Louisa's POV"But... It's still breathing! We should call someone for help!" I struggled and wanted to look back, but Lucas wouldn't let me. I couldn't see anything, because my head was covered by the hood."It's dying and it's suffering. It showed up at the wrong place, wrong time." Lucas' voice was detached.Then, I heard a muffled bash sound, like some heavy object hitting someone's bones.Desperately, I struggled to look back.With a quick and sharp whimper, the wolf closed its eyes and stopped struggling.Paul, the driver, was standing next to the wolf, with a big baseball bat in his hands.Blood was dripping down from the bat."Did he... Did he just kill the wolf?!" I was completely horrified.Lucas pulled me back and lifted me in his arms like a doll, walking off the scene as soon as possible."He... He killed that wolf! Why did he do that?! It was a majestic animal! It was still alive! He killed it!" I kept looking back and struggled in Lucas' arms.Lucas didn't say anything a
Louisa's POVIt had been two days since I was dumped by Lucas in that hellish Japanese restaurant.I hadn't seen him anywhere on campus.Leah and Jackie were with me all the time, but neither of them told me anything about Lucas' whereabouts. They looked very worried, but of course, they refused to tell me why.I ran into Leo once. He didn't look very happy to see me. I asked him about Lucas. He just shook his head and walked away without saying anything. The look on his face was as if he was seeing a plague.All of a sudden, Lucas evaporated from my life. I wondered if he transferred to another school or something. If that were the case, it would be wonderful. I would be much happier without him meddling in my life.At least that was what I was thinking at that time.Since I couldn't get any well-paid part-time job, I had to settle for an ordinary job in a hardware store at the back of a shopping mall. It was perfect for me because I could work for five hours there after school and t
Louisa's POVShocked and degraded, I looked up at Lucas. He had a ghost of a smile lurking around his lips as if he was enjoying some twisted, fucked-up private jokes.I couldn't believe that he looked amused at the expense of my misery!I pushed Lucas away and said to Ahmed, "Don't listen to him! I'm not his girlfriend!"Poor Ahmed, who still wasn't able to make sense of everything, looked at me and said, "So... You mean the rest of what he said is true? You... caused... all this?"I couldn't control my anger and let it all out on Lucas."You... You! You showed up! And that fucking wolf showed up! You and that fucking wolf! You fucked up my mind! You screwed my life! It's all because of you!"My brain wasn't screening what was actually coming out of my mouth, which must have scared the shit out of Ahmed.He said, "Louisa, please drop the hammer in your hand or I'll have to call the police."I looked down and saw there was a hammer in my hand.When did I pick up the hammer? I didn't k
Louisa's POVLying on a giant, super comfortable bed in a super spacious bedroom, I felt that I was floating in an ocean of cotton. This whole room smelt like lavender and pine, which made me relaxed and dozy.The bedroom door wasn't closed, so I could hear the conversation between the doctor and Lucas."Young Master Farrow, Sir, I would like to inform you that Miss Louisa Reid is suffering from a minor cold and anxiety attack. I suggest drinking more fluid and resting in bed. I'll prescribe some herbal tea, which has a soothing effect to relieve her anxiety, and some nutritional pills for a daily supplement, which improves her general immune system. You need to find ways to make her happy because nothing beats distress faster than a positive mood.""Tell me, Seb. Can she do some exercise? You know, sometimes it helps to sweat it out." Lucas' voice sounded very cheeky.What a shameless bastard! I thought to myself. I'm sick and all he thinks about is permission to get into my pants!"
