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
Lucas' POVThe Green Point bar stank of sweat and spilled whiskey. I watched the girl's throat work as she gulped the beer, amber liquid dripping down her chin like stolen honey. Her knuckles whitened around the glass. Thirsty little thing. Starving in ways I couldn't name."Did you...enjoy the beer?" I asked."It tastes like piss, but I'm thirsty," she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand."And did you enjoy today?" The question tasted rusty. Leah's ghost perched on the barstool between us, her hollow socket accusing me.The girl's shoulders hitched first. Silent sobs shook her frame, tears plinking into her empty glass. My chest tightened - that old reflex, that ancient guilt."What's going on? Did I do something wrong?" I held her hand and asked."It's just..." Her voice cracked like autumn leaves underboot. "Feels like the first real day. Like I've been sleepwalking till now. I've never been out for a proper date like this wi
Finn's POVThe studio gates loomed like iron teeth. I stepped through, the scent of fake blood and sweat slapping me harder than the California heat. Outside, the Hills smoldered, ash staining the sky. Inside, they’d built a pantomime of apocalypse - extras in matted fur howling at a green screen, their plastic fangs glinting under klieg lights.A director barked into a headset. "Action!"A truck flipped, screeching on cables. A blonde actress spilled out, naked and screaming. From the rafters, a man in denim descended, Gatling gun roaring blanks. Extras dropped, melodramatic, as he scooped her up. Their kiss was all teeth, a parody of passion."Cut!" The director rubbed his temples.Complaints about the heat erupted - especially from the actress, who snatched a robe and cursed the air conditioner's death."Lycidas, could you try to use your tounge this time?" the director shouted.The cowboy - Lycidas - flashed a grin, all wolf
Lucas' POVThe girl looked nervous as I hauled her into the Mediland's golden throat. The mall's fluorescence carved the girl into something spectral. She hovered between racks of silk and chiffon, fingers brushing fabric like she expected it to bite. The salesgirls' laughter hung sharp in the air - hyenas circling a limping doe.To my surprise, my hearing was back. I could clearly hear what they were mumbling behind the racks. "Look at her. Poor little rat. How could someone like her end up with Alpha Lucas?" a girl whispered."Gold digger. Social climber. Boot licker...""And cock sucker!"They giggled.I silently sighed and ignored them.I looked at the girl. She looked overwhelmed. I knew she must have heard what they'd said. She lowered her head and stood there, looking lost.I walked to her."Pick something," I said."I don't need anything..." the girl looked horrified at the price tags. "Could
Lucas' POVThe girl's boots dragged against the restaurant's marble steps, scuffing gloss into dust. Her coat hung loose, threadbare at the elbows—a thrift-store relic in a kingdom of gold trim and crystal. I didn't blame the hostess for curling her lip.This is the human quarter of Mediland. A high-end steakhouse in the human world is supposed to be stunk of judgment."No reservations?"The hostess flicked her gaze over the girl's messy cropped hair, the grease and blood clots crusted on her hem. Her voice was polished ice. "We're full. Try the soup kitchen down the block."The girl didn't flinch. Just stared at the chandelier, jaw working like she was chewing the light itself. I leaned against the podium, leather gloves creaking. "Tell Danny I'm here.""The manager?" A laugh, sharp as broken stemware. "I'm sorry, Sir. You look like a decent gentleman, but he doesn't entertain strays."Then the doors swung open, and the scent hit me -
