pain, unlike anything I'd ever experienced before, pierced my chest. It tore through me, ripping away skin and c
NIA’S POV-Clutching my forehead, a strained groan left my lips. Heat pulsed through every inch of my body, especially between my thighs. My skin felt inflamed.When my eyes snapped open, I realized that sweat dampened my clothes. The night was incredibly hot and tormenting.I felt a searing pain in my heart and I jolted up in bed. Glancing around the room, I didn't see Lykoan anywhere. The gnawing at my heart intensified when I realized he was gone. A pang of loneliness swirled in my chest. Just when I wanted to turn my brain off and relax with him, yet he was not here.Remembering all that happened prior to falling asleep, including me telling him about what Layton and Chase had done, it dawned on me that he must be furious. He had probably gone to Boulderfist to crush their bones to dust.Oh no.Plus, he has yet to tell me how things unfolded in the Trenchlands. I assumed that they had not found Mom.Ignoring the aches, I launched out of the bed barefooted and ventured into the hal
LYKOAN’S POV-The achromatic streams of the rodisiac moon kept stroking the most erogenous spots on my body, like sapid kisses on my flesh.I rubbed the back of my neck to tamp down my rising anger as Kenzie rode out her orgasm, and Jacques’ mocking gaze locked on me.“Damn it Jacques, does this have to do with the all-points bulletin from Boulderfist?” I growled, grappling to keep my cool.Jacques hummed, pushing Kenzie off of him. She fell into a lump of sensual curves and glowing skin with splayed-out brunette hair, sated on the rug.“I changed my mind.” He tipped his head up, taking in the heavens with hands wide open, and declared, “The night is too ravenous to discuss sour topics.”Waves of pheromones rose.Groups of horny women huddled on our left and right, observing us, stroking and groping one another as they vied to be noticed and chosen as our next fuck buddy.Dragging my hand backwards through my hair, I seethed, “Stick to the matter at hand and refrain from involving me
LYKOAN’S POV-“Tonight's the rodisiac full moon,” Tameka announced, looking up at me as I slowly descended the curved stairs.Kourtney and Lucidora flanked her sides in the living room. All their faces were solemn with concern.I had a plan for retribution on Boulderfist. It was perfect to do it now, but the moon's allure started to wreak havoc on my body and mind, rendering me angry, hot, and dangerously distracted. My blood roared for blood.“Nia is sleeping, and I have two things to deal with,” I said, stopping right in front of them at ground level.Relieved, Kourtney clutched her chest and blew out a long breath. “That's good to hear. She's been locked in that bathroom all day. I'm glad you made her feel better.”“Do you know what else was on that flash drive?” My eyes bounced from one face to the other, analyzing them. “What did her ex do?”Tameka folded her arms. Unwillingness to spill settled in her expression when she replied, “It wasn't pretty, but it's her story to tell.”I
LYKOAN’S POV-“Upstairs.” Tameka pointed to the ceiling, without sparing me her eyes.“She's, um—” Lucidora began, but I was already sprinting up the stairs.Making my way toward the bedroom, I stared at the large, empty, unrumpled queen-sized bed and called for Nia again.“Lily-Bud?” My stomach clenched and roiled in anticipation.Turning the corner to the bathroom, her potent scent hit me. Thank the fuck. My glum heart quickened with anxiety. I inhaled the rich aroma and gently wandered to the locked door."Nia?" I called loudly as my knuckles knocked on the wooden frame."Just a minute." Nia's small voice echoed from inside. Her voice was raspy, and she was sniffling as if she had been crying.After reaching for the door handle, my stomach clenched again when I turned the knob and realized that it was locked from the inside. There was some rustling around, and I heard her light footsteps, but the door remained closed."Open up for me baby," I solicited against the door, feeling the
LYKOAN’S POV-All rifles were poised and aimed at the large bed. Taking calculated steps, I stared down at the hulk of a man lying in the bed, snoring disgustingly loudly. My lips snarled in repulsion as I pressed the barrel of my rifle on Gossart’s forehead.Gossart’s coal-black eyes shot open. He grunted in surprise once he registered the cool metal against his head.“Get up,” I hissed.“Lycan man,” Gossart growled. His eyes fixed on me as he propped up in the bed, sliding out.“Movement coming inside.” Hogan nodded at Ray-hart and Freeman. With their guns raised, they left to sweep the hallway and take out any arising threats.Downstairs the house was previously empty, but loud voices and the sound of loading and cocking of weapons were unmistakable.“Where is the she-elf?” I pushed Gossart to his knees on the floor.The oversized man grunted and looked up at me with no evidence of fear. “Don’t know.”“He doesn’t know.” Tank aped the man’s words with his rifle ready to shoot.“Yes,
NIA’S POV-“That's not what he thinks,” I riposted.“Don’t be fooled by the other Sigmas.” Tameka angled her head to gaze menacingly at me. “We’re letting you hang around until the boss comes to his senses.”I frowned and questioned, “Is it that, Tameka? Or are you afraid that I’ve taken your spot in Lykoan’s world—that you are being cast as a mere shadow in the back?”“What it is—is that you need to learn your goddamn place.” She sneered, eyes cold and full of malice. “You act innocent and naive. So disgusting.”“And what place is that? You know Lykoan and I are mates,” I responded breezily. “That makes me the most important person in his life.”She chuckled bitterly, short and forced. “At least I can afford my own, but what can you afford? Tears? Are they golden like your ears?”I shook my head, gritting down on my back teeth to resist saying something cruel. That one definitely hit me. Her words stung, but I acted unfazed and deterred.“Can we be civilized about this, Tameka? It's n
LYKOAN’S POV-“Hey, hey. Hey, hey,” Gawain chanted, bobbing his head. “Yes mama, shake it for me.”At a brothel in Mojave, Bakka, we booked a room to kill time. Barefooted on the Persian rug, three brunette dancers jutted and jiggled their hips in the middle to ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier. We sat disguised like regular Trenchland slums on a fuchsia semicircular couch, supposedly charmed.The Sigmas made it look easy pretending to be so giddy over these women. The guys were duly entertained with their wanton eyes glued on the ladies, giving them compliments with laughter. Freeman flicked a coin at the girls whenever they gave him a booty shake.Ray-Hart was downstairs in the over-crowded, orgy lounge at one corner with prostitutes while keeping an eye out on everyone who entered the two-story end of terrace house.Red, orange, some shades of pink, and dark brown wood. The same colors were everywhere. Cigar, liquor, sweat, sex, and the faintest whiff of fried pickles were triggering my gag ref