Lucas' POVThe hall of the Pine Creek mansion was a spectacle of light, music, and color.Elegant couples swirled around the room, their fancy clothes and jewelry sparkling in the glow of the chandeliers.I was impeccably dressed in a black tuxedo, drawing admiring glances from the ladies as always.But as he made his way through the crowd, my eyes only locked on a stunning woman in jeans.She looked so hopeless and vul
Leah's POV "Where is Finn, Lucas? If you dared to hurt him..." I said as I was walking upstairs along with Lucas and Mick. "Leah, Finn isn't your possession. He's a grown-up man and he's got his own free will. Has it ever occurred to you that he might not like you? He doesn't want to be with you at all?" Lucas' voice sounded detached. I frowned and argued, "That's not possible! Finn's my best friend..." "So what's the last name of your best friend? What happened to him in the past? Why has he got genetically modified? Why does he have a phobia of soldiers? Is Sak Doyle really his brother? Have you ever thought of these questions?" Lucas asked in a stern voice. "That's for me to figure out! I can't figure it out if I can't be with him! You've taken him away from me. You've made your point. Now Jorah is back. It's time for you to return Finn to me!" Lucas couldn't conceal his disgust when he heard Finn's name over and over again. "You just don't understand, do you? Finn doesn't lov
Leah's POV Just when I was about to scream, the door behind me was pushed open by a cleaning lady. She panicked when she saw me. "I'm sorry, Lady. I thought this lavatory was empty..." she mumbled and tried to walk back. I grabbed her arms and said, "Wait, did you see something in this room just now?" "No... But the air conditioning must be malfunctioned. This lavatory is freezing. I need to call for maintenance," the lady stroked her arms and said. Coldness. Yes. Bone-chilling coldness. It was just like the time I was in the SPA room. All the lights went off and the air suddenly became cold. "Did you lock the door of this lavatory?" I asked the cleaning lady. She looked confused. "I'm so sorry, Lady. But I didn't lock this door. This door was open. That's why I thought this lavatory was empty," she replied. I bit my lips. I had enough of this kind of supernatural bullshit. My life wasn't supposed to be like those poor heroines in a ghost story. I refused to be tortured by
Leah's POV The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of shuffling cards and murmured conversation. The poker table was the centerpiece of the room, and at the moment, it was unoccupied. As I sat next to the table, Mick took the seat in front of me. The other two players took their seats as well. Lucas sat next to me and said, "Leah, I know you're in a bad mood today. And people can't win if they're in a bad mood. So why don't you let me play for you?" I didn't want to talk to him at all. But after what happened in the lavatory, I was still terrified. And it was nice to have a familiar face around, sitting next to me, supporting me physically and emotionally. I took a glance at him and said, "If you want to remain sitting next to me, be quiet." Lucas looked a bit upset, but he didn't let it out. He shifted his eyes on Mick like he was about to eat him alive. Obviously, he didn't like his wife sitting at the table, playing strip poker. Mick was dressed in a sharp suit with hi
Leah's POV "Shut up, Mick. Shut the fuck up right now and go inside!" Lucas roared. He had always been known to be a reserved person. I had never heard him being so loud and mad at the same time. "I want to kill him! I want to kill that fucking bastard!" I roared in tremendous pain. "Leah, please, he's my cousin. Let me deal with it." Lucas said in a calm voice. "Murderer! That fucking bastard!" I screamed and I was shocked by my own voice. "Leah, if he's a murderer, he will be sentenced and punished by the law. You're not the law. So for fuck's sake, please hold your anger right now and leave the rest of it to me," Lucas said. As I collapsed into Lucas' arms, my body was wracked with sobs. Tears streamed down my face, leaving me gasping for air between sobs. Lucas held me tightly, feeling the weight of my sorrow pressing against him. My grief was palpable, heavy, and raw, and I could feel it seeping into his own being. "That sinister bastard! I should have killed him on
Leah's POV "Miss Lewyn, please, I will beg you on my knees... Please don't..." Jorah looked as if he was about to cry. "Lucas knew Finn had been genetically modified. So you must have found out who did it," I said. "Miss Lewyn... I really can't drive like this..." Jorah stepped on the brake and parked the car on the side of the road. "It has something to do with the Royal Guards because Finn was afraid of soldiers," I kept going on. "Those soldiers were trying to hurt Finn, but he managed to escape. But during the escape, something happened and he lost his memory. After that, he was taken to the slave market and put on sale. Sak Doyle purchased him and brainwashed him by telling him that he was his brother." Jorah covered his ears and said, "I don't know. I know nothing, Miss Lewyn. Please don't push me anymore! I... I feel..." At that time, the full moon came out from behind the clouds. As the first ray of moonlight touched Jorah, he immediately ripped off his clothes and shift