Leah's POVThe moment I crossed Alpha Finn’s threshold, his pets slithered in behind me. Annet and Donna - branded vipers with just enough leash to sink fangs into weaker girls.The door clicked like a trapspring. I kept scrubbing, gouging filth from floorboards until my knuckles split. Soapwater turned pink. They circled, lacquered claws glinting. Donna’s stiletto cracked across my hand."Lookit this guttermouse playing vixen," Annet crooned. "Sneaking into Alpha Lucas' chambers all night - think we're blind?" "Maybe she's graduated to bootlicker," Donna trilled. Her heel ground deeper. "C'mon, whore. Demonstrate your special talents." Blood bloomed beneath her stiletto. I bit through my lip - iron tang kept the scream caged. "Cat got your tongue?" Annet's slap snapped my head sideways. "You yowled plenty for Lucas. Think Finn’ll enjoy hearing how you serviced his brother?" "Alpha Lucas wasn't—" "Liar!" The backhand left my ears ringing. I spat crimson, kept scouring wo
Lucas' POVThe girl's hands danced. Apron strings became a lover's knot at her waist. Eggs cracked one-handed, yolks bobbing like liquid suns. I watched, transfected, as she transformed slaughter into sacrament—French toast glazed in maple, coffee dark as a sinner's heart."How did you do it?" I gestured at the golden crust.She flipped a pancake. "Alpha Finn liked his girls versatile."The first bite dissolved on my tongue—cinnamon, nutmeg, vengeance."Why do you rub your neck like that?" the girl asked."I don't know. I slept on the couch and woke up like this..."Before I finished, she circled behind me, palms hovering above my neck."May I?""Well..." I mumbled.Her touch was wildfire. Knuckles pressed the base of my skull, thumbs working knots from muscle. I groaned."Quiet," she chided, but her fingers lingered. "You're worse than dogs."I lifted up my head and howled to the ceiling
Lucas' POVDim light bled through the cracks in the door, striping the girl's face as she scrambled backward, her boots kicking over jars of pickled things that rolled like severed heads. Her eyes were wild - a rabbit's stare, all whites and panic."Don't," I hissed, slamming the door shut behind us. The lock clicked, too loud.She lunged for a rusted shovel leaning against the wall. "Stay back!" The blade trembled in her grip, but her voice didn't. "Alpha Finn's already got me cleaning piss-pots. You think I'll let his whore add to the list?"The word stung, though it shouldn't have. I'd been called worse."I'm not here to hurt you," I said, edging closer. The room was a cage, shelves cluttered with burlap sacks and broken tools. A single bulb swung above, casting jagged shadows."Right. You dragged me in here to chat?" Her gaze dropped to my chest. "Take off your shirt. I want to see your branding."I froze. I didn't have any brandi
Lucas' POVThe following day brought no respite from the chaos swirling in my mind.More slaves were sent back by Finn. No one really knew what kind of shithole he pulled them out from and no one bothered to ask. The slaves were screaming and crying in at least 20 different languages. Soldiers were mad and barking at everything. Some knuckleheads got into a fight after drinking. No one tried to stop them, but everyone was naturally betting on who the winner was. Things went south and everyone lost, which led to more rows, more fist fights, and more bets. Besides, the Huffner Bridge was, again, paralyzed because some kids set it on fire by last night's fireworks. The Commisioner of Transportation and Domestic Affairs of the Court called in one after another and pressed me if I was intentionally sabotaging the connection between the Kingdom and Mediland, which was still "hanging on a thread". Then, more slaves came in, followed by more screaming, crying, and barking.
Lucas' POVLeo's work had been meticulous, his notes filled with promises of strength and clarity. If I could find him, if I could convince him to perform the procedure, maybe—just maybe—I could reclaim what I'd lost... The connection between me and my precious Leah.But how? Finn had control over everyone, including Leo. The thought of reaching out to him felt impossible, a bridge too far.Yet, the Moon Goddess' words echoed in my mind. What you already have. What did I have? Nothing, it seemed. Except for this gnawing determination to save Leah, to protect her no matter the cost.The next morning, I found myself drawn to the Grove, the section of Mediland where Finn's maids lived. It was an unusual impulse, one that surprised even me. As I approached the small house nestled among the trees, memories flickered at the edges of my consciousness—fragments of a life I couldn't quite grasp.Through the window, I spotted the girl I met