Leah's POVLucian stared at Clara with a cold stare and said, "Mind your words, Miss Farrow. There's a surveillance camera in this room. I know you're drunk, but you're threatening my guest in front of my face. The Royal Court will prosecute you for being disrespectful to the Lycans."Clara immediately flinched and mumbled, "Sorry, Your Highness... It's just that I know this woman. She's an Omega and she's a liar! She posted my video online to get attention! She's a shameless bit..."She couldn't continue her speech, because the look on my brother's face was frightening.I slapped her hand away from my face and said, "If I had wanted to get people's attention, I would have posted another video clip online. The part shows a policeman dragging you on the floor. You weren't wearing any pants. I only posted your gambling video online because I wanted to prove my innocence. I didn't steal your mother's jewelry. You did. Anyway, I'm done talking to you. Now it's the time for you to leave."
Leah's POV"Lucian, please, it's hard enough for Mr. Farrow to admit his sister's challenging mental condition in front of us. I guess it's wise to pardon her this time. And I'm sure there won't be another incident like this happening in the future," I said.I was, even though I hate to admit it, born and raised to be benevolent and kind. I noticed that Clara was mentally challenged when I met her for the first time. She bashed a hot burning kettle at me. I didn't really take it personally at that time.When I called Lucian affectionately by his name, referring to him and me as "us", Lucas' face turned even darker.Now that he had more confirmation that there was something going on between Lucian and me.He clenched his fists and stared at me.I knew there were thousands of words he wanted to say to me, but he just didn't have a chance."Alpha Lucas, may I ask why are you staring at Miss Lewyn like that?" Lucian asked. He obviously didn't like his sister being stared at by anyone."I'
Leah's POVWhen he spread my legs and wrapped my legs around his waist, I suddenly realized that he was literally going to take me into this dark, narrow back alley of the restaurant.The shadow of buildings consumed both of us and so did our desperation.No, this isn't happening. It's not fair. I can't be taken by my ex-husband like this. No matter how badly he wants and how hot he is.My last stray of dignity was evoked and I started to struggle against him, trying to push him away."Lucas, stop..." I begged. My voice was trembling with fear and uncertainty.He ignored my plea and leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a hot, passionate kiss. It seemed that he wanted to soothe me. I could feel his longing for me, but I couldn't give in.My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to resist the overwhelming desire to kiss him back. I wanted him, needed him, but I also knew that it was wrong."Lucas, don't..." I tried to push him again as his hands roamed over my body, tracing the
Leah's POV"I am Darren Swanson of the Eagle Tail Pack," Darren replied."And you know who I am?" Lucas asked."You're Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers Pack." Darren shrugged and said."I am Leah's husband," Lucas said in a warning voice."You're nothing but a loser, who was trying to harass a nice lady in broad daylight," Darren said.I looked up at Darren and said, "Darren, thanks for your concern. I'm just having a private conversation with my husband.""He was trying to hurt you, Leah," Darren said in a cold voice. He still held me tightly in his arms and refused to let go of me."And that's my problem. Let me deal with it." I looked at Darren and said in a calm voice.My heart was bleeding when I said those words because Darren looked hurt.He was hurt because he was trying to help me.At that time, I heard Jalin's voice, "Alpha! His Highness is here!"I looked up and saw Lucian striding into the alley, accompanied by his Beta Jalin and Lucas' BetaJorah.Lucian walked past Lucas,
Leah's POV"Jalin, prepare the divorce paperwork and send it to Flare Farrow." My brother said as he walked into the restaurant."Alpha, do you mean sending it to Alpha Lucas Farrow?" Jalin frowned.Lucian shook his head and said, "No. I mean Flare Farrow, Lucas' father. I'll let that old asshole deal with his deadbeat son.""Lucian, please don't do that. Lucas' father hates him more than anything in the world. He will kill Lucas if he finds out that his son is humiliated like this in public..." I whispered.My brother looked annoyed and said, "You're taking his side again, Leah. I didn't ask why you were outside with him because I respect your privacy. But I won't let him get away with insulting you and me at the same time.""But Lucian, I'm not taking his side. It's just... It took great courage and honesty to stand up against a Lycan Prince and speak up his mind. He was humiliated at the Derby party the other day and now he's humiliated again. Please don't blow this whole thing out
Leah's POVThe next morning, I woke up early to attend a morning briefing with Gean Lee.I asked Mr. Carson to set up our breakfast in the garden.As I walked into the garden, I saw a young man standing next to the table."Good morning, Miss Leah. My name is Gean Lee. I came here for the morning briefing. It's such an honor to meet you in person." He spoke in a velvety voice with an exotic oriental accent. It was like a mixture of accents. I really couldn't tell where he came from.Like what I had imagined in my mind, he looked tall and lean. He stood with a commanding presence. It was clear that he had served in the army. His physique bore a testament to the discipline and dedication required of soldiers."Glad to meet you, Mr. Gean Lee!" I said and shook his hands.Unlike his well-groomed face, his hands were coarse.My brother said Gean had experience with rogues. He must have been through a lot.As we were having breakfast together later on, the gentle morning breeze stroked past t
