Third Person POV. Marcel trailed down the stairs, fixing the ropes of his gra-colored robe. He had gotten a message from one of his servants that Yato had come around. Since being back in Oakdale town, Marcel had occupied himself with building a small army and trustees that could help him in winning over his cousin's brother, and the fucking Slayers. Secluded in a mansion in the middle of the clearing on the outskirts of the town, Marcel equipped himself and strategized for the day he’d strike with his warriors. Marcel and Logan were always at loggerheads with each other back when Oakdale belonged to the werewolves. Just like his father had wanted to become the pack’s alpha, Marcel had longed for that seat too. He wanted what Logan had. The power, respect, money, and looks. Marcel fought Logan silently, hoping Logan would fail so he could take over. Unfortunately for him, Logan always did come out smarter. But all that happened centuries ago. Now, Marcel had gotten Logan out of
Logan’s POV. Rain stands completely still as she watches me, trying to make sense of my words. I can see the look of doubt and questions creeping into her face. Her gaped mouth closes after she sighs. “Why is the training so important to you?” She chuckles, clearly not aware that her father wants to find out who she truly is and if that happens, her life will be in danger. She will cease to be his daughter. And who knows if Rain might end up like my pack members that died during the supernatural war or goddess forbid it, she ends up like her mother who was thrown in the dungeon as a sacrifice. My wolf whines at the thoughts spiraling through my mind. The thought of my mate in danger gives me more reason to act fast and eradicate those evil men from the surface of the earth. My heart singes as Rain continues her words, not knowing exactly how close she is to becoming her true self. Somehow, my wolf is eager and super excited to meet with his other half. For the first time, Blade
Logan's POV. It all happens fast. Initially, I'm the one in control, kissing the hell out of my mate but in the blink of an eye, Rain takes control. She's suddenly so invigorated. Tearing her lips into mine, warming my mouth with her velvety tongue. The slap of her tongue on mine surges my body with a sweet sensation. No matter how much I try to take back control, it appears impossible.Rain's hands run down my washboard abs, tearing into my shirt. Goddess! Where did she get such energy from? I ask myself as shock ripples through me. “Oh, my…what a mess…” She whispers looking at my torn shirt, her voice lost in her desire. When we lock eyes, I see hers shimmering dangerously with hunger. Unapologetically, Rain closes the distance between us again and wraps my mouth with hers. Fuck, her kiss is rough, so unlike my mate. Her touch is fierce. Possessive. Nothing about this feels normal. This is otherworldly but my wolf seems to enjoy every bit of this moment. I shudder as he
Rain's POV. My body is heated even under the water. My insides feels like a boiling water. Desire roam through my body. The way my nub feels right now makes me want to rub it on Logan's face. Why is this happening?Why do I feel this strange things occurring? The problem is, I can't even tell Logan what is happening to me because I don't know how to explain it. Logan's eyes burn every inch of my body, adding to the heat I feel. It courses chills down my spine. I end up breathing heavily. My breasts flail under the water as it caresses my nipples.It feels amazing. I love the way the water massages my heated body. My red hair is soaked and I feel it plastered at my back while I swim. Before I reach the other edge of the pool, I can already hear the water swishing behind me. He's coming, I whisper under my breath and smile. I don't want to show my excitement much. I reach the edge eventually and plant my arms on the surface, looking out to the, endless shimmery dark sky. Th
Logan's POV. My mouth lap up Rain's tantalizing lips. I navigate my hand around her wet, soft body, touching her boobs and flicking her nipples with caution.With every touch, Rain moans but I swallow it up. Heat. My mate is in her first heat. This is incredible. Werewolves only experience heat during the full moon. That's why full moon isn't just my kinds first-time of shifting, for pups who just turned eighteen. It is also our night of coupling. Our night of intimacy and raw sex.Full moon nights in my pack is one males look up to. Heat drives us males insane because the females can take whatever raw and drawn-out sex our beasts desire. In fact, to put it exactly, full moon nights is when males take their females in their beast forms.The females present themselves on all fours, fluttering their feet holes with their fingers while our beasts mount them. Sometimes, the coupling lasts until the following day. But that's not the case with Rain. Hers is different. She's a ly