Leah's POV "Are you insinuating that Leo might have done some experiments on Finn?!" I covered my mouth in disbelief. "I'm a wolf. I don't insinuate anything. I only state the fact." Jorah's wolf scratched his ear with his feet. "But... But why would he do something like that?! It's unethical! It's immoral! It's... It's flat wrong!" I murmured. I couldn't find the right word to express my feelings. I had never thought Leo would become a mad scientist or something. He was just an average second brother to me, doing some second-brother things like playing with me or sharing a slice of pizza together. "I don't believe you." I crossed my arms and held myself. My body was shivering. Jorah's wolf jumped on my lap, wrapping his tail around me to keep me warm. "You have all the right to feel shocked. I was shocked when I found out as well. But after a few days, I started to process this whole thing. It slowly becomes justifiable. But that's just my assumption. You need to talk to Leo,
Leah's POV "Leah, calm down," Darren's wolf said in a calm voice. I noticed that there was an open wound on his foreleg and it was a nasty cut. He got that wound because he was trying to protect me. I immediately felt guilty about shouting at him. I held up Jorah's body and wailed. "First of all, Jorah's not dead. There's some concussion in his head and there might be some broken ribs, I'm not sure. But one thing I am sure of is that he's still alive," Darren's wolf said. I looked down at Jorah in my arms and caught him peeking at me. As soon as he met my eyes, he shut his eyes and pretended dead. "Jorah! This isn't funny!" I put him on the ground and jumped up. "Ouch! Ouch! Multiple broken ribs!" Jorah whimpered and coughed. I had to pick him up again and hold him in my arms. He placed his head over my arm and took a long deep breath. "Thank you, Miss Lewyn, much better," he said. "You can't do things like this to me!" I wiped the tears off my face. "I thought you were d
Leah's POVThe supermarket fluorescents buzzed like angry hornets. I trailed Liam past pyramids of canned beans, his boots squeaking against linoleum. He moved like a feral cat—all coiled tension and sideways glances. The discount rack called to him like a siren."Jackpot," he muttered, scooping armfuls of spaghetti boxes into the cart. The packaging screamed ITALIANA AUTENTICA! in Comic Sans. I snorted. Authentic as his leather jacket's "genuine pleather" tag."Grandma's got expensive taste in hospice care, huh?" I nudged a box with my elbow. The noodles rattled like dried bones. "Why not buy her real food now that you're rolling in mobster cash?"He didn't look up. "Nonna'd skin me alive if I wasted good dollars on truffle oil when Barilla's ninety cents." The cart shuddered as he dumped another box. "Besides, spaghetti's her love language. Ate it every Thursday with Papa Enzo before the cirrhosis got him."I let my claws retract just enoug
Leah's POVLiam stared. "What the hell are you?"I wiped my hands on his jacket. "Hungry."He laughed then, wild and unhinged. "You're crazy.""Crazy enough to fix your problems. If you obey.""Obey?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's kinky."I stared at him. "You want to save your grandmother? Stop playing gangster. You're a joke."His smile died. "Yeah? And what's your deal? Some kinda runaway mob wife?""Like you can't even imagine." I released him.Silence.He rubbed his neck. "Fine. What's the plan, boss?"I glanced at the photo. The old woman's eyes glared back, unyielding. "First, we get some money.""From where?"-Vinny's nightclub reminded me of Sheridan Club. It was a cacophony of neon lights and pounding bass, the kind of place where secrets were buried under the weight of too much noise and too many bodies.I walked in with Liam trailing behind me, his face still bruised
Leah's POVThe first thing I remembered was the cold. Not winter's bite, but the slick, oily chill of concrete against bare skin. My knees were scraped raw. My breath came in ragged bursts, fogging the air like gun smoke. I pressed my palms flat against the alley wall, felt the grime cling to my fingertips.Naked. The word slithered through my skull, venomous. Not just my body - my pride flayed open, left to rot beside dumpsters reeking of stale beer and regret.What the hell has happened to me? I remembered stabbing Lucas in the chest and walking into the flames.Now here I am. Naked in some sort of back alley.Voices slithered from the street."Lookie here... fresh meat. Yummy..." a man slurred. Three shadows lurched into the alley, their laughter wet and jagged. One held a bottle by its neck; the glass caught the neon buzz of the bar sign above. Red Rabbit Tavern. The letters bled crimson down the brick.Is this... human world?
