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
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