Rain’s POV. I wake up with a startling gasp, panting as my heart pulsates. My wide eyes take in my room. Fuck, I feel like something strange happened here last night. Omigod, I sigh at the banging in my head. It usually happens whenever I wake up the way I just did. I need a drink of water, I whisper inwardly to myself. Pulling the duvet aside, I cast my legs on the floor. When I rise up, I stretch my back, bones cracking at the impact. I was just about to move into the bathroom when my eyes closed in on a clump of sand on the floor. “What?” I bite out, feeling a rising tremble in my knees. I crouch low and scoop up the sand. My fingers smear over it and one thought races through my mind. “Someone was in here last night.” I gasp, wondering who. If it was Nadia she must have woken me up when she came into the room. Besides, Nadia’s shoes are always spotless. She never leaves a dent. Nadia is out of the question now. It has to be someone else, but who? Emerging back on my feet,
Rain’s POV. “Kahak-kahak!” I cough loudly, doubling over at the suffocating smoke ringing throughout the room. Oh no! This is double…punishment, I stutter under my breath, trying to cover my nose from inhaling the toxic smoke. How in hell am I gonna stay here all night until the party is done? God, no. I’m gonna die. A tear wriggle out of my eye. I don’t wanna die. I cough harshly again as the clouding smoke rages, the flames burning and crackling. Holding my breath, I move further down the confined spaced, my heart racing, threatening to jump out of my chest. There’s a single window at the end and when I reach over to open it, it doesn’t budge. Whirling back, I figure out another log of wood by the corner has been lit, adding another flame to the already burning ones. I can’t see any more safe for the cloud of toxic smoke. “No.no.no, please.” I bawl, slumping on my feet. I can’t die here. I don’t know what pushes me to emerge on my feet and when I do, I look for another a
Rain’s POV.“Oh, hmm...mmm" I can’t help sighing the instant my body collides with the water. I throw my head up in the sky, enjoying the whip of the air over my face.Thank fuck I got out of that room, else, I’d have choked.I try to force myself not to feel scared about my father finding out. Right now, I need to enjoy the peace and quiet this stream offers.I can hear the rhythmic caws of the crows and ravens. The birdsong soothing to my ears.My life sucks always but this is usually my escape. Either I stay here in the stream, swimming until my limbs grow sore or I sneak to Killan’s place.Well, now, Killian’s no longer in the picture. I’m all alone.The distant music coming from the ballroom is clear evidence that I’ve lost him to my sister.I always lose everything to Nadia. My life, my position, possession, you name. My sister is always in the spotlight. Our dad's favorite.Remembering how my father locked me up, and the mock-smile Nadia sent my way while I was being taken away
Logan’s POV. I’m fucked, I scream in my head as I guide Rain’s hand over her sex, making her touch herself.I’ve been fucked from the moment I realize she’s masturbating under the water. I felt the strong urge to take off my clothes, dive into the stream, and kiss the sensitive spot beneath her ear while I slam into her from behind.I save that fantasy of mine, focusing back on my little mate as she rocks her sex under the water.Even though she’s several meters apart, I can smell the heady scent of her arousal and it jags my nerves.I hurtle back into the darkness when I figure out she’s looking to know if someone’s watching her.My mouth gape and I drool when her left nipple peeks from under the water. It looked firm, and sexy. I want to grasp those titties while I suck the rosebud nipple into my mouth.Hmmm, so fucking good, I hum watching her pretty face twist at the roaming pleasure she feels.I couldn’t let this one chance pass me by. I needed to be close to her this one time
Rain’s POV. “Ahh,” I grunt, gnashing my teeth together as I climb over the ledge again, getting back inside the attic. My little moment of peace was ruined when Professor Logan showed up. He messed with my senses and had the nerve to say such brutal words. I shouldn’t feel hurt by what he said but I can’t help it.What exactly makes me so highly attracted to a man who clearly doesn’t want me? The professor thinks too highly of himself and I hate it. Yet my body erupts with sparks whenever he's within reach, dammit! Remembering what he did to me out there? How he made me finger myself, I know another sex with him isn’t going be bad. My body wants it. If he so much hates the sight of me, why can’t he just stay away?Thinking that, something tells me the professor likes me. But how do I confirm my theory? Grumbling, I march my feet on the last ledge and slide into the attic through the window. I huddle over the floor for some time, thinking about our sinful act back in the woods.
