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
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
Rain's POV. I rush out of the car just as Kylie pulls up in front of my side of the manor. She falls in tow with me, panting. “What's going on, Rain? Talk to me, girl.” She's breathing fast as she runs along. I maneuver my way to the back of the manor, hurtling towards the woods. I need to be certain about my hypothesis before sharing. The only way to confirm this is if the wolf would be able to talk to me at all.Darkness shrouds us once we're in the woods and my footsteps falter when I mistakenly step over a log of wood. I almost double over but hold myself still. Kylie’s harsh breaths surround me as she helps me back to my feet. “Rain, listen to me. This is crazy. Whatever you're thinking, you’ll only end up hurting yourself!!”“You don’t understand, Kylie! There’s a wolf in there whose life is tied to them!!” I roar, breathing heavily in rapid succession.She furrows her brows at me. “Who's ‘them’?” She blurts. I try to open my mouth and respond to her question. To at least
Rain's POV. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I hasten my footsteps to match Zeus's in the hallway. The man had come to my side of the manor, informing me that my father had demanded to see me. It's been two days since my encounter with Kylie in the woods and I've been struggling to keep thoughts about my broken friend away from my mind. Whenever I remember him and the pains he was in, my heart shrinks with sadness. I truly wanted to save him. I just don't know how. Logan had been trying to reach out to me but I've done my best to avoid him. I can't stay with a liar such as him. Once we approach the end of the hallway that leads to my father's study, my pulse magnifies. Who in hell knows what he's about to tell me?I hate the sight of him and the other mayors. Deceitful set of men. Somehow I pray they'll be caught in their own game soon. "Enter. He's waiting..." Zeus's voice rings out and I pull away from my reverie. Taking a gulping breath, I walk into the office. The rich
Logan's POV. “When are we going to get my daughter away from him?” Tiago sits across from me in my study, asking. Sheer worry bead in his expression. For the past few weeks, the man has been lamenting about getting Rain away from the mayor's care. Hell, I’ve thought so deeply into that but it won't be as easy as it seems. Rain will hardly believe me, especially now she has severed ties between us.After her encounter with Marcel, my mate wants nothing to do with me ever again. I've tried to reach out to know the reasons for her actions but whatever effort I put in, it seems to scare her away even more. Now, I'm broken. More broken than I can put into words. While Tiago blabbers, I channel all of my focus on the students’ reports before me. I'm scribbling around the report aimlessly while my mind runs a mile a minute.How do win her heart back? How else do I gain her trust? I clutch the writing device firmly, scribbling away. Tiago's voice is a distant noise in my ears. All that
Rain's POV. Under the silvery gaze of the crescent moon and shimmery stars that alight the woods, Logan kisses me. His touch against my skin is tender, and his lips moving skillfully against mine is arousing. Something inside whimpers at the reconnection. The feeling is woven tightly around my chest and slowly it cracks down the walls of resistance I tried to build since I learned the truth about everything. A string of moans streams from my mouth just as Logan thrusts his deft tongue into mine. He swallows my cries of pleasure. His lips, tender, lock against mine with a fierce passion. What is he doing to me? It took all my willpower to stand before him and challenge him but the instant he touched me, my mind went haywire. Now, I'm pliant in his arms, a prisoner to his pleasure. Logan skates his hand lower down my belly where a fire of need has gathered. I try to press my legs together and prevent his hand from reaching my heat.Goodness, I might combust from a flick of his f
Logan's POV. She whimpers. She shudders, begging me for mercy but I grant her none. I eat Rain like a twelve-course meal. Like she's heaven, my heaven. The more pressure I add in sucking her pretty pussy lips into my mouth, the more she's torn between pushing me away and dragging me back on her sex. I chuckle at her indecisiveness, she doesn't know which choice to make. Hell, I make the choice for her by settling deeper in between her legs, pulling her calves over my shoulders, and making her ass peel away from the ground, and like the primitive beast I am, I devour her.My tongue lays flat against her clitoris and I tease her with my teeth. Embers of need cloud her skin as she explodes in ecstasy."Ouuuu, Logan...ohhh, please...more..." Her voice escapes her parted lip in breathless whimpers. As she arches her back, rolling unruly over the ground, Rain reaches out a hand into my hair. She fervently grabs my tresses with her palm and tugs my face into her core. "Eat me more...pl
Logan’s POV. Rain and I dive into the night, heading to the old woodmill. It’s time I showed her what my life was like before it was so brutally taken away from me by those she regards as her father and protector. I want to show her the family I could have had here with me.We drive through the empty, dark road in silence and when I peer at Rain, I can see the wheels turning in her head. I just let her make assumptions while I ruminate over my past. The drive to the place takes longer than usual but we eventually pull up at the dark woods that leads to the woodmil. We exit the car, slamming our doors. Crickets and other night birds hoot and caw as I round the car to Rain’s side. She’s darting her eyes around wonderingly, rubbing the chills away from her arms. “Where is this?” She asks, turning to face me. A lock of hair slips from her bun, falling into her face. I grab the hair and tuck it back into place. My fingers lock with hers as we gaze into the looming darkness that is th
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.