Leah's POV"We have collected some information about Miss Clara Farrow," Gean said. "It turned out that she does have a below-average IQ and used to struggle with all her academic subjects at school. She is also diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It may lead to a series of symptoms, including extreme happiness and irritability at the same time, poor concentration and judgment, paranoia, as well as setting unrealistic goals."Then, he took a pause and said, "Apparently, this wasn't the first time she got into trouble because of stealing. She has been arrested multiple times for misdemeanors like shoplifting, joyriding, vandalizing, and trying to set a garden shed on fire.""A garden shed?""Yes, with explosive chemicals, fertilizer, and compost inside. If that plan went well, the whole house would be ruined by a blast which is equal to a small-scale hydrogen bomb.""And the police label this as 'misdemeanor'?" I raised my eyebrows."She was only five at that time. So...""A bipolar she-wo
Lucas' POV"Alpha, we've got a situation here..."Jorah's voice was intentionally suppressed when he greeted me. He only talked to me in that voice when he messed up something.I fell to the chair, all deflated and worn out, loosening my tie a bit.I need to change for a new tie. Probably a new Beta. I thought to myself, looking at the obviously panicked young man standing in front of me. Jorah was qualified for his job in every way, but there was just something about this guy. He was driving me mad in a very subtle way and I wasn't even sure what the heck was wrong with this guy.I guessed it had something to do with his standing posture. He always looked painfully miserable when he was around me as if he was suffering from a chronic ulcer in his stomach. Neither he nor I could do anything about it to end his misery because we both knew I was that damn chronic ulcer.If only Basil was still alive! When Basil was my Beta, I led the army and conquered the whole north. Together, we built
Leah's POVI nodded, keeping my face smooth, blank - a perfect little mirror for the director's pride. Inside, my blood roared. These bastards had turned on Liam's father the second his body was cold, carved up his legacy, and handed it to Al Cosa on a silver platter. Everything Liam should've had—stolen. But I kept my claws sheathed, my fangs hidden. Not yet.Dinner came next, the shift announced by a waiter's clipped voice. I'd spent the earlier hours letting the deputy mayor fleece me at cards, folding my hands with a shy smile while his stack of chips grew. By the time we sat down to eat, he was rosy-cheeked and beaming, drunk on victory and wine. He clapped a meaty hand on my shoulder, his breath sour. "Leah, you've got to come to the seafood charity dinner next weekend. Big fundraiser for the Pier 16 Free Trade Zone. It'll be a hell of a show."I smiled, soft and apologetic. "I'd love to, but I'm flying to California next week. My company's got an ev
Leah's POVHours bled into each other. The party grew loud, sloppy. I slipped away to the pool terrace, heels dangling from my fingers, the night air sticky with salt and regret. The water shimmered like broken glass.Josephine used to fling herself into a pool to play damsel on my wedding night to get Lucas' attention. And that happened like in my my last life. And Darren - my shadow, my sword, the man who'd bled for me in alleys and ballrooms alike. Where was he now? Dead, surely. He'd have torn the slave market apart otherwise.The champagne bubbled bitter on my tongue. A tear fell - weakness - but the night hid it."Mrs. Winters." The deputy police chief staggered over, tie undone. "You're missing the fun.""I was just admiring the view," I lied. "I was just thinking to myself, you must be very good at your job. So young for a deputy chief."His chest puffed. "Beginner's luck.""Luck favors the bold," I said, leaning clos
Finn's POVI let him paw at me, a doll in his grip, his anxious eyes boring into me. It stirred something - anger, maybe, or worse, something soft I couldn't stomach. I shoved him back, sharp and sudden. "I'm fine," I snarled, turning to walk away.The flowers hit the ground behind me, petals scattering like spilled guts."Pick them up," I ordered, my tone cold.He immediately obeyed, bending down to gather the mess, his muscles flexing beneath the suit. I watched him, my mind a battlefield of desire and disgust. He was mine, bought and owned, yet with every touch, every glance, I felt like I was the one being claimed.I stepped on his back. Hard.Kairo scrambled on all fours before me, fingers trembling as they snatched at scattered petals - crimson on stone, like the blood already smearing his split lip. His haste amused me. The way his breath hitched, the way his shoulders tensed when my shadow fell over him.I let him hope for a s