Logan’s POV. Mr. Grant’s face pales instantly and his mouth and eyes open like an eagle’s wings. The man’s heart is hammering precariously in his chest. No matter how brave they act, they’re still vulnerable before my kinds. Cutting his eyes away from me, Mr. Hanks faces the shivering people. “Ladies and gentlemen.” Mr. Hanks's voice booms as the people look up to him for words of assurance. “I'm deeply sorry about the turn of events. However, I assure you that orderliness will be maintained and your security is rest assured.” The people’s heads shake as they all nod. Mr. Hanks continues his words of encouragement but I can’t stop thinking who is the wolf that did this? Was it Tiago? But no, Tiago has already lost his wolf for a long time now. He’s basically human now. Can it be Lester? Before the thought can cement, my eyes magnet with my beta's across the room. Sure, I had invited him over to the party for moral support and the surprised gaze he throws at me confirms he didn
Logan’s POV. “Ka-hak. Ka-hak.” Tiago coughs fiercely, his eyes dimming from my tight fist around his neck. My heart pounds heavily with anger.‘Or jealousy?’ My wolf chimes in but I snort. I can’t and shouldn’t be jealous. I don’t love Rain. She’s the mate I never want.‘Ahh, keep telling yourself that…’ I block out my wolf in my head, focusing on here and now. Why’d Tiago touch her? Apparently, now that my horny self and dick are so interested in my student and enemy’s daughter, I own her.Until I’m done having a feel of her body, I want no man to fucking touch her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about...alpha.” Tiago sputters and I feel Lester's confused gaze digging into my back. I tighten my hand around Tiago’s neck at his response. “I see. You still have the mind to pretend you don’t understand what the hell I’m talking about?” The man is practically pale now. My harsh breath wheezes through his face. His ears turn crimson, veins popping out on his temples. Fuck, I’m
Rain’s POV. My whole room is a mess. A freaking mess. Covered with piles of clothes, shoes, and my panties. But I don’t even care, I just need to find my favorite panties. I’ve been searching for them since I woke up this morning but I can’t freaking find them. Furious, I let out a groan and I tuck my stray red strands behind my ear as I dip my eyes back into the drawer. Flinging out more clothes from the drawer and not seeing my favorite lingerie makes me curse. “Where the hell are they?” I bark into the air, surging to my feet with a rapidly beating heart. Wheezing a breath, I walk into the bathroom and into my small walk-in closet, riffling through the heap of panties. “Omigod!!!! Where are my favorite panties!!?” I yell, feeling so emotional I want to cry my eyes out. “Who took panties? Huh?” I breathe out, wheezing, panting. How is it possible ten of my favorite panties have gone poof!? I ponder, my head hammering. I especially love wearing any of those lingerie whenever
Rain's Pov. *Six Months Later*Peace. Recovery. Happiness.These three things were what I thought our pack would never experience again after the atrocities meted out on us by the Slayers. But I guess I was wrong. For the past few months, these three things have begun to trickle back into our midst. The pack members are back on their feet, rejoicing over the newfound peace and connection we made with the humans. A week ago, Logan called for a conference between werewolves and humans in the town square. All of the people of Oakdale were in attendance, listening as my mate addressed them on the importance of peace between our beings. Oakdale has been divided into two parts. North Oakdale is occupied by humans and South Oakdale, is occupied by our kind. Regardless of the clear boundary, people still choose to live where they desire as long as they're willing to obey the other's norms. The North Oakdale is now under the leadership of Simon Cooper, the man who led the renegade army th
Third Person POV. *** Two A.M*** **In The Manor**Augustine stirred from the cot he was lying on, wheezing calmly through his teeth. The infirmary was dead quiet and as for the guards keeping a close eye on him, they'd been knocked out. It took strenuous effort and days of planning for Augustine to pull this up. The werewolves must be joking if they thought letting them prevail was ever going to happen, Augustine thought as a smile plucked at his lips. He propped up from the cot, the chains binding his hands clattering briefly. It gladdened his heart to see the werewolf guards sprawled haphazardly on the floor, thanks to the Ramah leaves he spiked their water with. You see the adage: keep your friends close and your enemies closer? It was at this point that the adage made more sense to Augustine. He was happy the werewolves kept him closer, closer than they thought. With the chains on his wrists clattering and a dark grin on his face, he walked over to the table cluttered with v
Rain's Pov. "Stop it!!" Logan hollers but I don't stop. My claws slip out, borrowing into the skin of my arms and ripping off the flesh. Blood splooges, melding with the water as it rushes down the drain. "Rain, goddess!!!" Logan growls, horror shock on his face as he bangs on the stall. I had deliberately locked it, knowing Logan would come after me and try to stop me. I don't need him to stop me. I've to wash off this filth. I pull at my hair, tugging at the strands and it makes my scalp burn. The water sluicing down my body is extremely hot but it's not hot enough to wash off the filth. "Haha! Look at her taking my cock!" Their laughter vibrates in my ears.Their strokes brim my mind. The way their fingers sank into my skin, bruising me as I cried. It's all I think about. Their proposal. The bloody wedding dress. Their chant. All of it. I can't breathe. I can't see anything except the dark basement. The torture. Their faces. Their dicks. Their teeth as they bared it in a sm
Rain's Pov. "My luna. Thank goddess you're finally awake." Irene's voice pierces my ears when I stir on the bed. Waking fully, I look over at the woman, surprised to see her towering over me. A full smile covers her lips. "The alpha must be very happy to know you've woken up." The older woman chirps and before I can get any words out, she flees from the room. The moment she's gone, I begin to crack my head. I don't know how I ended up here. My mind is fogged and upon wracking it more, I begin to remember a few things.The Island. The mayors and...the fight. I remember Logan and his father fighting. I remember the witches taking on Sinai. The chopper. All of it, except my return to this room. The door snaps open a moment later and when I look up, I see Logan's burly frame hovering over the door. His eyes light up when they settle on me and I blink, swallowing rapidly to lubricate my parched throat. Logan smilingly walks closer to where I am, humming under his breath. "My luna?"
