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."Ouch!!" I grimace when Lester places me on the passenger seat and shuts the door. He doesn't even look apologetic for what they did to me. For kidnapping me. I swear to the heavens, I'm going to sue Logan for this. While Lester tries to round the car to the passenger side, I rush to see if I can open the door but that's futile. It's damn locked. I hit the widow, however, with just one strike of my knuckle against it, I feel pains ricochet throughout my whole body. Grimacing, I frown my face and grit my chattering teeth. "Are you okay, Luna?" Lester spits when he slides into the car and sees me. He grabs my hand immediately and starts massaging it."What did you just...call me?"Luna? What does that even mean? Eww, this guy acts so weird, I can't seem to wrap my head around it at all."I...uh...that's..." He stutters, trying to change the topic but my daggering eyes make him drone on. "It means. A beauty in distress." Hearing that, my whole face reddens like tomatoes.
Logan's POV. I take a huge sigh as I watch my beta throw Rain over his shoulder, carrying her out of the alley. Rain being stubborn, kicks and thrashes, demanding to be let down. Lester, however, doesn't yield to her antics. He obeys my orders. With them gone, I head back inside to tackle the business we came here for. I still drool with excitement over the search we are about to do at the manor. I need to find the moonstone. I know my father will be infinitely proud of me wherever he is, knowing I'm doing what's right. Unlike before, the bar is more noisy now, and the music is blasting harder than it was before.I weave my eyes around in search of Tiago and the hacker who brought us here in the first place.Hands in pockets, I stand by the aisle opposite the restroom as I monitor until someone bumps into me from behind. "Crap!" She hisses and when I turn I realize it's Kylie. "Huge man! Blocking the passageway is not a nice behavior..." She slurs, clucking her tongue as she appl
Logan’s POV. Everywhere is quiet, clouded by the stench of death. The fire crackles endlessly on the fireplace, the embers flaring mindlessly while Tiago and I stand still watching the two bodies lying still on the sofa. My teeth grit hard as does my heart. It’s taking everything in me not to shed a tear. I still cling to that hope that it’s not over yet.I can’t lose her. I can’t lose my mate and Luna. She means the world to me right now. However, that incessant voice in my head keeps telling me it’s going to happen all over again. I’m going to watch my mate die just like I watched my family die. Rage and hopelessness bubbles inside me, bearing me down. Turning in fury, I punch the wall of the fireplace and howl. No, goddess no! You just gave me my mate, I can’t lose her just yet. I can’t lose her! No matter how much I howl in my mind, nothing happens. The goddess stands above the sky, watching as the cold hands of death take the only woman that keeps me together. Shreddin
Rain's POV. I'm screaming at the top of my voice, thrashing against the seat belt as the car speeds toward the bridge.Don't move further. We're going to die. I'm going to die! The words rumble with an endless whirl in my mind. It's about to end. Everything I've lived for. My heart hammers against the wall of my chest, threatening to escape its confines. No matter how I scream or thrash my hands against the seat belt. No matter what I do, death still stands in wait for me. I watch with dreary eyes as the car speeds past the guardrail and we tumble into the river. Cold suffuses me. But what snuffs my life out of me more is the water. It's clawing fast around me, spelling death. I try to whoosh them out but it's nearly impossible.The moment I quit trying, darkness consumes me, taking me further into its abyss of doom. I'm doomed. _I gasp, propping up with force at the dream. My eyes whip open and I'm greeted by the harsh morning sunlight. "Eww," Hissing, I bash my eyes close
Logan's POV. Lester bustles into my hotel room, all fast breath and sweaty. His iPad rests in his hand. His muscled biceps flexes given how the sleeveless shirt he's wearing leaves his arms exposed. I've just finished bathing, eager to prepare and dive into our next hunting destination. Days have bled into weeks with Lester and I searching for Ivy across the world. The bitch vanished after her stinging betrayal, leaving no trace. Her right-hand man, Vistus, is the one running the diaries while Ivy jumps from one place to another. She knows I'm hunting her, and I won't stop until I find her. I gaze at Lester who mindlessly treads closer to me, blurting out. "I guess I know Ivy's current location." Lester announces and hearing those words makes my belly summersault."How? Let me see," I dart close and snatch the iPad from him, zooming the screen to see the images lurking in it. There's a male news reporter welding a microphone as he blabbers about the new death wave in their com
Third Person POV. The metal bars jangled as Mr. Ford rushed towards it, trying to flutter it open. The others stood behind him, tensed as Riot shoved forward. All baser instincts. Nothing that reeked of Rain's human side remained. "Fucking open the door!!!" Mr. Grant wailed. Hands shaking, the door suddenly seemed too hard to push open. Curses spilled from Ford's mouth as he fumbled with the locks. "Awolllll!!!!" Riot saw darkness, spurred by anger and revenge.Immediately after that growl, announcing her presence, she struck!!! Long, spiked tail swept through the air, striking the Slayers. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open in fear, the men buckled and fell face flat on the ground with a heart-stopping thud. Winces and sputtered words of anger reverberated across the room, coming from them."Fucking Christ!!!" Mr. Fell bolted up, his midriff ripped open and blood fell alongside his bowels. "Fucking fuck! Hanks. Fuck Hankson, my belly. Oh shitttt...." His words dulled to a slur as he