Louisa's POVI immediately regretted it after I said it. I shouldn't have mentioned anything that risked turning him on in bed.Why did I even bother asking? He must have already slept with all the women in this entire city."I didn't fuck her if that was what you were talking about." Lucas shrugged."Where were you on that day?" I looked up at him and asked."I'm a very busy man. I've got piles of work to do. Fucking around is just a way to release my pressure. That's why I need a personal assistant.""So you can have more time to fuck around?""So I can have less pressure from work. So I don't need to fuck around."From a tiny, underused part of my brain - probably the part where all my insanity dwelled - came a thought: He might stop fucking other women because of you.No fucking way! I immediately dismissed this thought.I mean, look at this guy. He's a fucking hedonist through and through, a stud, an everlasting sensual pleasure-generating machine. I wouldn't believe a word of wh
Louisa's POVTwo weeks have passed since Lucas cast me away from his house.I was busy preparing for the mid-term exam by hiding either in the library or the lab.I came across Lucas a couple of times from a distance. He was either driving his Porsche with other girls or fucking girls in unexpected places, like female lavatories or the last shelf in a library.Whenever I saw him or detected his signature cologne in the air, I just turned my head away and ran as fast as I could like a little rat, hoping that he didn't see me.But whenever I ran away from him, I almost always secretly hoped that a pair of hands would grab my arms from behind. And then I could hear his hot, dark, melted fudge voice -"Where do you think you're going? Come back."Well, that wild fantasy never happened.About my part-time job project, since I lost my job at the hardware store, I had to work double shifts in the 24-hour waffle house.The early-night shift was a bit nightmarish. The whole place was on fire,
Louisa's POVWhen I went home, I rushed into the stable. All the lights were on inside the stable and there were police officers everywhere.My dad was talking to an officer while my mom was standing next to him, wiping tears off her cheeks.As soon as my mom saw me, she wailed and hugged me into her arms."Mom, where's Torrent?" I asked desperately.Torrent was my favorite horse and a loyal friend. I delivered it myself when I was 12 and he was like a younger brother of mine.Being a grumpy stallion, Torrent had always been a critical eater. Nobody except me could feed him. He refused to eat anything if it wasn't from me.So, on that day, I secretly hoped that Torrent would be spared from poison.But the lamenting look on my dad's face tore my last straw of hope into pieces."Dad, where's Torrent?! Let me see him! He won't eat anything from others! He must be alive!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.My mom was wailing so loudly that she almost passed out. My dad clenched his jaw a
Louisa's POVWhen I lost my grandparents, I was only seven years old. At that time, I refused to eat for three days. I didn't plan to give my parents a big hard time by starving myself to death to mourn my grandparents. It was all natural. Whenever I ate something, I would throw it up right away because of the pain I suffered in my stomach.I thought I learned about ways of dealing with grief at that time. You know, all those lives were nothing but transitions and shit in the priest's speech. However, nobody told me what it was like to lose my parents. For some unspeakable reason, they just didn't tell you that you were going to feel like an orphan at whatever age you were as an adult.I didn't sleep for a whole month after I lost both of my parents in that traffic accident. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw my parents' lifeless bodies lying in the morgue, burnt into char. My dad's arms were like withered rigs, stretching out in the air. I knew during the last moment of his life, he wa
Lucas' POVI couldn't depict the ecstasy when a werewolf felt that he was being accepted and admired by his mate.All I could say was that it was so real that it almost became a palatable thing. It was a feeling unlike any other. A sense of pride and satisfaction filled my soul and radiated outwards, warming me from the inside out.My lips were still burning with her scent. It lingered there and refused to fade away.I had kissed her multiple times, but we had never really kissed each other until the flaming kiss we shared a moment ago. A kiss that had been born in the fire and had forged a bond between us that would last a lifetime.I may have achieved nothing in my life. I might have been taken as a loser to my brother or a disappointment to my parents, but the existence of my mate proved that I was capable of achieving anything I set my mind to.I took a deep breath, savoring the moment. The sun was shining, the house was burning, the crows were screeching in rising smoke, and the
Lucas' POVWhen I got upstairs, the whole corridor was blanketed by heavy, black smoke.The fire was a raging inferno, a monster with a voracious appetite for destruction.The building shook and groaned as the flames consumed it, chewing through the walls and ceilings like a beast gnawing on its prey. Smoke billowed out of the windows, a thick and choking cloud that obscured the sky.The servants rushed about in a panicked frenzy, shouting and pointing as they tried to escape the fiery hell.Fuck. Leo knows how to set up a fire.One of them recognized me in the chaos, pushing me downstairs."Please don't go any further, Young Master Lucas! Go down!" He screamed at the top of his lungs."Where's Louisa?!" I shouted."I didn't see her! Please go downstairs, Young Master! The firefighters will come to rescue her!""Did you see Leo?!"The man shook his head violently.Oh. Fuck it.I pushed him aside, removed my shirt, dampened it in the water, and ran directly into the fire.I made up my