Logan's POV. "What?" I gasped in total shock at what Ryat had just revealed to me about Rain. She's pregnant. "How far along is she?" I sputter, settling on the edge of the bed Rain's lying on. It's been five days since we left Seychelles. Five days since Rain went into a coma. I feel so guilty looking at the bruises on her thighs, torso, and her breasts. Those depraved men bruised Rain beyond repair. According to Ryat, she was raped countless times. The thought of those men mounting what's mine makes me seethe. I failed Rain, I hum inwardly as tears prickle my eyes. I made a promise to protect her and yet I failed. I left her to the wolves and they devoured her. Even as she sleeps, her pulse hammers. A grimace is on her face and that lets me know she's reliving the horrors she experienced at the Island. "One month...but...uh...I'm not exactly sure since her uterus is yet to fully develop..." Ryat answers, shrugging tentatively. I understand why it's difficult for Ryat to deter
Third Person POV. Chaos brewed across the shore. Blood, howls and screams penetrated the air. The witches battled with Sinai. A woman they had all feared since she upset the balance of nature and sought for the book of Amelek. They all knew defeating Sinai would not be easy but they were willing to make that sacrifice. As Sinai struggled to release her powers against the witches, Aphrodite and the rest of the coven chanted more. Their voices high-pitched. "I WILL KILL YOU ALL. YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME!!!" She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire. To counter that attack, the witch called forth a crystal cocoon that trapped Sinai inside. She struggled to free herself from their cocoon but it was all in vain. Seeing they've successfully trapped her, the witches formed a circle around the cocoon, holding their hands. Then they began the chant of Kadhijabal- the death chant. For them to successfully take Sinai down the purgatory where witches lived their af
Rain's Pov. I stumble. I groan. Darkness soars around me like feathers. Dizziness claws up my mind, twisting my vision. Hard, hot breaths punch out of my lungs.Blood gushes from my belly like a waterfall, making me sluggish. Yet I run. I stagger, stumble but still manage to rise to my feet and scamper away. "AWOLLLLL!!!!" The wolf roars. Its voice is thunderous. Mighty. My spine curdles with dread. When I risk a look back, I see the beanpole wolf jumping the rocks that serve as barriers with its bared as it races after me. Why now? Why can't he remember me? My mind whirrs. Only one answer comes to mind. He's been enchanted. Just like I have been enchanted so I wouldn't be able to shift. I would've given Sinai a thumbs up if the situation was different. She's very creature in her vile work. Roars of laughter ring high, cutting through the blasting noise of the sea waves. With a brief pause and a hammering heart, I roam my eyes around searching for the best direction to run to.
Rain's Pov. My belly is empty. My strength wanes.. I clutch at my chest, a desperate attempt to tame my wildly beating heart as that wave of nausea returns again with a blinding force. Doubling over, I vomit the bitter viscous liquid and tumble over the wall. Streaks of the vomit stain the corner of my mouth while I dab at it. My bleary eyes gaze across the dark room. I feel so cold. So lonely. So scared. I let my eyes linger on the strand of sun rays slipping into the base through a crack on the wall. Gasping and in need of warmth, I chase after it. A blissful sigh slips past my lips as the warm sun kisses my skin. I don't know how long I've been locked in here but it's definitely been long enough to bring such change to my body. I almost doubted the fact, but Mrs. Sinai confirmed it some time ago. I am pregnant. An inconspicuous bump is protruding from my belly, a glaring confirmation of my worst fear. A tiny being is growing inside me, but the problem is that I don't know w
Logan's POV. "No!!! No!!! Lo...gan!" Ivy belts out, her chest heaving as pain attacks her from all angles. She refuses to speak up, and I refuse to stop inflicting the pain on her until she spills the answer I demand. Matt squirms in his seat as he watches me rain hell on Ivy. Seeing her a squirming mess gladdens my heart. Somehow I feel whatever pain I dole out on her equals the measure of pain my mate is suffering. Since I've known Ivy, I've never seen a smidge of scratch much less blood on her body until now. It gives great pleasure knowing the all-powerful queen of the vampires is at my mercy. Blood dribbles down her disfigured eye. Hoarse cries vibrate into my ears. Ivy has lost sight in one eye, nothing but the veins and tendons of what makes up her eye remain, coated in thick dark coppery liquid. Matt pisses himself seeing the gory sight, he panics, attempting to tear the rope binding him to the chair away but Lester doesn't give him the chance. My beta pounces on him.