Logan’s POV. “What’s there to explain, alpha? You already broke the rules.” I rub my brows at her words. I know I messed up the laws but it’s fucking hard to keep up with the rules when I’m with Rain. “You know, alpha Yazi, your father doesn’t take issues like this lightly…” “Fuck, I know.” I do know about those little punishments my father rained on the pack member back when things were still moving well here in Oakdale.My father intentionally delays the mating ceremony of the pair for three full moon nights. He does that to ensure rules are followed. Well, too bad, he’s not here and this time around, I am the alpha, which means I can make new rules. “Well, considering I’m the alpha now, I’ll change the rules. And stopping mates who are yet to conduct their mating ceremony from finding pleasure from each is hereby ruled out.” A small smile breaks out on Irene's face at my words. The woman knows me well. I defile laws back when I was under the tutelage of my father, and that’s
Third Person POV. *Two days later.*The manor was full of activity as always. Servants scampered around, ensuring that their duties were delivered as expected.Those in the fields are under the tutelage of Sinai. She inspected them and their every move.Heaps of harvested crops were being herded into the manor, tucked safely away in the storeroom under the watchful guidance of the guards.As the morning sun towered brightly over the manor from the sky, the mayor, Mr. Hanks stood in front of the huge mirror in his chamber, grunting with discontent as the servants bustled and rustled around him in the name of preparing him for the business trip he as well as the other rulers were embarking on. It had been ages they had been expecting to hear news from the facility in Scottsdale. Fortunately, the facility sent a message just a few days ago inviting them to head over to the facility. There, another prototype had been made by their scientists and they needed to be there and watch as the
Third Person POV. Scottsdale was another city that harbored the secrets of the Slayers. Filled with trusted fellows, the Slayers had a lot of properties here, even their greatest enemies had no single hint about. Here in Scottsdale, the Slayers had their tech company operating under an anonymous name. It was the modern era, and security had passed, with only guards mounted in the town, manor, or his room. The game changed into technology and they also changed. Two centuries back, it took their united efforts to ruin the wolves. Mr. Fell, he had been the most intellectual amongst them. He was the one that invented the ballista trap, the machine that helped them during their war with the supernatural. Now though, things have shifted hands. About three decades ago, they launched their newest facility in Scottsdale. A place known to only the council members. With the tech company and facility running with their underground sex ring, the Slayers began trapping wolves across North A
Logan’s POV. I finish my morning exercise on the mansion grounds, sweating profusely. My wolf feels this strange sort of excitement because we both know tonight is when we will, by luck, find the moonstone. I can’t wait to possess my full alpha powers once I lay my hands on that stone. I fish out my flagon and draw a sip of water to wet my throat.Just as I’m doing that, I hear the incoming car engine. I gently push the flagon away from my lips and watch as Lester exits the car with hacker, Hanson. The young human flits his eyes around the mansion in awe, before settling them on me. “Man, I never knew you'd have this kinda money...” He trails as Lester drags him forward. “Hey, man, stop dragging me…” He nags with a hiss.“sorry, but we’ve got no time for admiration now…” Says Lester as they pause before me. “Hello, alpha…” “Thanks for bringing him, beta.” I tell Lester even as I examine Hanson. I’m sure Tiago must have left with the rulers for the business trip. We actually don
Third Person POV. Alpha Yazi's wolf paced around the dungeon, restless. His mind was plagued by memories that he’d never forget. His wolf’s eyes shone in the dim darkness of the dungeon. Memories flashed through his eyes like a reel. He panted hard just as he remembered his last moment with them. He was in the wood mill with Logan, teaching him how to log wood like a true alpha. His son who was merely fifty years old had panted. Logan had nagged that training him to be the perfect alpha was the worst punishment he had ever known. Alpha Yazi had laughed at that. He always laughed at Logan’s disproving words about their intense training. But he knew inwardly, that Logan took his teachings to heart, storing them until the day he’d become the pack’s alpha. He remembered how Anselm would fume at Logan, daring him to give up his birthright as the pack’s alpha so he’d become the alpha. Alpha Yazi would laugh, watching his children as they bickered. His mate would come out of the cottag
Rain’s POV.I grumble, tossing around on my bed. I feel the warm morning sun beating down on me. I groan, hating its scorching effect.“Dammit!” I rise on my feet to close the blinds.I really need to sleep more before going to school today.However, just as I stand up to close the curtain, I scream, momentarily startled to see Nadia in my room.She’s sitting on my dresser with a smug grin on her face.“Good morning, sister…” She smiles sinisterly at me, flicking her hair between her fingers.My body tenses at the sight of her. I wonder why she’s here this early.“Oh, don’t give me that look. Can’t a sister pay a visit?” She teases me as she rises to her feet.I cross my arms over her chest and stare down at her. It’s a good thing I’m taller than her. As if sensing my thoughts, she laughs a little mischievously.“Don’t brag about your height, Rain. We both know I’m a lot prettier than you’ll ever be…”I scoff at her. Look who’s bragging. She always does that. She downplays my value bu
Logan’s POV. I’ve examined this leaf for what seems like an eternity now, but I can’t make sense of why the Slayers want me to find where it is planted in Greece. A sigillaria leaf, that’s what they call it. This is exactly the reason why I was summoned to the manor this morning. The four rulers want the leaf found and I must definitely find out why. With a grunt, I scoot away from my seat and reach my bookshelf. I scan the shelf, looking for books that talk about the leaf. Afterward, I settle on five books, reading them page by page until I find something that talks about an ancient tree. In seventeen A.D., the first witch coven had planted a tree in their town square. Apparently, this happened when the moon goddess stopped existing on Earth. There were two werewolf alphas pining for a witch. Both alphas engaged in a duel, looking to see who would be victorious and claim the female as theirs. Unfortunately, no one won over the other as both alphas were of equal strength. After
Rain's POV. "Seriously?" Kylie exclaims, holding my shoulder to halt my movement. We stop by the school ground, under the hot scorching sun as she drills me with questions. Now, seeing my friend give me the look makes me bite my lip. I think I shouldn't have told her about my death and how I miraculously came back alive. "Yes, Kylie. But promise me, no one is going to find out I kinda died?" I bite down my lower lip as her face turns red. Is she blushing? I wonder. Her expressionless face suddenly breaks out in a smile. "You died and Mr. Hot Professor came to your rescue? Aww, such a cute love story!" She hugs me, humming dreamily under her breath. "Kylie. I...uh...don't think this is kinda cute." She pulls away from me and we continue walking down the path. Oakdale students pass by us as they rush to meet up with their afternoon classes. Thankfully, my classes for today are finished. "Are you kidding me? This story of you and Mr. hot professor should be converted into a stor