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
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
r“Thank you, nurse.” I smile at the older woman who just finished changing my bandages. It had just been three weeks since I was hospitalized but I’m starting to regain my strength significantly.I can’t seem to remember what exactly happened and how I ended up here. The memory is just a blur. However, I do remember when Marcel had barged into the room he confined me in and I saw his monstrous face as he trod closer to me. I remember my shrieks and the scared look on my face but I can’t remember anything else aside from that.“You’re welcome, Ms. Rain…” The nurse's sonorous voice puts a halt to my thoughts. I nod at her and then she gathers her equipment to leave but suddenly stops at the door.“Uh…Ms. Rain?” She blurts as she faces me.“Yeah?” I cock a brow at her questioningly.“The flowers came in again today. Would you love to see them?” She asks me, a hopeful glint in her eyes.Not again, I sigh inwardly and rehearse the same words I’ve been telling her the past three weeks.“I t
Third Person POV. Three Weeks Later. Tension stands like a wall in the meeting, dominating the Slayers. All the mayors had their heads bowed, distinctly shaking with fear. Their end was nigh, it seemed. The werewolves were about to topple them. If anything, the attack from earlier proved it. It was horrible, gory. In fact, words were undermining the sorry sight the school and students turned into. This attack was heavier than other preemptive attacks and now they had no means of defeating these killing machines known as werewolves. What measures were they supposed to take? Breathing had become increasingly heavy for them. To others, the mayors may seem good and fit but they know their life is deteriorating fast. It had been a long time since they renewed their sacrifice to maintain their life link to the werewolf they held hostage in the dungeon and now these attacks kept coming nonstop.Until when before they were struck their greatest foes? “Ahem!!” Mr. Grant cleared up his
Logan's POV. The air smells like the old times. It's still untouched, save for the huge mansion that sits in the middle of the clearing. Nostalgia hits me square in the face, and I remember the times the pack members would gather around and watch Marcel and I showcase our strength through our fists, claws, and fangs. To me, it was a mere match of entertainment but to Marcel, it was of dominance and superiority. I thought he was among the family I lost, fortunately he isn't. But unfortunately, he'll die by my hands tonight. Blade howls before the mansion and rapidly jumps over the fence. He attacks the first set of guardsmen standing by the entrance. My wolf tears into their souls, ripping it out with his maw and sharp fangs. Cries of pain assail the air. I kill as I aim for the entrance but more men attack. Gunshots ring out and I duck, restrategizing as I attack. The onslaught is bloody. Bones crunch under my fangs. Skin rips under my claws. Just as a bullet makes its way ov
Logan's POV. The car tires screech over the asphalt as I drive into the school. Everywhere is a mess, with blood, receding fire, and low whimpers of pain. The scent of blood, burnt flesh and metal slither into the air around us. Horror fills me as I stand, aghast at what I'm seeing. It happened again, and this time, I was not able to catch the attackers. This right here looks more like a rogue attack. They took us unawares.My heart clenches at the thought of Rain and I begin skimming through the bodies on the ground. I maneuver over the broken chairs, tables, and glasses, looking out for my Luna. “Lester, help me find Rain!!” I order my beta.I try all I can not to let this sorrow numb my legs from moving. Rain just can't be dead. Instead of sorrow, I let revenge fill me up and I search tirelessly for her. She must be somewhere, I tell myself while I look. I hear the blaring sirens, informing me about the ambulance and town patrollers heading toward the school. I was just on
Third Person POV.Marcel and his armies have regrouped for the past few days, drafting out plans on how to launch the biggest strike the Slayers never saw coming. Not just that but he wanted to take Logan by surprise this time around and take his most cherished person. This was Marcel’s plan to kill two births with just one stone.He had taken time to study the school map and know the hidden pathways that would serve as their escape route once their mission had been accomplished and Marcel had discovered the hidden bunkers beneath the school.He positioned his soldiers there, giving them instructions not to let anyone else in. With everything well strategized, Marcel roared.“At the ding of the town’s bell, we’ll strike. Kill anyone or anything on site. But remember, get the girl!”“Yes, sire!” Roared the soldiers.They were lurking around in the woods, waiting for the bell to sound. Today the school was celebrating its hundred years anniversary and a fleet of cars and hordes of peopl
Logan's POV. “Alpha, the Luna is here to see you.” Lester's voice comes in through the mind link and I smirk. It's not been long since I teleported to Rain's room to keep the flowers I had gotten for her. I seriously wasn't expecting her to come here so soon but right now, that ignites my heart with joy. Oh, the best thing that happened to me today was coming across the relationship blog I saw today on the internet.That's where I learned that women love it when their man apologizes with a bouquet.” “Let her in,” I tell Lester as I brace myself for the sight of her. Swiftly, I drop my pen and emerge on my feet. Goddess help me, my heart is running a mile a minute! My cheeks expand with a smile. Even before Rain enters my office, her scent has already barreled into my nostrils. She smells so incredible. I'm well aware of the creases in my dress shirt and I start adjusting them, dusting off the speck of dust on my body. Then the door creaks open and I look up, threading my gaze
Rain’s POV. I run out of Logan’s office with my heart panting. I honestly thought I’d gotten over him but that’s a typical lie. It’s not as easy as I thought it’d be. He’s all I think about every minute of the day. The air I practically breathe. Gosh, what actually made me think I could ever get the hell away from him? I curse under my breath as I head over to the greenhouse. My fingers won’t stop grazing over my lips in the bid to feel those hot kisses he gave me just now. Staying two whole weeks without so much as a touch from him made me teeter toward the edge of insanity. Right now, my insides are burning up, scorching every corner of my being. Logan, gosh, you’ve really messed me up. I try to force myself to stop thinking about him but that seems like I’m pouring water on a damn stone. I can’t stop feeling things for him. Whenever I see him from a distance, my heart palpitates. The annoying voice in my head always seems to admire him a lot, whispering dirty ideas into my min
Logan’s POV.“What’s going on here?” I thunder just as I reach them. Rain practically gasps at the furious undertone of my voice.When she notices it’s me, her brows furrow slightly, you’d barely even know it’s there.“Nothing professor, Logan. We and Rain were having a nice chit chat…” One of the twins, Robin answers, quirking the corner of his up while glancing over at Rain.That adds to my fury. I sharply turn to them and sputter.“Flirting with a woman during lecture hours? Do you not know the consequences of your actions?” My voice is more high-pitched than I intended.Rain glowers at me, hating the fact that I suddenly brought up one of the rules and regulations of Oakdale High. From what I know, the twins were notorious in the university.“Professor, Logan. We were talking. There’s practically nothing lewd they said.” Rain chimes in and knowing she’s taking their side flares my anger. I know what she’s doing. She is trying to move on with her life and forget I ever existed. Li
Logan's POV. My goddess, I hum inside me as I take my mate's lips, kissing her within an inch of life. Hell, can I never get enough of her sweetness. Every fucking day, it increases. My whole body presses into hers while my hands scroll through the exposed parts of her flesh. My cock grows so hard with a vengeance. No matter how much my inner mind tells me to get a grip on my hunger and consider that Rain might still be hurt, it doesn't yield any effect. I just want to have her. Slipping my tongue out, I find hers with urgency and lock it tight. She moans low, endeavoring to meet the pace of my kisses. “Lo…gan…” She hums, but I don't give her the space to talk. I don't want to interrupt this moment of passion flowing between us. My hands grope for the globes of her ass. I fondle it as my hardened length burrows into her belly button. “We…are…” “Shhh, baby…just…let me kiss you…” I whisper to her and Rain's eyes glaze over. This time around, she's the one that initiates the kis