Logan’s POV.Hiding in Rain’s bathroom, I peep at the older woman and wait for her to leave. She tucks Rain's duvet well, caressing her hair.Though it’s dark, I still make out her face and she looks the same as the picture Lester showed when I asked him to dig in deeper about Mr. Hanks's household.The woman struts to the dresser but I can’t see what she did there exactly before reaching the exit.I thought she had left when I pushed the bathroom door open, the hinges hissed and her voice echoed in the dark room.“Who's there?”My eyes go owl-wide immediately, my breath stalling.“I said who’s there?” The woman screeches and I hear her footsteps coming closer.Fuck! I curse, clenching back into the bathroom. I don’t know what I step onto but I suddenly find myself in a small walk-in closet, and into a heap of Rain's panties.“Dammit!” I curse, picking up some panties to stuff over my mouth.Jeez, what the heck am I doing placing Rain‘s panties over my mouth? I ask myself.Regardless
Logan’s POV.The blinds are drawn, allowing the morning sun to filter into my study. My footsteps echo as I head over to my bar nonchalantly, grabbing a bottle of margarita.Back behind my desk, I settle into my seat with a wince and pour the drink into my glass filled with three ice cubes.The two young men in the room watch me with curiosity. I know Lester watches me with worry given the slight wound I obtained earlier this morning.“Hmmm…” a hum escapes me when I take a drink, wetting my throat. Then I glare back at Tiago. “Let me guess, the rulers have notched up their security just to keep us away from this town?”Tiago swallows, a grit to his jaw as he nods. It actually amazes me how he manages to pretend to be human all these years while living under the noses of the four rulers. The four founders of Oakdale.Tiago literally works for Mr. Hanks, the highest and most powerful of the four rulers.He's Mr. Hanks' assistant. Tiago fell in love with someone and decided to stay human
Rain’s POV. I wake up with a startling gasp, panting as my heart pulsates. My wide eyes take in my room. Fuck, I feel like something strange happened here last night. Omigod, I sigh at the banging in my head. It usually happens whenever I wake up the way I just did. I need a drink of water, I whisper inwardly to myself. Pulling the duvet aside, I cast my legs on the floor. When I rise up, I stretch my back, bones cracking at the impact. I was just about to move into the bathroom when my eyes closed in on a clump of sand on the floor. “What?” I bite out, feeling a rising tremble in my knees. I crouch low and scoop up the sand. My fingers smear over it and one thought races through my mind. “Someone was in here last night.” I gasp, wondering who. If it was Nadia she must have woken me up when she came into the room. Besides, Nadia’s shoes are always spotless. She never leaves a dent. Nadia is out of the question now. It has to be someone else, but who? Emerging back on my feet,
Rain’s POV. “Kahak-kahak!” I cough loudly, doubling over at the suffocating smoke ringing throughout the room. Oh no! This is double…punishment, I stutter under my breath, trying to cover my nose from inhaling the toxic smoke. How in hell am I gonna stay here all night until the party is done? God, no. I’m gonna die. A tear wriggle out of my eye. I don’t wanna die. I cough harshly again as the clouding smoke rages, the flames burning and crackling. Holding my breath, I move further down the confined spaced, my heart racing, threatening to jump out of my chest. There’s a single window at the end and when I reach over to open it, it doesn’t budge. Whirling back, I figure out another log of wood by the corner has been lit, adding another flame to the already burning ones. I can’t see any more safe for the cloud of toxic smoke. “No.no.no, please.” I bawl, slumping on my feet. I can’t die here. I don’t know what pushes me to emerge on my feet and when I do, I look for another a
Rain’s POV.“Oh, hmm...mmm" I can’t help sighing the instant my body collides with the water. I throw my head up in the sky, enjoying the whip of the air over my face.Thank fuck I got out of that room, else, I’d have choked.I try to force myself not to feel scared about my father finding out. Right now, I need to enjoy the peace and quiet this stream offers.I can hear the rhythmic caws of the crows and ravens. The birdsong soothing to my ears.My life sucks always but this is usually my escape. Either I stay here in the stream, swimming until my limbs grow sore or I sneak to Killan’s place.Well, now, Killian’s no longer in the picture. I’m all alone.The distant music coming from the ballroom is clear evidence that I’ve lost him to my sister.I always lose everything to Nadia. My life, my position, possession, you name. My sister is always in the spotlight. Our dad's favorite.Remembering how my father locked me up, and the mock-smile Nadia sent my way while I was being taken away
Logan’s POV. I’m fucked, I scream in my head as I guide Rain’s hand over her sex, making her touch herself.I’ve been fucked from the moment I realize she’s masturbating under the water. I felt the strong urge to take off my clothes, dive into the stream, and kiss the sensitive spot beneath her ear while I slam into her from behind.I save that fantasy of mine, focusing back on my little mate as she rocks her sex under the water.Even though she’s several meters apart, I can smell the heady scent of her arousal and it jags my nerves.I hurtle back into the darkness when I figure out she’s looking to know if someone’s watching her.My mouth gape and I drool when her left nipple peeks from under the water. It looked firm, and sexy. I want to grasp those titties while I suck the rosebud nipple into my mouth.Hmmm, so fucking good, I hum watching her pretty face twist at the roaming pleasure she feels.I couldn’t let this one chance pass me by. I needed to be close to her this one time
Rain’s POV. “Ahh,” I grunt, gnashing my teeth together as I climb over the ledge again, getting back inside the attic. My little moment of peace was ruined when Professor Logan showed up. He messed with my senses and had the nerve to say such brutal words. I shouldn’t feel hurt by what he said but I can’t help it.What exactly makes me so highly attracted to a man who clearly doesn’t want me? The professor thinks too highly of himself and I hate it. Yet my body erupts with sparks whenever he's within reach, dammit! Remembering what he did to me out there? How he made me finger myself, I know another sex with him isn’t going be bad. My body wants it. If he so much hates the sight of me, why can’t he just stay away?Thinking that, something tells me the professor likes me. But how do I confirm my theory? Grumbling, I march my feet on the last ledge and slide into the attic through the window. I huddle over the floor for some time, thinking about our sinful act back in the woods.
