Leah's POV I raised my head and saw Lucas standing in front of me. "Why are you here?" I wiped my mouth and turned my head away from him. "You're supposed to rest in bed." "My wife is abducted by an old motherfucker in a sex dungeon and I am supposed to be lying in bed and hoping for the best?" Lucas pulled me closer to him and checked me from head to toe. "I'm fine, totally unharmed," I said. "I'm just horrified by what that man has done to other disprivileged girls. I mean, the level of crime is appalling. I mean, all those girls... They were alone at the darkest moments of their lives..." I couldn't finish my words because of the bitterness in my mouth. Lucas held me tightly against his chest and wrapped his arms around my head. "There's a big wild bad world out there, Leah. People were born inherently vice." He said while kissing my hair gently. I knew he was trying to use his body to shield the big bad outside world from me. The next thing I knew was that I was choking on
Leah's POV "No, Lucas, please don't... Don't do it here..." I tried to push him away in vain. "What? You don't like it when your little boyfriend is around? Do you want to ask him to join us? Does that turn you on?" Lucas asked. I was still under the influence of last night's hangover. My head was so painful that I couldn't even concentrate on whatever Lucas was doing. I desperately shook my head and said in a low voice, "No... Make it stop..." "I will stop when I get what I want," Lucas said as he removed my clothes. Our lips met in an intense kiss, which I did my best to avoid. I couldn't believe it. After all these years and what he had done to me, I still couldn't resist his sexual appeal. He explored my mouth, and our bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. I was sure that I wasn't coerced, yet everything about what we were doing felt so right and wrong at the same time. As Lucas' hands roamed over the curves of my body, I moaned softly in pleasure. That's what I'v
Leah's POV "Can you hear me, Leah?" I heard a voice in oblivion. I felt that my breast was pressed by a giant pair of hands. I wanted to inhale some air, but my mouth was sealed by something soft and tender. Someone was doing CPR on me?! Where am I? I used my effort to push the man away from me. "Leah, you're awake!" I opened my eyes and saw the blurry image of Darren. He was soaking wet. His hair, normally styled with precision, was now wild and tousled as if the winds and waves had taken it upon themselves to reshape it. The man's clothes clung to his body, soaked through with salt water, and he shivered despite the warmth of the morning sun. But I knew it was not the cold that had caused him to tremble - it was the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. "What happened? Where am I? Did you save me again?" I shoot out a string of questions before I coughed out the remaining salty fluid in my lungs. I felt that I was about to cough my entire lungs out. "We've been looki
Leah's POV As the sun rises over the rolling hills, a gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers and salty sea water through the air. The sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking filled the tranquil atmosphere of the small port village on the continental side of the bay, where life seemed to move at a slower pace. Darren parked his bike on the side of the road, and waved at a boy who was staring at us curiously at a distance. "Come here." Darren prompted him. The boy hesitated and shifted back a bit. "You can touch my bike if you want." Darren winked at him and smiled. The boy ran forward and stretched out his tiny hand, stroking the leather surface of the bike. "Can you keep an eye on my bike? I'll go to the island and come back later," Darren said. The boy stared at Darren with a frown. Then, he turned his head toward me, stretching out his arms. "Do you want a hug from me?" I melted. The boy tiptoed to stretch out his arms toward me even higher. I chuckle
Leah's POV "It's the jury's call," I said. "He has murdered more than 300 girls. I don't think they will ever exile him." "So... are they going to sentence him to death?" Uma asked. "There's a possibility," I said. "Do you know where her body is?" Uma asked. I shook my head and said, "Not really. He cremated the bodies. But we can still put him on trial because he kept a catalog of all the girls he had killed." "Catalog? You mean he killed my daughter and he kept her picture, so he can take it out and look at it anytime he likes, so he can kill her again in his fucking twisted mind?!" Uma raised her voice and smashed the teacup on the table. Finally, she let it out. "He's a sick old bastard, Uma. He will rot in hell." I held Uma's hands and said. "I don't know anything about the world after death, Miss Lewyn. The only thing I care about is this life." Uma said. Then, she suddenly grabbed my hand and said, "Miss Lewyn, you must have known someone. Can you pull some strings to
