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. Being in Logan’s room is like being in his inner world. My feet pad on the tiled floor as I approach his walls filled with art images.I never knew my professor to be a lover of art but with what I’m seeing, it’s damn obvious he is. My eyes widen with several people drawn on the frames. Images of what looks like a family. I see a woman with bleach blond hair, smiling eyes and graciously riped lips. She looks exceptionally demure and unapologetically beautiful. The kind of beauty that people can hardly resist. What strikes me to a halt is her uncanny resemblance to Logan. Her eyes are a sharp silver color. Taunting yet gentle just like Logan’s. Trailing my eyes further down the picture, I see the words scribbled in what looks like an ancient language. My finger casts a feather-light touch over the words but no matter how I force myself to understand it, it’s impossible. What language is this? How does Logan even understand this? I stalk away from the woman’s image a
Logan’s POV. Desperate times call for desperate measures. After what happened to Lester and my mate, I had a few of my trusted pack members move over here—the head servant and two of my gammas, Heath and Gunner. I need them here to help out in security. Once Lester is awake, he’ll explain to us what exactly happened to them. Ryat found out it was wolfbane that was sprayed on Lester. That fucking substance has always been a threat to my people.I gather Irene and the gammas together and instruct them on what to do and what not to do, especially saying things about who we are to Rain. I can’t believe I almost told her that earlier. Fuck, I don’t know how she’s going to take the news. Hell, I don’t even know how the hell she’s going to buy the idea that she’s a lycan. I thought lycans didn’t exist, but what Ryat said earlier altered my belief. I’ve to find out more about lycans. The fact that Rain doesn’t show any sign of being one makes me doubt Ryat’s words. Fisting my hands tog
Rain’s POV. My mouth is full with Logan’s hard cock. Drool running down the sides of my face. I groan, licking him up like he ordered me. Fuck, he tastes so good.My wet tongue sliding up and down his veiny dick. He grunts, the sound filing through the closet. When I reach the base of his manhood, my tongue swirl in teasing circles, and his hips roll, making his dick push further into my mouth. I gag, not seeing it coming in the first place. Logan whispers a curse. I feel his eyes trailing the movement of my tongue around the base of his dick with my lips tucked around his girth. I look up in time to meet with his gaze. They’re hard and dark, it pulls at the strings of my heart seeing him lost in the pleasure I offer him. Eyes locked, I breathe around his member, and reaching up my hand, I curl it around his base. The movement is so sensuous, that Logan grunts feverishly, head thrown back in bliss. I’ve read books about how girls gave good blow jobs, and I’m just about practicin
Logan’s POV. “What’s there to explain, alpha? You already broke the rules.” I rub my brows at her words. I know I messed up the laws but it’s fucking hard to keep up with the rules when I’m with Rain. “You know, alpha Yazi, your father doesn’t take issues like this lightly…” “Fuck, I know.” I do know about those little punishments my father rained on the pack member back when things were still moving well here in Oakdale.My father intentionally delays the mating ceremony of the pair for three full moon nights. He does that to ensure rules are followed. Well, too bad, he’s not here and this time around, I am the alpha, which means I can make new rules. “Well, considering I’m the alpha now, I’ll change the rules. And stopping mates who are yet to conduct their mating ceremony from finding pleasure from each is hereby ruled out.” A small smile breaks out on Irene's face at my words. The woman knows me well. I defile laws back when I was under the tutelage of my father, and that’s
Third Person POV. *Two days later.*The manor was full of activity as always. Servants scampered around, ensuring that their duties were delivered as expected.Those in the fields are under the tutelage of Sinai. She inspected them and their every move.Heaps of harvested crops were being herded into the manor, tucked safely away in the storeroom under the watchful guidance of the guards.As the morning sun towered brightly over the manor from the sky, the mayor, Mr. Hanks stood in front of the huge mirror in his chamber, grunting with discontent as the servants bustled and rustled around him in the name of preparing him for the business trip he as well as the other rulers were embarking on. It had been ages they had been expecting to hear news from the facility in Scottsdale. Fortunately, the facility sent a message just a few days ago inviting them to head over to the facility. There, another prototype had been made by their scientists and they needed to be there and watch as the
Third Person POV. Scottsdale was another city that harbored the secrets of the Slayers. Filled with trusted fellows, the Slayers had a lot of properties here, even their greatest enemies had no single hint about. Here in Scottsdale, the Slayers had their tech company operating under an anonymous name. It was the modern era, and security had passed, with only guards mounted in the town, manor, or his room. The game changed into technology and they also changed. Two centuries back, it took their united efforts to ruin the wolves. Mr. Fell, he had been the most intellectual amongst them. He was the one that invented the ballista trap, the machine that helped them during their war with the supernatural. Now though, things have shifted hands. About three decades ago, they launched their newest facility in Scottsdale. A place known to only the council members. With the tech company and facility running with their underground sex ring, the Slayers began trapping wolves across North A
Logan’s POV. I finish my morning exercise on the mansion grounds, sweating profusely. My wolf feels this strange sort of excitement because we both know tonight is when we will, by luck, find the moonstone. I can’t wait to possess my full alpha powers once I lay my hands on that stone. I fish out my flagon and draw a sip of water to wet my throat.Just as I’m doing that, I hear the incoming car engine. I gently push the flagon away from my lips and watch as Lester exits the car with hacker, Hanson. The young human flits his eyes around the mansion in awe, before settling them on me. “Man, I never knew you'd have this kinda money...” He trails as Lester drags him forward. “Hey, man, stop dragging me…” He nags with a hiss.“sorry, but we’ve got no time for admiration now…” Says Lester as they pause before me. “Hello, alpha…” “Thanks for bringing him, beta.” I tell Lester even as I examine Hanson. I’m sure Tiago must have left with the rulers for the business trip. We actually don