Logan’s POV. Mr. Grant’s face pales instantly and his mouth and eyes open like an eagle’s wings. The man’s heart is hammering precariously in his chest. No matter how brave they act, they’re still vulnerable before my kinds. Cutting his eyes away from me, Mr. Hanks faces the shivering people. “Ladies and gentlemen.” Mr. Hanks's voice booms as the people look up to him for words of assurance. “I'm deeply sorry about the turn of events. However, I assure you that orderliness will be maintained and your security is rest assured.” The people’s heads shake as they all nod. Mr. Hanks continues his words of encouragement but I can’t stop thinking who is the wolf that did this? Was it Tiago? But no, Tiago has already lost his wolf for a long time now. He’s basically human now. Can it be Lester? Before the thought can cement, my eyes magnet with my beta's across the room. Sure, I had invited him over to the party for moral support and the surprised gaze he throws at me confirms he didn
Rain's POV. "I told you I'll be there in five minutes, Kylie. Just give me some more time, okay?" I rasp into the phone as I gather my books together into my bag. I'm trying to catch up on all that I've missed since Logan and I went on a trip to the city. "Okay, please...hurry," Kylie mutters and for a moment I pause. She sounds tense. Her voice is clipped. I wonder what happened to her? I sigh and nod even though she can't see me. "Alright, girl." I intone. Once the line goes off, I drop the phone from my ear but I don't stop staring at the screen as I wonder what could've made Kylie so worked up. I exited the library a little faster than I thought and boarded a cab to the nearby Cafe where Kylie insisted we meet. After giving the driver his paycheck and veering around, my eyes scan the area. It's midday, so the Cafe seems a little empty. Through the wall-to-ceiling windows, I see Kylie in the far corner, biting her nails. Instantly, I deduce something's wrong. Kylie never bi
Third Person POV. The mayors all took their respective seats in the dungeon as Sebastian and his crew came in with boxes in their hands. The mayors' bodies were roped with tension. Desperate to hear what news Sebastian brought. They flew all the way here when Sebastian informed them of his return from Greece. "Mayors," Sebastian greeted. "Welcome back, Sebastian," Mr. Fell was the one to respond with words. Mr. Hanks stood up, propping his hands behind him. "I trust you brought good news?" He questioned, body zinging with anticipation. Augustine stood by the side, watching what was happening. The eagerness to get the production of Fomorrh started has him buzzing on the inside. Distant cries of the werewolves rang out throughout the dungeon. A sound they'd gotten used to. "Aye, mayor." Sebastian responded, setting up the box on the table in front of the mayors. The remaining three stood to their feet, inching closer to the table. As Sebastian uncapped the lid, the four pairs o
Rain's POV. "Two glasses?" I blurt out, staring at Logan with wide eyes. I can't believe he'd want me to down two glasses of what I'm sure will be alcohol. "Yes, baby. Two glasses! You have any problem with that?" "Certainly!" I gush, flushing at the way the bartender startled at my rushed words. I turn to the guy who seems to be my age mate and flash him a grin. Turning back to Logan, I whisper through gritted teeth. "I could get drunk, Logan!" He brushes into a fit of laughter at my words, his chest vibrating. "Oh, that'd make tonight more fun!""How?" Then Logan leans in and whispers in my ear, "Because drunken sex they say is usually fun and I'd love to try it. With you." He winks at me as he pulls away, making my brows furrow. Jeez, his words are so powerful they make my clit tingle. I find myself swallowing before turning stiffly to the glasses the bartender has served us. I grab mine and before I down a sip, I glare at Logan and murmur just enough for only him to hear. "J
Rain's POV. Logan takes me around Brooklyn, my eyes are as wide as saucers as I take in the mesmerizing cityscape. I bask in the music and dances of the street entertainers, loving every bit of their show. Our hands are linked together, Logan never intending to let me go. Hm, I love it. I love that he can't stop loving me. And I love the way I love him. Taking the sidewalk, I let him indulge me after throwing a question at him. "So, were these cities in existence centuries ago? How did you find out about it?" And then he launches into a long explanation about how his father once figured out there was someplace other than their packs centuries ago. His father had believed it to be harbored by their kinds but was disappointed when it turned out to be inhabited by humans. The humans were a spectacle to them back then. Just as the Slayers saw werewolves as a spectacle when they found out about the existence of werewolves during their exploration. Logan made me understand that his f