Leah's POV "Chief, he's from the Eagle Tail Pack. They are the most powerful pack in the South. We can't mess up with them. Alph Dire would be mad at us." A soldier pulled the sleeves of the head soldier and said in a quiet voice. The head soldier thought for a while, looking at Darren, and said, "You can keep your car, kid. But do not show up again on Mediland again." "Or what?" Darren tilted his head and asked. The head soldier was about to walk away, but he stopped and turned toward Darren. Just when I thought the head soldier was about to jump at Darren and start a fight, a deep, velvet voice appeared from outside - "Dylan! I haven't seen you for a really long time!" A tall, muscular young man walked into the room. His tanned skin gleamed with sweat and his muscles bulged with a powerful force to be reckoned with. He was wearing a rugged black T-shirt with the logo of a running dog. On the back of his shirt, I saw a line of printed words - "Grey Hound Delivery". "What's u
Leah's POV "Are you sure you want to go inside, officer? It's dead fish inside and it smells awful." It's Damian's voice. "Open the door, kid. Don't make me tear your car apart." The voice said. "Sure, right away, officer." Damian started unlocking the door. Just when the last bolt lock was unlocked, I heard a loud scream in the distance. "She's here! We've found the assassin! All units! Come here right now!" A voice shouted. All the soldiers started to run in the same direction. Damian jumped into the driver's seat. The van shot out like a spring, running over the barricades on the road. I had to pull the door back before all the baskets of oysters fell off the van. Darren peaked from the gap in the curtain and I could tell his pupils dilate. "What's going on?" I frowned and asked. "Nothing," Darren said. He quickly stood up and took out his bike from the corner of the van. "What are you doing?" I asked. I had a really bad feeling about what he was going to do. "Sorry, Lea
Leah's POV I opened my eyes and saw Finn walking away from me. Looking at his back, I felt that my heart was shuttered into thousands of pieces. I wanted to call him back, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. I curled up and started to cough, gliding down to the floor. Jalin came in and found me curling on the floor. He rushed forward and held me up. "My Goddess, Leah. You're burning like a stove. What happened?" Jalin said. I didn't say anything but pressed my face against Jalin's chest, starting to cry out. "What the fuck are you looking at, Farrow?! Call Dr. Monk!" Jalin shouted. That was the last thing I heard when I passed out into oblivion. Jalin's POV "What happened to Leah?!" Lucian's voice was so loud that I didn't even have to put him on the speaker. "She's fine. She caught a bad cold and there was some remaining fluid in her chest. It triggered mild pneumonia..." I said. "Pneumonia?! Is she dying?!" Lucian shouted. I love Lycans. They're so adorable. T
Lucian's POV“I am here to express our condolences to Your Highness on His Majesty’s passing…"“We are deeply sorry…"Their voices blurred and faded to a distant echo in my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything. The only thing consuming my thoughts was Leah.Where is she now? If Lucas’s plan had succeeded, she would be with Darren, fleeing to the north.The plan involved enhanced Darren killing Mick and secretly sending Leah to the north. Publicly, we’d claim that Leah, grief-stricken by my father’s death, had taken her own life. In this way, I’d eliminate Mick and seize the throne simultaneously.When Lucas first proposed the plan, I thought he was mad. No one had ever schemed like this before. No one had ever dared to deceive the Moon Goddess. Since yesterday, a troubling unease had crept over me. I didn’t like it one bit. It was the same bitter taste I’d fe
Darren's POVJosephine's stern gaze pierced through me. I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of the decision I had to make. The life of Leah's unborn baby was in my hands. If I gave the go-ahead, the baby wouldn't survive, and Leah would never forgive me. But if I didn't, Leah would die.“Continue,” I instructed the doctor, my voice steady.“Are you sure...?” he questioned, hesitant.Josephine covered her mouth to stifle a scream. “Do it. Now,” I repeated firmly."I can't watch this," Josephine said, her voice breaking as she stormed out of the room.I was left alone to face the grim reality. Dr. Jafar bent back over Leah, resuming the delicate operation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally removed the last fragment and collapsed into a chair, utterly spent."Is she going to be okay?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice."She's in critical condition. I’ve done everything I can. The
Darren's POV"What's happening...? What the hell?!" Josephine gasped, her eyes widening as she saw Leah cradled in my arms."Leah's in danger. We need a doctor," I murmured, laying Leah gently on the sofa."If you need a doctor, you’ll have to go to a clinic! Not to me!" Josephine snapped."I can't take her there. There are soldiers everywhere," I replied urgently. "She's dying, Jo. The blood won't stop."Josephine's face twisted with hysteria. "What do you expect me to do? We can't help her! Didn't you see those soldiers on the street? They're hunting for her! If they find her, we're both dead!"Ignoring her, I tore through the linen closet, grabbing anything that could help staunch Leah's wound. Josephine tried to pull me back."Darren! Are you listening to me?!""I hear you, Jo," I said softly, but firmly. "But I have to save Leah. She took a bullet meant for me. If it weren’t for her, I’d be the one bleeding out."
