Third Person POV. Mrs. Sinai made her way into the manor, aiming to answer the mayor's call. Her footsteps are hurried, echoing off the walls of the house. She realized no other servant was present, except Zeus. For years now, Zeus has been the mayor's right-hand man. That was to be expected given how they saved Zeus's life years ago. Right now, the man owes his allegiance to none other than the mayor.Scarred on the face and hulky, Zeus is one of the most feared men in Oakdale town. He barely talks rather his gun speaks for him. Unlike Zeus, Mrs. Sinai swore her allegiance to the four rulers as a result of her desire to become the most powerful witch on earth. She was born into the Celestial coven, and as a coven, the are checks to the magic a witch is allowed to perform. If one breaks the rule and upsets the balance of nature, then comes consequences. If the sin a witch committed was minor, she'd be sent to the Hole. In the Hole, their powers are sapped temporarily, leaving t
Logan's POV. I don't know how long has passed. Maybe hours, all night long, eternity, but I don't stop running through the jungle. My heart is racing and clenching with so much pain. By the sky, what is going on with me? Who is it that I dreamt about? Why so much connection with that wolf in my dream? It felt real. The dream felt real.Like I was there watching it display before my eyes. Crap! Goddess, what is this thing I feel? I feel several emotions mixed together now. Raw hatred for the people who made me lose my family. Raw pain for the life I lost, the family I lost. I crash against a tree, panting. This thing I feel inside me feels more like a bond. A very tight bond that's begging to be put together. "Grrrrrr!!!!" I'm losing my mind. I...can't...no. I can't hold it in again. My wolf growls again in pain. So much pain. My wolf staggers back again and growls. My paws burrow into the mud ground. I feel restless. Vengeful. Standing on my hind leg, I scrape my fingers o
Rain's POV. "Are you serious, Rain?" Kylie yips with a lingering smile on her face. She's practically blushing about what I just revealed to her. We prance down the school grounds, weaving through the tangled bodies of students who are conversing. The din nearly drowning out Kylie's voice. "I am. Weren't you the one that set us up?" I look over my shoulder at her. "Goodness. I only wanted to know if he kinda likes you." She says, shaking her head. It's been a while since I last saw her. Well, since that night at Dark Side, Kylie seems to go poof. Fortunately, she popped into school today, looking all...different and younger. She looks different in the right way. She has dyed her hair to blonde. She literally smells nicer more than I remember.When she met with me at the garden, I told her all that went on that night at Dark Side but Kylie seems to find it difficult to swallow. "So, that means he loves you?" She questions just as we go into Professor Logan's history class. "I
Logan's POV. I hurry to the cafeteria to get a cup of hot coffee thinking it's going to calm my nerves that are frayed with desire, but that's impossible. Rain gets more naughty with each passing day. Dammit, I can't believe she was masturbating while I was teaching earlier. When I saw her, it was hard to keep my phallus from hardening. How can I when she not only smells of me but also her arousal that's my undoing? Hmm, I love this naughty side of Rain. She's just the right mate for me. A mixture of good girl and bad girl is what she is. And that is exactly what my dominant alpha gene needs in a Luna. I reveled in her sloshing those slender fingers of hers over her love hole. I knew it was difficult for her to keep her moans at bay. Fuck, she shattered my bearings. Now, I can't wait to punish her for making it difficult for me to teach in class today. Naughty girls get punished.The cafeteria is brimming with students while I stay on the counter, taking sips of my hot coffee.
Rain's POV. The air in Logan's office assails my bare ass, kissing it tentatively and tenderly. My lips are stuck between my teeth while I ponder on his words. A safe word? I never thought one day I'd be asked to choose one. Why does he want a safe word? My mind races zigzag as I feel Logan bring his palm slightly down my ass cheeks. The touch is as good as his lips on mine earlier. My body jolts when I feel him tilt down on my back and kiss my skin with delight.His fingers rendering soft circles on the crack of my ass. I shiver at the sweetness of the touch while also panicking at the thought of pains I might feel if he chooses to fuck me there."Choose a safe word for me, baby." Twice now, Logan has called me 'baby' and every time he calls me that, I feel a sensual warmth in my whole body. Does that mean he loves me? I've never heard him say it, and I want to hear him say those words. I want to hear him tell me he loves me just as much as I love him. I love him. I love Loga
Logan's POV. The morning sun is yet to reach its peak in the sky but Lester and I are already meandering around the woods, jogging. My beta is already a gasping mess behind me. I try not to laugh at him. Lester, though stronger than other ranking wolves in our pack, is too dramatic to be a beta.Sometimes, I wonder why I've not elected another beta to take his position. Just an hour jog around the bush and he's already screaming and grumbling. "Damn him for punishing me with an early-hour jog!" He curses, running in tow to catch up to me. "I can hear you, beta. Werewolves abilities." I chime in, my voice rhyming with that of the cawing and singing birds. "Fine. Let me say it out then. You're being an overbearing alpha this morning." I can feel his frustration bleeding through his words. Squelching to a halt briefly, I burst into a fit of laughter, doubling over. Beads of sweat trickle down my face when I lower my head. "Lester. Quit being dramatic! Let's go on." I tell him, tur
Logan's POV. Lester and I sit silently in my study, while Tiago places the map on the wall. I hold the moonhide, chomping on the bitter plant while I listen intently to Tiago's instruction. "Right here..." Tiago murmurs, using the marker, he circles a dot on the map. Then. "Is the secret passage that leads to Mr. Hanks's special room chamber.""He has a special room chamber?" Lester chimes in while stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. I must say, he literally asked the same question I wanted to ask. "Apparently. However, only his trusted friends have access to this chamber." Tiago continues on with his tirade, circling more dots on the map. "Here is the underground tunnel. This is one of his secret treasure troves..." I make mental note of those troves because they're more important than anything else. I silently bank on the fact that I'll manage to see the moonstone once I break into that trove."But wait. There's a trove in the chamber beside the parlor. Do you perhap
Rain's POV. Since today, I've been so restless, especially after I eavesdropped on my father and Mrs. Sinai. It appears they both are working together. That means he knows about her powers.I had only come into the manor to get my morning supplies from the kitchen but as I was passing through the parlor, I overheard them together. "Are you certain no other witch can stand against you, Sinai?" "You know what it took for me to reach this peak, mayor. I made sure to kill as many witches as I could. My desire to be the powerful one came with a price." My body instantly sags at her words. That's when I realize that Mrs. Sinai isn't like Logan who is a mage. She's something more. I quickly sneak away from the archway when I hear the incoming footsteps. My heart was pounding as I understood that I live in a very secretive world. True to Tiago's words, there are certain things that I do not know. After gathering my supplies, I leave the manor house. I spend the rest of the day, reading
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.