Lucas' POVI felt that my lungs were punctured by one of my broken ribs, but I wasn't sure.My throat was filled with blood and bitter fluid, so I coughed it out."You aren't my son, because my son will never tell a lie so shamelessly right in front of his father." My father was fuming with anger.Before I could say anything else, my father struck me again. This time on my back.I immediately bent down and fell to the floor in pain."Look at you. Rolling on the floor like a fucking dog. Look at me, son. Why don't you look at me and answer my question again? Did you reject that human girl?!"My father grabbed my hair and forced me to look at him. I guess my spinal cord was ruptured because I literally couldn't feel my legs."Father..." I spat the blood in my mouth and said in a blurry voice. "I didn't lie to you..." My father's eyes were blazing with tremendous disappointment and bone-chilling malice. For a brief moment, I thought he was going to stab the iron bar into my throat.The
Lucas' POVAs soon as I got into the living room, I saw Lycidas gloating at me like fucking Alvin the chipmunk. "You look very happy today, brother." I took a glance at the blonde girl standing next to him.I definitely fucked her before, but I couldn't recall the details."You look like shit, Lucas. What have you been doing these days?" Lycidas smirked."You know me. I'm busy fucking women and getting drunk." I couldn't take my eyes off the busty blonde's chest.I should at least remember her tits. They were gigantic."Hello, Lucas. Nice to meet you again." The blonde girl displayed a gummy smile at me."Hey...""You don't remember me, do you?" The smile on her face froze."I don't remember a lot of women, but I have to say that I would like to know your tits again. They're very impressive.""Oh, really?" The blonde flicked her tits casually in front of me. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see her nipples hardening beneath her tight bondage wrap. She bit her lower lip and moaned
Lucas' POVFuck my life. Lycidas must have varnished the truth by making up crazy fucking stories to my father. There have been too many incidents these days, so technically speaking, Lycidas didn't really need to make up too many stories. First of all, the school bus I was on the other ran into a rogue wolf the other day. Some journalists in our world exaggerated it and claimed that I, the son of a Lycan, ran into a rogue in my limo and dragged him for several miles before finally scraping his remains off the tires. My father didn't like it since he was currently trying to negotiate a peace treaty with the rogues.Leo and I killed the Donaros at the cemetery in wolf form. Everything went well until some motherfucker junkies took a few snapshots and posted them on social media, and it went viral. People in town started urban stories like wolves chewing human faces and stuff like that. My father didn't like it, either.Plus, I sort of rejected my mate as my father requested, but in fa
Lucas' POVI had never been so furious before in my life.This shameless fucking bitch must have known that I wouldn't kill her, so she just kept challenging me.Damn. I shouldn't have told her that she's my mate. I should have killed her when she shoveled that fucking mop into my face for the first time!Throughout my life, I had witnessed my father and uncles torturing others in a thousand ways, some of which were pretty medieval and I was sure they were passed on from one generation to the next, but the only thing I could come up with at that time was fucking the brain out of this fucking crazy girl being chained in front of me.But at the same time, the human part of me kept telling me that I shouldn't do anything against her will because that would be wrong, very wrong. After all, I had fucked so many women in my life, but I had never fucked anyone without their consent.However, the wolf part of me insisted on consummating with my mate. Ever since I met Louisa, he had been givin
Louisa's POVHis words hurt me in a way that I had never been hurt before.I wanted to argue that nobody had helped me to devise my own dream. But I failed. I couldn't collect myself.I wanted to convince myself that he was just caught up in the moment and he didn't really mean what he said.But, again, I failed.I had to face the fact that he meant every word of it. As much as I wanted to be with him, I was nothing to him. There were multiple gaps lying in front of us, wealth, status, values, and, of course, species.The fucking girl in my dream told me craps like love would build bridges to help us overcome everything and shit like that. I couldn't remember very clearly. Well, she must be living in a fucking candy land for trying to sell me fucking bullshit like that.Love exists. Santa exists. Unicorns exist. Fucking flying monkeys with Ottoman hats exist. Whatever you say. I don't buy any of it.My life was written before I was born. I was born to marry an equally poor male human
Louisa's POV"What the fuck is a Lycan?"Lucas is better than the rest of his kind, even among werewolves? I mean, seriously, give me a break."Lycans are... royalty werewolves. We are larger, stronger, and faster than average werewolves. We can shift into animal form at any time we like, and we were born with different gifts. For example, my mother can read other individuals' minds and predict the future. My uncles can control elements of fire and water, or summon animals. It's an inherited thing. This identity and wealth are passed down from generation to generation."Well, that explains his pride, privilege, and superiority in almost everything. He was born into a royal family."I heard people talking about things like Alpha and Luna. Are they leaders among werewolves?" I asked.Lucas nodded slightly."Wolves are highly social animals. That's why we live in packs. An Alpha is a leader in a wolf pack. All my uncles have their own packs. But in my father's case, he's the leader of th
Louisa's POVWhen I woke up the next morning, Lucas wasn't there.I turned around and tried to get up, but that fucking Ben Wa thing was still in my ass, so I couldn't really sit.I put my hand behind, trying to take it out, but as my fingertip touched the silicon handle, the door opened.Lucas, dressed up in a white T-shirt and a pair of flannel pants dangling on his hips, held a tray of breakfast in his hands.Turning crimson, I immediately retracted my hand, but it was too late."You can't take it out without my permission." He smirked, kicking the door closed.Every single movement of his was effortless, while every single movement of mine was a trench battle against all the elements in this entire universe.I could see why he didn't want me.A wealthy prince falls in love with a poor wench in fairytales. In reality, a prince always marries a wealthier princess.Lucas put the tray on the table. His sculptured, pouty lips were curved into a sexy angle. He was dashingly refreshed an