Dargan Hellson isn’t your average rogue alpha. He’s sarcastic. Cynical. Can’t be serious about anything, not even to save his life--- And those are his good qualities. Anyone who’s ever been on his bad side has yet to live to talk about it. He’s powerful, merciless, and ruthless against anyone who crosses him. But when faced with execution his only way to escape death is to strike a deal with the Council of Elders. And become Alpha of The Tartarus Pack. What will happen when he takes the reins of a pack that everyone has deemed as a lost cause? What will happen, when he meets the alpha’s wolf-less sister? What will he feel when meeting the alpha’s rejected mate? And what will he do, when his enemies come from him? When his past comes back to haunt him? Well, sit back. And I’ll tell you all about it… WARNING: Contains mature sex scenes with multiple partners…
Voir plusAsh’s POVHer scent was the first thing that hit me, and I had to stifle a groan when my wolf instantly stood to attention. Her scent was the sweetest thing I’d ever smelled, and it called to me not only on a primal level, but it called to me as a man!Rhea Holliday!Named after a goddess, I well understood why! She was beautiful, with raven black hair and a long slender body, that was made for strength and power. Her beautiful green eyes were almost neon in color and if she had an alter, I would happily worship at it…But I couldn’t!Crushing the lust that made my dick swell uncomfortably in my jeans, I picked
Ash's POVI gritted my teeth as bitterness tainted my tongue and I spat at his corpse. I hated the son of a bitch and I hoped he fucking suffered in hell! His body was just as badly burned as his son's. The stench of death, ash, and burned meat filled the air. The glow of the wood looked ominous in the dark---But the warmth was comfortable…Strange to think that at an execution site, I thought to myself and dug my thumbs into my jeans’ pockets. What I really wanted to do was to go over there and desecrate their burial site. To tear them apart and piss all over them. Hell, I’d even take a shit on them, if only to make me feel something.But I didn’t feel anything…They were already dead and, n
Ash’s POVI stood there, watching as the last of the flames licked at the charred remains of what once had been my daughter’s killer. The blackened body was unrecognizable, but if you looked hard enough, you could still see the fear and pain in his eyes as the flames bit into his flesh.I should be happy…I should be celebrating that I’d gotten my revenge.I should be relieved, knowing I brought my daughter’s murderer to justice.But I didn’t…All I felt was---Empty!
Dargan’s POV“MINE!”The word felt so natural as it left my lips. Ashley complemented me perfectly and was my equal in every way. Gaia was my complete opposite and rounded all the hard edges of my personality. It truly was a battle of “birds of a feather, play together” vs “opposite attract”.Yet it wasn’t a battle at all…This was perfect.I pulled out of Ashley and carried them one at a time. I got them into the shower and helped clean them both. Any excuse to be touching them. Any excuse to run my nose along their skin and scent my puppies growing inside of them.
Ashley’s and Gaia’s POV“Are you close, Sweetheart?” Dargan asked in a husky voice, making Ashley’s body tremble with desire.“Oh goddess,” She moaned out loud, thrusting her hips a little upwards, giving her mate more of her pussy. “Yes! Yes! Baby, I’m so-so close! Oh goddess! Don’t stop!”Without thinking she reached out and grabbed the blond hair that was falling across her thighs, pushing more of her mate’s face into her pussy. Gaia moaned at the dominant hold, sucking her on clit even harder, making Ashley throw her head back in sheer ecstasy.Gaia was on her knees on the edge of the bed, with their mate’s cock in her dripping wet pussy. Ashley was on the bed, wining and moaning as Gaia licked her from opening to clit, sucking up every drop of her sex-juices. Both of them were moaning and panting, all shyness from that morning gone…Dargan had been in a playful mood that morning, urging her to tell him what to do with them. He and their omega.Their mate!The need in his voice –
Dargan’s POVI walked down the hall of the nursing home, smiling at the few nurses and helpers who greeted me. I ignored the appreciative looks I got and ignored how my wolf wanted to growl at the female attention. He had his mates and didn’t really care for any other females than them…I scribbled my name down on the visitors’ form and then headed to room 313. Knocking, I waited until I heard the click of the lock and a familiar scent wrapped around me. One, that always made my wolf wag his tail, sadly from side to side, knowing she’d never really see…Me…“Oh, Darian my sweet boy,” Ann Darby greeted me the way she always did when I visited her. She looked up at me, her eyes gleamed and a wide smile spread across her face, revealing that her true age wasn’t much old than that of a middle-aged woman. Her eyes still sparkling and full of life, and her skin was still smooth and soft.Only her hair – gay and white – spoke of
Dargan’s POVA fit of rage…Such small words yet their impact was devastating. It could break hearts, spirits, and even people. Leaving behind a destruction not even Pompey could match. It resulted in blood and tears. Broken and damaged souls. It was the root of sin, of evil, and of death...A fit of rage…That’s what had driven my father to do the things he’d done!I didn’t know for sure, but I guessed that on his deathbed that my grandfather – or father?! Fuck, I cared at this point – had confessed to what he’d done. Told Alpha Raymond about the facilities and about the females they kept there.About the pups they created…I’d liked to think that he felt regret for what he’d done, but--- yeah, I’m pretty sure that he just wanted to get out of hell…But anyway, my father had looked into it and found out that it was all true.I wasn’t his son – I was his younger brother.
Dargan's POVNo!He couldn’t!She was his mate!Mates were supposed to be treasured!Protected!He couldn’t---!“You can’t---” I quickly defended her, but he cut me off, shaking me as if I was a ragdoll.“And you?” he snarled, struggling to stand only to crash back down. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you, ha? I need an heir, not a fucking brother to compete with!”He growled, shaking his head as he hid them in his hands. The agonizing sound of pain and despair made my heart shudder in my chest. I wanted to reach out and comfort him but was scared to. I’d never seen him like this. In so much pain and agony. And yet---He looked ready to kill!I was scared…Really, really scared…!He suddenly paused, as if he’d just been stuck with the most brilliant idea. Chuckling darkly, his attention returned to me and I realized somethi
15 years ago…Dragan’s POVI gaped in horror as I watched the knife come down…Again!And again!She stabbed him more times than I cared to count. I watched as she stabbed him in the back over and over again. She wasn’t strong enough to make the cuts deep, but I see it was hurting him – badly!My mother…I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know mates could hurt each other, but--- I’d just seen my father fucking a slut.Deliberately hurting his mate…!And now---I was watching my mother killed my father!He fell flat on his face and my mother finally stopped attacking him. She stumbled a little, dropping the knife in the process. But she quickly regained her composure and did a quick perimeter scan. She didn’t see me and with one hand clutching her chest, she ran toward the packhouse.Without thinking I jumped down from the rock I’d been lying on
Dargan’s POVYou know your life is a clusterfuck, when you prefer a quiet cell to the people standing outside of it, offering me a way to escape execution.My crime?Or would that be “crimes”, considering I’ve been charged with several murders?Well, fuck me if I know… First, I allegedly killed my father. Because what kind of son, doesn’t want to kill his father from time to time?Especially in a fit of rage…That’s what they’re saying at least.That we had an argument and I killed him in a fit of rage.Sure…It had nothing to do with the fact that I walked in on my mother crying and screaming in pain. Barely able to breathe. Despite being just 14 at the time I knew exactly what it meant.My father was fucking another bitch.I knew he wasn’t a saint, but I’d always loved and looked up to my father. He was a good man and an even better alpha. He was the one who preached to me about the sanctity of a mate bond. How precious a mate was and how to treat them with kindness, respect, and l...
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