LOGANI’d been staring at the all access invite to the private gala that Micheal had mailed me for a while now, and something in my guts made it seem like a bad idea to attend. I wasn’t sure why, but I attributed it to the fact that I hated these sort of gatherings that were filled with snobby rich people kissing each other’s asses to secure favors. I usually felt less reluctant about attending them when Ashley was with me, but an Arabian Prince had just shown interest in investing in our company so she had to travel to seal the deal. Right now, I was contemplating drafting an email to Micheal that I’d send a representative in my stead but I thought against it when I remembered the promise I made to Ashley after she reprimanded me last night over the phone. She’d insisted that it was a celebration of a partnership she worked her ass off for so it wouldn’t be fair to either parties involved in the rigorous process if I couldn’t acknowledge the beginning of the partnership by attendin
MICHEALVictory. I could taste it, like finely aged wine at the tip of my tongue.The downfall of the Vaughn brothers was finally upon me, and I’d set up the grand stage for the first humiliating death.That of the pompous bastard of the bunch. Logan’s.It was all happening, right before me, and I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I had to hide my smile behind my wine glass while the UV light worked its magic on his pathetic self. From the second he mounted the stage, I could tell that he was in pain.His attempt at saving face by manipulating the microphone was desperate and foolish, but I knew that everyone would soon know the real reason why his sentence was cut off. By the time his skin started go ablaze and burn to ashes, they’d see him as the undeserving asshole he was, the cursed weakling he truly was.The more I watched him, the more my anticipation for his horrid increased.My eyes weren’t doing enough justice as regards seeing the true extent of his pain, so I switched
LOGANRight after my speech, I knew I had to leave the event. I exchanged pleasantries with a few investors and then shot a text to my driver to pull up at the entrance because we’d be leaving immediately. On the way home, I still couldn’t believe what had just happened.My phone was ringing but I couldn’t bring myself to pick the call because my entire body had gone numb with shock. I almost died. And in the worst possible way. With a blood audience watching. Goosebumps crawled wickedly up my neck and arms as I remembered the unbelievable pain I was in. Even the sun had never burnt me that immensely, and I genuinely thought that would be the end of me. I wanted to convince myself that it was just a coincidence and someone had turned on the wrong lights and the worst possible time, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t through. The pain I felt? It was intentional, crafted to the bone. But somehow, I didn’t want to dwell on that. My greatest shock of the night was that Scarlett, the pe
The guts on that mannerless bastard? Unbelievable.It was maddening that someone with such an infuriating and irritating personality existed. How could a man be so conceited? Was he truly convinced that he was the center of the universe? How small minded!He’s so rude and obnoxious that his handsome features held no weight, none at all.Since the day I found out how sweet and thoughtful Ashley truly was, I’ve wondered why she punished herself by being shackled to a straight up self centered asshole. Even the life long history they had wasn't enough reason to tolerate such a raging fool.I mean, how could he always think that I was the root of his problems? And for what? A grudge that he kept imagining I would bother myself to keep for all of eternity? He was so dumb, I didn't believe he was able to keep his line of multi-billion dollar companies with such a shallow mentality.The next time he laid a finger on me, all hell would break loose and that was a promise. I was sick and tired
SCARLETTMy fingers were tingling like an electric current was strumming through them as my hand remained pressed against his chest.His heartbeats weren't getting any slower, if anything, they were picking up by the second and it was starting to scare me on his behalf. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had to fight this off every single time we were together, and since that happened a lot, I was floored that he’d rather go through that instead of putting some distance between us.Is that how much he valued our friendship? Far more than his sanity? I wasn't sure whether to be touched or worried, so I settled on equal halves of both.“Blake,” I called his name breathlessly, to make up for my lack of words.As though I’d conveyed much more through that single utterance, he nodded his head in understanding and smiled weakly before moving my hand off his chest. However, that didn't rid me of the heat on my palms or my heart rate that now seemed to be in competition with his.