Leah's POV"What's the hurry?" A voice echoed from the doorway.Mick Toussaint?!What on earth was he doing here?"Ah, we've crossed paths again, Miss Lewyn." Mick's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes narrowing with intent. "Allow me to introduce you to my Luna and wife. I assure you, this reunion will be nothing short of spectacular."Clara's face materialized next to his.It was as though my worst nightmare had clawed its way into reality. They stood together, each an abomination that had finally found its twisted match."Leah, you conniving wench! At last!" Her lips curled into a cold, vindictive smirk as she slammed the door shut. "We're going to have such a delightful time.""Get out of my room!" I shouted, desperation hitching my voice. My legs were numb, unwilling to obey, while I knew exactly what this deranged pair had in mind."You look like one of the Swanson boys." Clara purred, flicking her gaze to Darren. "The Swansons have always been so... delectable. Care to join us?"D
Leah's POVI reached for the phone on my nightstand and dialed Darren's number. It rang for a while before going to voicemail. I paused, formulating my thoughts, then said, "Darren, it's me..."Suddenly, the phone was answered. "Leah?" Darren's voice sounded shaky."Yes, Darren. It's me."He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness. Where have you been? I was so worried...""What's going
Leah's POVWhen I woke up, I was enveloped in warmth. Blinking against the light, I realized Lucas was holding me from behind. I cherished moments like this, moments that never happened when we were married. My head still felt foggy, and the tubes in my arms itched, making me impulsively pull them out. The machine beside me erupted in beeps, and a flustered nurse rushed in, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Lucas sprang off the bed."I'm sorry, Sir. You can't be in here," she insisted, staring at him."I just want to be with my wife," Lucas shrugged,
Leah's POVI lowered my head and saw black blood trickling down my face, dripping onto the floor. I tried to stand, but my limbs felt leaden, and my head was growing heavy."What... what have you done?!" I screamed, struggling to rise, only to collapse back onto the cold ground."It's wolfsbane, Leah..." the old king hacked, black blood spewing from his mouth as he smirked wickedly. "I hid it in my nails...""Father!" Lucian shifted rapidly into his human form, rushing forwa
Leah's POVI didn't answer his question."What have I done to make you hate me so much, Leah?" he murmured. "All I've ever done is follow the Moon Goddess's will and protect you.""You learned from the Moon Goddess that I was the chosen one, destined to bring an end to your reign. But the only person you care about in this world is your son, Lucian! So you encouraged me to marry Lucas to send me away. Every misfortune in my life was orchestrated by you. You sacrificed my Batair for your sick enhancement project. You want to sacrifice me, just like you sacr
Leah's POVMy father’s bedroom was located on the top floor of the castle, offering a commanding view of the entire Court. I had never been summoned to his bedroom before, but I once sneaked in when I was little. To my astonishment, it was relatively small. Mr. Carson found me there. He scooped me up in his arms and gently admonished me for wandering into such a restricted area."Why is Father’s bedroom so small?" I asked curiously.Mr. Carson replied, "A Lycan King never sleeps well in giant rooms."At the time, I didn't understand what he meant, but now, I began to grasp his meaning.My father sat upright in his bed, supported by a pile of pillows. The air in the room was thick with the grim scent of decay, a telltale sign of the cancer that had relentlessly gnawed away at his once-powerful body. It pained me deeply to see my father, a man who had once exuded immense strength and unshakable will, now lying frail against the pillows. His hair had turned a ghostly grey, with thin, wis