Finn's POVI hated clinics. It stank of antiseptic and rotting blood, a paradox that clung to my tongue like acid eating through rot. Dr. Jafar's shadow pooled beneath the flickering fluorescents as he blocked the hallway - a vulture in a stained lab coat, wings spread to guard carrion."His lungs collapse twice daily now," the doctor said, teeth yellow as old piano keys. "The machines breathe for him. You understand? No more speeches about sensative topics here."I stared at him with a blank face. "Move."The ward beyond was a cathedral of dying. Monitors chirped hymns. Tubes coiled like sacred serpents around my brother's skeletal frame. Lucas' chest rose in mechanical spasms - a marionette jerked by invisible strings. I'd seen livelier corpses in the slave pits.His hand felt paper-thin when I took it, veins mapping failures under cold skin. "Brother," I said, savoring the word's rancid sweetness.Eyelids peeled back like fresh wounds. Re
Finn's POVThe dungeon stank of piss and rot, the air so thick I could taste it - bitter, sour, like the inside of a grave. A slash of crimson moonlight cut through the wall, spilling over the stone like blood from a fresh wound. My scars itched, a map of every bastard who'd torn me open and left me hollow. I needed it tonight, that sharp, searing proof I wasn't just a ghost rattling in this fucked-up shell.He was there, the slave, strung up like some beast, chains gnashing at his wrists and throat. Wolf poison hissed on his skin, blistering it raw, but he didn’t flinch. Those eyes - wild, molten - locked on me, burning with a love so desperate it could choke us both. He lunged as I got close, chains screaming, his voice a ragged snarl. "Alpha!"I saw his skin searing as it touched the chain.I tilted my head to look at the guard standing next to me.He panicked and said, "Sorry, Alpha! He has broken so many chains... We have to dip th
Leah's POVLater, they dragged me to the monitoring room, a sterile cage of flickering screens and stale air. The video looped endlessly - Antonio's fall, a silent plunge into the dark sea, over and over like a sick ritual. I sat there, wrapped in a scratchy blanket, shivering for show, while Al Cosa perched across from me, an old vulture hunched over his prey. His eyes, sharp and unblinking, devoured the footage, and not a flicker of pain crossed that wrinkled mask. Ruthless bastard, I thought, savoring his son's last moments like a fine cigar, no tears, no cracks. Just cold, hard control.Johnny, his slick consigliere, loomed nearby, arms crossed, voice smooth as oil."Mrs. Winters," he said, "I've no intention of detaining you here. But as the sole witness before Tony's fall, you've got an obligation to tell me the truth. What happened?"I shrank into the blanket, letting my hands tremble, my breath hitch."He took me to the balcony," I mumbled,
Leah's POVThe limousine door hissed open, releasing me into a hurricane of camera flashes. Miami's salt-rotten breeze tangled with the stench of money and gardenias as I stepped onto the crimson carpet, Rafael Laflamme's final creation clinging to my thighs like a lover's last breath. The dress was a funeral shroud in reverse - black silk devoured by blood-red crystals, cut low enough to make the paparazzi forget their own names. Four tall, dark male models flanked me, their hollow-cheeked perfection a living barricade. I'd chosen them for their vacant eyes. Men who looked at nothing saw nothing.Whispers followed like gnats. Who is she? I smiled behind the lace mask, its spiderweb patterns itching my scars. Let them wonder. Let them choke on their own curiosity.The ballroom swallowed us whole, chandeliers dripping light onto a thousand masks - feathers, gold leaf, animal snarls. I tasted champagne on the air, acidic and false. The first waltz began i
Leah's POVThe realtor's office smelled like desperation and vanilla-scented bleach. Floor-to-ceiling windows glared with Miami's midday sun, bouncing off marble floors so polished I could see the exact moment the man behind the desk decided we weren't worth his time. His name tag read Bradley Kensington III, which explained the smugness oozing from his salmon-colored tie.Seth shuffled in behind me, wearing a T-shirt that said "I Paused My Game To Be Here" and cargo shorts with more pockets than sense. I wore Liam's shirt and pants that were obviously oversized. We looked like two raccoons who'd fought a lawnmower and lost.Bradley didn't stand. Just swiveled his chair, lips curling like he'd caught a whiff of dumpster juice. "Walk-ins before noon require an appointment," he drawled, examining his manicure. "But I suppose I can pencil you in for a studio apartment tour next Tuesday. Cash-only, of course."Seth snorted. "Dude, we're here to buy a
Leah's POVThe fluorescent buzz of the internet cafe felt like a swarm of gnats in my skull. I'd chosen this place for its stench of burnt coffee and desperation - the kind of hole where men hunched over screens, their dreams pickled in porn and energy drinks. The clerk at the counter was all greasy hair and nicotine fingers, his eyes widening when I leaned over, my shadow swallowing the glow of his monitor."Where's your boss?" I asked, letting my voice fray at the edges, a threadbare thing.He blinked, throat working. "Who're you? What d'you want with him?"I smiled, all teeth. "Tell him I’m pregnant with his child."The lie tasted like rust. The clerk's face went slack, a fish gasping on a dock. He bolted, chair screeching, toward a door marked STAFF ONLY. I followed, silent as a blade, my boots sinking into carpet sticky with spilled soda. The basement door swung open ahead, and a man's roar clawed up the stairs -