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. After a long two-day drive from Oakdale town, Lester and I finally arrived in Chicago. Everywhere is bustling with activities. Nightlife here in Chicago is very amplified and intense from Oakdale. There are several street activities going on. From its appearance, it looks like a music festival. The whole town people are dressed in several shades of colors. The women dressed slutty in mini skirts with fringes. Some had horn crowns on their heads. The men bear trumpets, blowing them into the air. There are some that hang by their apartment balconies, watching the street show as they cheer. As Lester and I pass, we have confetti thrown down on us."Woah!!" Lester chuckles, his eyes gleaming while he watches the show. "Chicago never stops to amaze!" He blurts, his eyes pinned on the group of girls twerking their waists to the music. Chicago is Ivy's town. She rules the place. Ivy is the oldest Vampire alive. She's about two thousand years old, making her the stronges
Logan's POV. We're both seated in the dining room. The servants have served us meals, sauteed vegetables, raw meat and an array of other dishes. Ivy's glass is filled with blood and she takes a dainty sip of it while staring longingly my way. I know she's intentionally delaying me from seeing the witch, Aphrodite. Ivy wants to have her way with me, I can tell by the scent of her arousal burning into my nostrils. She's putting on a maroon halter top sundress, her nipples, erect, peeks through the dress. “Tell me more about your stay at Oakdale, my love.” I grimace at her question. Across the room, I see my beta glaring her way. Ivy made sure to bring girls to serve Lester. Even though their mouths are busy sucking my beta, it still isn't enough to distract my beta. His eyes on me, watching and keeping tabs. “It's not a fun one.” I state, balling my hands. “It sucks being in my home but seeing it being occupied by humans.” Ivy's eyes shine with pity. She takes a breath and reac
Logan's POV. "No, I'm afraid, we can not involve ourselves with Sinai!" Aphrodite remarks, rising on her feet. The rest of the witches gather around her, watching me with blazing eyes. Ivy is silent, quietly releasing her anger into the air. Lester, on the other hand, emerges on his feet. Worry grows in his eyes. I turn to face the witches, my eyes pleading. "Please, we need your help to win against them." "It is against our nature to help your kinds, alpha. However, in this case, we can't pit ourselves against the greatest of our kind. A witch stronger than Amelik herself." Silence. Then. "You do not know what it means to have a dark magic. If we choose to fight her...all of us will die." Fear sizzles in the air, coming directly from the witches. I see them glaring at Aphrodite not to accept to do this. They loved their lives and family. That isn't something they're willing to lose. "She killed twelve of our kind. And twelve of yours. Do you know what that means?" She asks me.
Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him.Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato. The school professor had told him about the welcome party taking place tonight and with all pleasure, Marcel wanted to be there. Of course, he didn't want to attend just for the fun of it. He wanted to attend and take the girl whose thoughts had lived rent-free in his mind. Rain, the girl was such a wonder. A beauty to bask, and full of energy someone of his status wanted. Marcel didn't just feel an attraction for her. He was convinced the girl could be his mate. He had always imagined how hurt and betrayed Logan would
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.