SCARLETTBlake’s confession was on replay in my head for what felt like forever, and I sincerely hoped that we could belong to each other in the next life, wholly and with our breaking any moral codes.Since that was impossible in this life, I settled for an afternoon by the pool to drown my worries or avoid them for as long as possible. In the past hour, that had been going splendidly well, I was blasting Olivia Rodrigo to double up on feminine rage and wearing sun shades while I basked in the sunlight.My eyes were shut, I was sipping a cold freshly pressed orange juice, and I was a little sleepy. So far, it was an afternoon that’d go down in history as one of my most relaxed and peacef—I doubled back on that thought when it felt like a dark cloud was suddenly obstructing my precious bathe in the sunlight. Slightly ticked off, I opened my eyes, only for my irritation to triple when I realized that it wasn't a dark cloud but a hateful asshole that was blocking my precious view.Loga
SCARLETT“You have a lovely home, everything about it is soothing and exudes warmth,” I smiled wholesomely as my eyes toured Micheal’s dining space and kitchen.He was fully dressed in an apron and chef’s hat, beaming with pride at my compliment while chopping greens on a cutting board.“I, my Architect and interior decorator were inseparable during the entire process so I’d expect nothing less,” he looked away from the chopping board and admired his surroundings, “but thank you, I appreciate such a graceful compliment.”One thing I definitely admired about Micheal was his eye for detail, it was impeccable and worth emulating. Even now, as I watched him cook, I took note of how much detail he put into every single dish, and the longer I observed, the more I realized that mom had been right to push for a more private and intimate date where I could truly experience him in his element.When he’d offered to cook for me after I voiced mom’s suggestion, I thought it’d be a disaster and we’
LOGANTwo things kept me up at night these days.Scarlett’s unbending foolishness to completely cure me and the events that led up to discovering that she was the cure.Weirdly, the latter was on my mind much more than the former because it seemed like less and less like a coincidence each passing day. When I’d contacted the stage management team the morning after my near death experience, they’d confirmed that no UV lights had been installed for the gala and after sitting through a harrowing evening with the team members, I confirmed using my alpha intuition that I wasn't being lied to.After then, it seemed like I’d hit a dead end and returned to square one, but I couldn't let go of the restlessness itching at my insides each time I thought back to the event.Finally, I found one common denominator in each scenario where I’d been burnt by an artificially engineered UV light. And much to my annoyance, it was always Micheal. He was always conveniently at the center of it all.First, w
SCARLETT “How many minutes apart are your contractions?” “Can you feel the pups crowning already?” “Should I get the midwives?” My husbands circled around me like vultures readying their prey, asking me a million and one questions like I was not as clueless about childbirth as they were. They’d read a library worth of childbirth and parenting books from the moment I found out I was pregnant and yet they were as nervous as a completely ignorant parent would be. “Stop hovering over her, please,” Hyacinth sighed and rolled her eyes as she walked into the birthing room, “the birthing process will begin any moment and I’ll need you all to either be quiet and or absent so I can get to work.” They all murmured amongst each other before finally falling quiet. “I’m going to give you a mild anesthetic so you don’t feel a thing and sleep through it, alright?” she turned to me with a kind smile and I nodded. I felt nerves already wrecking my body upon hearing that, I was reminded of the c
LOGANThree long yet amazing months went by and the D-day finally arrived. I couldn’t believe that I was about to be married to Scarlett and it seemed that neither Blake nor Alex could believe it seeing how nervous they were while getting dressed for the ceremony. We’d watched her become the best version of herself in the last three months and judging from all the power and potential she radiated, even three Vaughn men might not be enough of a match for her. Still, I was beyond elated to see what a marriage as unique as ours had in store for us in the coming years. And for the rest of our lives. “I still can’t figure this shit out!” Blake whined as he wrongly knotted his tie for the hundredth time and Alex and I laughed at him. “If you’re too nervous to knot your tie, maybe you should just sit out the wedding ceremony,” Alex teased him. “Yeah, it’s a small wedding anyways. We’ll just add your name to the marriage certificate and crop you into the pictures for the wedding album,” I
SCARLETTWe did it? “Yeah, we fucking did it,” Logan’s excited response made me realize that I’d asked that question out loud instead of in my head as I’d assumed. “And that’s only because you had the balls to put yourself on the line when we weren’t willing to take that risk,” Alex added, flipping a pancake effortlessly with a slight tilt of the pan. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes at his stellar skills, wondering how he was able to pull that off when I couldn’t even do it while carefully using a frying spoon. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you’re no longer focused on our victory over the Shahato and you’re now hating on everyone that can make a proper pancake unlike you,” Blake said through a chuckle. I narrowed my eyes at him, picking a grape off my plate and throwing it at his head for teasing me. “Ow!” he exclaimed when it hit his forehead. “Serves you right,” I grinned before taking a generous bite of my sandwich. That led to back and forth banter, and as much a