Rain's POV. *One Week Later*My grunts echo into the air surrounding the woods. My sword slashing through the air, making a whooshing sound.I've been practicing here for about four hours now. It's what I do practically every day after my classes. Drawing back from my stance, I lunge forward, jump into the air and strike my sword. “Krunk!!!” Echoes the sword as it meets the bark of the tree. Suddenly, I hear a clapping sound and I pause. Whirling my head, I turn to look only to see Kylie. She's wearing ripped straight jeans and a blank tank top. She ties her hair with a bandana. Kylie's arms are wrapped around herself as she gazes at me. “Ughhhh!!!” I groan, pulling my sword away from the tree as I turn to face her. “You killjoy, what the hell are you doing here?” Kylie's already crossing the distance between us as she speaks. “I looked everywhere for you in school. I mean your once favorite places like the library and the greenhouse, and you weren't there. But then a voice i
Rain's POV. Nadia's rage scaths my skin, and with the slap she gave me, I can barely stand on my feet. Killan, that bastard, refuses to counter Nadia's thought about us sleeping together. If anything, there's a strange smirk curling Killan's lips. He stands there, watching as my sister Rain hell on me. “You're so disgusting!!!!” Echoes Nadia's voice. She doesn't even stop to take a breather.All the students in the hallway, stand still watching us as Nadia disgraces me. Amid that, my insides burn. It's like there's another strange being inside me, wanting to tear into my sister's heart. Every one of Nadia's racing pulse hammers in my ears. The urge to tear into her, to ravage her. Goodness, what am I thinking? My mind is racing as well as my pulse. It's racing. “I swear, father is going to her about this disgusting behavior!” Nadia's last words seem to douse the urge running through me. My pulse cools like the calm whisper of a breath against a skin. I stare at her with co
Third Person POV. "Hey, babe..." Nadia smiled, calling out to Killan as she tried to kiss his lips. However, Killan dodged her kiss, making Nadia's lips land at the corner of his mouth. Killan was pissed but he tried as much as he could to hide. Now, he was regretting his decision of accepting to be betrothed to Nadia. He wanted the girl only for fun and he was done having a feel of her. "Is something wrong? Talk to me, Killan. You haven't laid a finger on me for two weeks now..." Nadia pressed, sounding pissed. She's yet to understand the reason Killan suddenly changed from not having enough of her to not touching her at all. Sex with him had always been great but now she didn't understand what was wrong with the guy. "I'm just not in the mood, Nadia..." He let out, rising from the bed and scooting to the balcony. The cool night air grazed his skin softly while he looked into the manor ground, watching the servants moving to their duty posts. He had wanted to get Rain back i
Logan's POV. Lester bustles into my hotel room, all fast breath and sweaty. His iPad rests in his hand. His muscled biceps flexes given how the sleeveless shirt he's wearing leaves his arms exposed. I've just finished bathing, eager to prepare and dive into our next hunting destination. Days have bled into weeks with Lester and I searching for Ivy across the world. The bitch vanished after her stinging betrayal, leaving no trace. Her right-hand man, Vistus, is the one running the diaries while Ivy jumps from one place to another. She knows I'm hunting her, and I won't stop until I find her. I gaze at Lester who mindlessly treads closer to me, blurting out. "I guess I know Ivy's current location." Lester announces and hearing those words makes my belly summersault."How? Let me see," I dart close and snatch the iPad from him, zooming the screen to see the images lurking in it. There's a male news reporter welding a microphone as he blabbers about the new death wave in their com
Third Person POV. The metal bars jangled as Mr. Ford rushed towards it, trying to flutter it open. The others stood behind him, tensed as Riot shoved forward. All baser instincts. Nothing that reeked of Rain's human side remained. "Fucking open the door!!!" Mr. Grant wailed. Hands shaking, the door suddenly seemed too hard to push open. Curses spilled from Ford's mouth as he fumbled with the locks. "Awolllll!!!!" Riot saw darkness, spurred by anger and revenge.Immediately after that growl, announcing her presence, she struck!!! Long, spiked tail swept through the air, striking the Slayers. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open in fear, the men buckled and fell face flat on the ground with a heart-stopping thud. Winces and sputtered words of anger reverberated across the room, coming from them."Fucking Christ!!!" Mr. Fell bolted up, his midriff ripped open and blood fell alongside his bowels. "Fucking fuck! Hanks. Fuck Hankson, my belly. Oh shitttt...." His words dulled to a slur as he