Lycidas' POVLucian shook his head, his eyes closing as if the effort of speaking was too much.Late afternoon light slashed through barred windows, gilding dust motes that swirled like trapped spirits above Lucian's bed. My brother's once-indomitable frame now sank into feather pillows as if the mattress conspired to swallow him whole. His labored breaths syncopated with the grandfather clock's metronome tick-tock, tick-tockfrom the western wall - a sound that had scored every pivotal moment of our cursed lineage. I counted them as one counts heartbeats before execution: thirty-seven ticks since he'd last spoken. Seventy-three since I'd entered this tomb disguised as a king's quarters.When Lucian finally stirred, his eyelids lifted like rusted portcullises. Sunlight caught the silver threads in his black beard - premature aging, or the Moon Goddess' fingerprints? "Lycidas," he exhaled, the name disintegrating into a wet cough. I watched his thro
Lucian's POVJalin seized my chin, wrenching my face back to the mirror. "Are you waiting for me to dress you, Your Majesty?" His hands slid down, slow and possessive, unbuttoning my shirt with deliberate malice. The fabric parted, exposing my sunken chest, and his gloved fingers lingered, tracing the jut of my ribs. I grabbed his wrists, my frail grip trembling. "I'm tired," I whispered, voice a broken thread. "I don't want to see anyone today."Jalin sneered and tore the shirt from my shoulders, seams splitting like skin. He shoved me from the wheelchair, and I crashed to the floor, legs limp, a puppet with slashed strings. "Your brother's coming," he hissed, looming over me. "If you greet him like this - pathetic, lifeless - he'll think I've neglected my duties." His eyes burned with that familiar madness, a sadistic gleam that promised torment.I shrank back, breath shallow, rasping, "Jalin, please don't…" But he didn't pause. His hand fisted my hair,
Lycidas' POVI looked down at him, my jaw tight. "If you want the thing between us to work," I said, my voice low and dangerous, "you need to know some ground rules. The first and most important one is that you stay the fuckout of my family business. Do you understand?"He met my gaze, his eyes calm, unflinching. "Yes, Your Highness, I understand. But the thing is, since you entered the Kingdom, all your actions have been under the control of the Court. They reported your arrival to His Majesty, who summoned me last night..." I grabbed him by the throat, slamming him against the mirror. The glass cracked under the force, shards raining down around us. His face was scratched, blood trickling down his cheek, but he didn't struggle."Did you go and see my brother last night?! Did he fuck you?!" I roared.He whispered, "Your Highness, Lucian is sick now. He didn't...""If you mention my brother's name again," I snarled, "I'
Lycidas' POVI woke to the sting of sunlight slicing through the heavy drapes, the kind of light that felt like a mockery after the night I’d had. My head throbbed, a dull ache that seemed to echo the chaos of my thoughts. I rubbed my eyes, squinting at the room around me. It was obscenely luxurious, every surface polished to a blinding sheen, every piece of furniture carved with ornate, gaudy details. I sat up, the silk sheets slipping off my bare skin, and let out a bitter laugh. Finn's bedroom?The place reeked of excess, of a desperate attempt to mask something hollow. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, my feet sinking into the plush carpet. The air smelled faintly of cedar and something metallic—blood, maybe, or the ghost of it. I stood, stretching the stiffness from my limbs, and made my way to the bathroom. The shower was scalding, the water slamming into my skin like punishment. I leaned against the tiled wall, let
Finn's POVLycidas didn't buy it. His clawed hand seized my hair, wrenching my head back so hard my neck screamed, and I gasped, the pretense slipping as pain flared."Fucking slut, is that all they'd taught you?!" he spat, raking his claws down my spine, tearing skin, spilling blood. I whimpered - half act, half truth—and he sneered, pressing his heat against me, his cock a brutal threat between my thighs. "You're a fucking disgrace. A whimpering slut who'd spread for any cock that paid."I clenched my jaw, nodding like I hated it, but the words sank into me, heavy and hot. "Yes, Your Highness. But now, I am yours..." I choked out, still clinging to the lie of reluctance, but then he slammed me face-first into the hardwood floor, his hands pinning my neck, and the air left me. He thrust in, no warning, no mercy, and the pain - fuck, the familiar, thrilling pain - was a jagged blade splitting me open. I screamed, the sound raw and real, my mask shattering
Finn's POVThe air in Mediland was thick with the stench of desperation and decay, a familiar reek that clung to the walls of the slave market like a second skin. I stepped through the rusted gates, my boots crunching over gravel and broken glass. The place was still a cesspool of misery, still a monument to the cruelty of the worst of the worst. But this time, I didn't feel the usual weight of despair pressing down on my chest. No, this time, I felt… light. My plan was going on smoothly.Lycidas, the fucking Lycan Prince, was here. In my territory. In my office. The thought almost made me smile. He'd spent years parading around the human world, basking in the adoration of his fans, untouchable. But now, he was mine. The fire in Los Angeles had been a stroke of luck - or perhaps fate. The paparazzi had scattered, and for the first time in years, Lycidas was vulnerable. Cole met me at the entrance, his face grim. "His Highness Lycidas