SCARLETTAgain, they’d come to my rescue at the perfect moment.Unlike the last time, I refused to lose faith in them, so seeing them was more than an answered prayer, it was the confirmation of a truth I’d been steadfastly holding unto.I felt relief course through my entire body as the army pounced on the Shahato warriors, shifting to their wolf form and ripping our enemies apart before they had the chance to rejoice over my burnt corpse.Suddenly, the regret I felt when I was thrown into the portal that brought me here washed away and I was pleased with myself for following through with the baiting plan that brought us this far. I had a feeling that after this battle, we’d finally know peace and harmony instead of the chaos and despair we’d had to endure for months now.I was so lost in imagining a time of calm and quiet that I even forgot that fire was slowly creeping towards me as the altar behind me burnt away. It was when I smelt thick fumes suffocating me that I looked behind
LOGANI still felt shitty and stupid for how immature I’d acted when Scarlett disappeared behind that godforsaken portal.Blake didn’t deserve to be choked so heartlessly when all he did was keep me from breaking my foot to pieces—because believe me, that was my intention when I started kicking that rock. Yet, he’d stopped me from hurting myself foolishly and I repaid him like an absolute asshole.I knew I’d apologized, but it didn’t seem enough so I made a mental note in the back of my mind to make it up to him somehow after we rescued Scarlett.“Guys! Over here! Quickly!” Hyacinth called out to me and my brothers and we rushed to where she was bent over on the floor and holding a glass shard.“What did you find? Please give us some good news,” Alex practically begged as he crouched beside her.“Their sorcerer must’ve mistakenly dropped this while closing the portal in a hurry, and now I know exactly where those bastards took her,” she jumped to her feet and Alex followed suit.“Wher
ALEXFan–fucking–tastic!This bloody plan blew up in our faces just like I’d predicted it would. Those cunning bastards just zapped our mate through a portal and I couldn’t feel her through the bond from the moment they disappeared into it.I guessed that neither Blake nor Logan could feel her either because they equally seemed like they were going mad.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck this!” Logan yelled on the top of his voice while kicking a rock repeatedly until I heard a toe snap and blood started to ooze from his boot.That didn’t stop him though, he kept spitting profanities and angrily kicking the rock until Blake ran towards him and dragged him away from the rock and set him on the floor.“What the hell is wrong with you, Logan? How the hell does that fix shit!?” Blake leaned forward, placing his hands on both knees while screaming right into Logan’s face.Instead od answering, Logan reached out and gripped Blake’s neck and started to twist it with rage burning in his eyes. I immediat
SCARLETTThe morning of the full moon had finally arrived, and just like everyone else, I hoped that things went according to plans.None of us could handle any surprises because the chances of the plan going smoothly hinged on us being in complete control. To ensure that nothing went wrong, Hyacinth got a team of sorcerers to cast truth spells on the army in a bid to uncover any hidden spies from the Shahatos.Once we confirmed that every warrior was loyal to us, we finally let them in on the plan for the first time since we’d hatched it.Afterwards, Blake and Alex guided them through morning drills and helped them memorize the parts of the plan they were instrumental to, Logan and I kept Hyacinth company while she and her group of sorcerers did a location spell.Unlike the former location spells they’d casted to locate me when I was captured, this was much more likely to work because she’d used the blood of the prisoners that were recently executed. She assured us that with a team o
SCARLETTOnce again, Hyacinth had to come to our aid.We rushed Alex home and called her to come by the house as soon as possible. After ten minutes that felt like an eternity, she finally arrived and got to work on speeding up his healing. She explained that he invested wolfsbane and that’s why he wasn’t healing even after Blake and Logan cleaned and bandaged his wounds properly as soon as we got home.Hyacinth fed him some potions, but when they didn’t work, she told us that the wolfsbane had been in his system for far too long so she would need a powerful spell to magically detox him of it so his wolf could heal.While she convened with the powers that be on the required spell for such a crucial procedure, I paced the entire room worriedly while saying prayers to the moon goddess and ignoring the words of comfort being thrown my way from Logan and Blake.For some reason, I still felt fractions of the fear and pain I felt when I thought he was going to take his life just to prove a
SCARLETTAn hour passed and I immediately rallied Logan and Blake into the car to go in search of Alex. The longer we went without being able to contact or find him, the more I regretted listening to Logan and Blake instead of my wolf.And now because of my negligence, we were all worried out of our minds for Alex.It was almost nightfall and neither of us could reach or find him still. And believe me, we’d tried everything we could possibly think of. Logan tried to track his phone but his men found it dumped in a roadside bin and had no other means of tracing where he went from there because the traffic cams in that area were all busted.After that dead end, we’d all gone around the city in search of him but we couldn’t pick up his scent talk less of find his car.Normally, we’d have assumed that he was just somewhere blowing off steam and stayed home to wait on him. But ever since the marking ritual, we had a much stronger bond and could feel each other’s emotions and a while ago we