This chapter has triggers.Third Person POV. "It's all done, mayors," Sinai announced when she emerged in the chamber where the mayors were. Their eyes glinted with intent. Smiling hugely, Mr. Hanks dropped his glass of wine on the side table which landed with a clink. "So, she's all prepared to receive us?" He asked Sinai. The older woman nodded, her head hunkered. Despite Rain's refusal to comply with the instructions ladled out, the obedience drug injected into her water had made Rain pliant, ready to be taken by the mayors. "As you ordered, mayor," She intoned. A short, contemptuous laugh whispered from across the room, coming from Mr. Grant. "That's impressive news." He rose, adjusting the invincible crease on his shirt. "I can not wait to dive into that gracious cunt of goodness." Silence met his words, making him veer around to face the others. "Is there a reason for the delay, friends?" Before performing the ritual, it was of prime importance for them to feed sexually
Logan's POV. The car tires scream over the asphalt as I drive into the manor. Hastily, Lester and I alight from the car, slamming the doors shut. My gaze roams around the manor as the guards and patrolling officers begin to come our way, guns pointing directly at us. This was their plan all along. The fucking Slayers. Lester rounds the car until his back slams against mine, making us one against our enemies. The men are uncountable, poised to strike. Lester's breaths permeate my ears as we both take in the advancing enemies. "What should we do, alpha?" He questions, rage seething beneath his skin. They took Rain. They took my Luna. Darkness crawls the edges of my vision as I imagine what pain she must be suffering. No, I can't let these men win me. I can't let them take the gift of the goddess to me-- my mate. Rage spurred to the surface, I growl, "Kill them!" At that, Lester and I roar and shift Into wolves before the men. Then the carnage begins. Roaring into the dark sk
Rain’s POV. “You know, it still surprises me how you managed to hide your true self from me, Rain, despite all I did to trigger you…” Mr. Hanks says, coming closer to me.The wave of anger I feel deep inside me as I stare up at him causes me to spit on his face. Mr. Hanks's eyes darkened. Slowly, his fingers creep up his face and he gently dabs at the slimy liquid. The guards tighten their hold on me, waiting for an order from the mayor. The rest of the Slayers bash me with hateful glares, I feel it dribbling down my joints. Veering my eyes back at Mr. Hanks when I hear him laughing, my lips curl downward.He doubles over again, laughing harder. My face turns beet red as I wonder the reason for the laughter. When he ceases to laugh, he pierces me with his devouring gaze. “This…is such a deja vu moment, Rain.” He boisterously says, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean?” I growl, fighting against the bruising hold of the guards. Mr. Hanks heaves a breath and then hums, “Yulia
Rain's POV. I turn to the next page of the book I've been reading since morning, huffing as I bask in the captivating scenes. Gosh, I've been waiting for so long for the main characters to share their first kiss. Now that it's about to happen, my interest piques and I settle deeper into the chair and cross my legs. Then I savor the words. His possessive words and touch. I don't know when I giggle so loud that the student beside me in the library curses and barks. "Can you keep it down? You ain't the only one reading!" "Oops, apologies," I chatter out and briskly pin my eyes back on the pages of the book. Ohh, the chemistry between them is so powerful, it makes me bite down on my lip. Ahh, I practically shrieked when his lips finally met with hers. The kiss started out slow before turning into a frenzy. And the girl's moan is the perfect sound in such a quiet environment. I don't understand how I can hear it go off in my head. Unknowingly, my shrieks became loud again. It must
Third Person POV. A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. "At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber."Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be call
Logan's POV. I take a moment to swallow down my beating pulse, my desperation, before uttering. "The Slayers have my father hostage in the dungeon." A slight pause. Then, "I'm thinking he is the one the Slayers' eternal life is bound to."I feel Lester alternating his gaze between me and the witches. Aphrodite scoffs but I don't flinch. I'll do all I can to free my father. The thought of him being in that dungeon for the past two centuries clenches my heart.He wasn't dead all this while I thought I had lost him. I've one family member remaining. One I need to save at all costs. "That has nothing to do with us, alpha Logan. We cannot risk our lives for you or any other..." I barge forward, teeth gritted. "I...am...willing to do all I can just for you to help me. Anything possible, you name it, Aphrodite." My chest is heaving from how hard I breathe. She has to agree. She has to help me. "You don't understand, you do?" Her eyes flare when she looks back at me. Fiercely, Aphrodi
Logan's POV. I erect from the couch I'm lounging on the moment I feel the first sting of Sun rays on me. My eyes narrow as I turn and look out the window. It's fucking morning! I tell myself, feeling the ugly hands of doom on my biceps, it stretches down to my heart. The feeling causes me to pant as I look down at the bottle of Scotch in my hand. I'd drank it down in half. The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match t