Rain's POV. "Right, I'll be there in jiffy," I whisper into my phone and swiftly hang up just as I climb down the stairs of the manor. My heart is palpitating while I'm attempting to sneak away.It's precisely twelve a.m. but Logan has promised me a trip to New York, and I seriously don't want to miss that. Heart in my throat, I watch out for Mrs. Sinai in the living room and kitchen. A grateful sigh shudders from me when I see the coast is here. Then I gravitate to the door surreptitiously and flick the handle. Oh, thank you, goddess, I murmur with a smile inside me just as I make it outside the house. I watch out for the guards. Of course, I already know they'll be roaming the manor grounds, keeping guard but I already know how to escape under their noses. With that, I dive through the hidden spots until I reach the fence ringed with vines and ivy. I hold onto the trellis and climb up, making sure not to slip. I'd gone over this midnight escape over and over in my mind, and t
Rain's POV. My eyes are owl-wide at the spectacle before me. I can barely breathe through my nostrils, hence, my parted lips play the role. An array of tulips line the edge of the mountaintop. I step forward, admiring the beautiful flowers with every simple touch. It feels so amazing. Plucking one, I perch over my nose and sniffle, the soft scent radiating throughout my body. I can't believe Logan had this prepared just for me. I navigate through the flowers until I reach the middle where the picnic has been set. Different varieties of foods have been set up on the mat. But what literally threw me off guard was the flowers constructed with four words. I love you, Rain. That has my heart spiking and unthinkingly, I turn and peer up at Logan who's standing stiff behind me.His face is pinched with worry which surprises me. "Is something wrong?" I blurt out, gazing at him and then at the beauty sprawling around me. "I know this isn't enough, baby. Look, being ancient, I barely
Logan's POV. "Are you sure she's going to like it?" A deep frown crease my brows as I stare at the array of tulips surrounding the makeshift bed I've made with Lester. We've been on this for a few days and now is the time it gets executed. Sure, my beta and I are ancients, so it's taking a lot for us to know modern things that are suitable for this picnic I want to take my mate on."I guess she will. Didn't you hear what the florist said? Women of this modern age love tulips." I shake my head at him, a snarky response building at the back of my throat. "She said women love flowers, but you chose to go for Tulips." His face twitches somewhere between a grown and resignation. "Well, I was guessing the Luna will acknowledge it." He quips in, shrugging his shoulders. "I hope she does, else I'm gonna make you eat those up." Lester growls at my words but I keep my expression lethal, waiting for him to spill those words lining his mouth. Quickly, he swallows it back, twisting his head
Rain's POV."So, students, that'll be all for today." Logan's voice booms across the class. Everyone rises up from their seats, hurrying out of the class. Kylie's hot on my tail, clearly curious about what I promised to tell her today.I wink salaciously at Logan as I shoulder past him in front of the class. His eyes burn a track on my skin, and before long, I feel my cell phone ding in my bag. "Are you going to give me the gist already?" Kylie spews out, falling into step beside me. I hold back my grin as I reach out for my phone. "Gosh, I hate that you're making me wait, ugh!" "I told you to be patient, girl...I'm still gonna tell you but it was to be done secretly." I say to her, walking backward in front of her. Her eyes home in on my face, wrinkles marring her features. "Oh, don't say I didn't warn you. You're going to crash into someone..." Just before she could finish, my back crashed into someone. A warbled cry pulls out of my mouth at the impact. A strange kind of dizzi
Rain's POV.It's almost time. I peel my eyes away from the grandfather clock hanging on the wall in Logan's mansion. A strange kind of darkness surrounding me. The full moon is out, poised to suck the life out of me. My chest is so constricted, that breathing isn't in any way an option. My time on earth is almost over. I guess what I truly am is a curse after all.It's just that no one saw it in that light. If existing means someone else's death, then I shouldn't exist at all especially if it's Logan. He's the only one who ever truly loved me even before I figured out what I truly am. I puff out a long string of breath, my hand reeling over the rose with split thorn I plucked from the garden specially for Logan. Glimpsing at my father, the beta, the healer, and a few of the pack members, I stalk to the pyre that holds Logan's decaying form. The tears rush out of my eyes in rivulet, smearing the makeup on my face. Yes, I applied makeup, the last one I'd ever do. My heart is sullen