This chapter has triggers.Third Person POV. "It's all done, mayors," Sinai announced when she emerged in the chamber where the mayors were. Their eyes glinted with intent. Smiling hugely, Mr. Hanks dropped his glass of wine on the side table which landed with a clink. "So, she's all prepared to receive us?" He asked Sinai. The older woman nodded, her head hunkered. Despite Rain's refusal to comply with the instructions ladled out, the obedience drug injected into her water had made Rain pliant, ready to be taken by the mayors. "As you ordered, mayor," She intoned. A short, contemptuous laugh whispered from across the room, coming from Mr. Grant. "That's impressive news." He rose, adjusting the invincible crease on his shirt. "I can not wait to dive into that gracious cunt of goodness." Silence met his words, making him veer around to face the others. "Is there a reason for the delay, friends?" Before performing the ritual, it was of prime importance for them to feed sexually
Logan's POV. The car tires scream over the asphalt as I drive into the manor. Hastily, Lester and I alight from the car, slamming the doors shut. My gaze roams around the manor as the guards and patrolling officers begin to come our way, guns pointing directly at us. This was their plan all along. The fucking Slayers. Lester rounds the car until his back slams against mine, making us one against our enemies. The men are uncountable, poised to strike. Lester's breaths permeate my ears as we both take in the advancing enemies. "What should we do, alpha?" He questions, rage seething beneath his skin. They took Rain. They took my Luna. Darkness crawls the edges of my vision as I imagine what pain she must be suffering. No, I can't let these men win me. I can't let them take the gift of the goddess to me-- my mate. Rage spurred to the surface, I growl, "Kill them!" At that, Lester and I roar and shift Into wolves before the men. Then the carnage begins. Roaring into the dark sk
Rain’s POV. “You know, it still surprises me how you managed to hide your true self from me, Rain, despite all I did to trigger you…” Mr. Hanks says, coming closer to me.The wave of anger I feel deep inside me as I stare up at him causes me to spit on his face. Mr. Hanks's eyes darkened. Slowly, his fingers creep up his face and he gently dabs at the slimy liquid. The guards tighten their hold on me, waiting for an order from the mayor. The rest of the Slayers bash me with hateful glares, I feel it dribbling down my joints. Veering my eyes back at Mr. Hanks when I hear him laughing, my lips curl downward.He doubles over again, laughing harder. My face turns beet red as I wonder the reason for the laughter. When he ceases to laugh, he pierces me with his devouring gaze. “This…is such a deja vu moment, Rain.” He boisterously says, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean?” I growl, fighting against the bruising hold of the guards. Mr. Hanks heaves a breath and then hums, “Yulia
Rain's POV. I turn to the next page of the book I've been reading since morning, huffing as I bask in the captivating scenes. Gosh, I've been waiting for so long for the main characters to share their first kiss. Now that it's about to happen, my interest piques and I settle deeper into the chair and cross my legs. Then I savor the words. His possessive words and touch. I don't know when I giggle so loud that the student beside me in the library curses and barks. "Can you keep it down? You ain't the only one reading!" "Oops, apologies," I chatter out and briskly pin my eyes back on the pages of the book. Ohh, the chemistry between them is so powerful, it makes me bite down on my lip. Ahh, I practically shrieked when his lips finally met with hers. The kiss started out slow before turning into a frenzy. And the girl's moan is the perfect sound in such a quiet environment. I don't understand how I can hear it go off in my head. Unknowingly, my shrieks became loud again. It must
Third Person POV. A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. "At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber."Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be call
Logan's POV. I take a moment to swallow down my beating pulse, my desperation, before uttering. "The Slayers have my father hostage in the dungeon." A slight pause. Then, "I'm thinking he is the one the Slayers' eternal life is bound to."I feel Lester alternating his gaze between me and the witches. Aphrodite scoffs but I don't flinch. I'll do all I can to free my father. The thought of him being in that dungeon for the past two centuries clenches my heart.He wasn't dead all this while I thought I had lost him. I've one family member remaining. One I need to save at all costs. "That has nothing to do with us, alpha Logan. We cannot risk our lives for you or any other..." I barge forward, teeth gritted. "I...am...willing to do all I can just for you to help me. Anything possible, you name it, Aphrodite." My chest is heaving from how hard I breathe. She has to agree. She has to help me. "You don't understand, you do?" Her eyes flare when she looks back at me. Fiercely, Aphrodi
Logan's POV. I erect from the couch I'm lounging on the moment I feel the first sting of Sun rays on me. My eyes narrow as I turn and look out the window. It's fucking morning! I tell myself, feeling the ugly hands of doom on my biceps, it stretches down to my heart. The feeling causes me to pant as I look down at the bottle of Scotch in my hand. I'd drank it down in half. The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match t