Logan's POV. After a long two-day drive from Oakdale town, Lester and I finally arrived in Chicago. Everywhere is bustling with activities. Nightlife here in Chicago is very amplified and intense from Oakdale. There are several street activities going on. From its appearance, it looks like a music festival. The whole town people are dressed in several shades of colors. The women dressed slutty in mini skirts with fringes. Some had horn crowns on their heads. The men bear trumpets, blowing them into the air. There are some that hang by their apartment balconies, watching the street show as they cheer. As Lester and I pass, we have confetti thrown down on us."Woah!!" Lester chuckles, his eyes gleaming while he watches the show. "Chicago never stops to amaze!" He blurts, his eyes pinned on the group of girls twerking their waists to the music. Chicago is Ivy's town. She rules the place. Ivy is the oldest Vampire alive. She's about two thousand years old, making her the stronges
Logan's POV. We're both seated in the dining room. The servants have served us meals, sauteed vegetables, raw meat and an array of other dishes. Ivy's glass is filled with blood and she takes a dainty sip of it while staring longingly my way. I know she's intentionally delaying me from seeing the witch, Aphrodite. Ivy wants to have her way with me, I can tell by the scent of her arousal burning into my nostrils. She's putting on a maroon halter top sundress, her nipples, erect, peeks through the dress. “Tell me more about your stay at Oakdale, my love.” I grimace at her question. Across the room, I see my beta glaring her way. Ivy made sure to bring girls to serve Lester. Even though their mouths are busy sucking my beta, it still isn't enough to distract my beta. His eyes on me, watching and keeping tabs. “It's not a fun one.” I state, balling my hands. “It sucks being in my home but seeing it being occupied by humans.” Ivy's eyes shine with pity. She takes a breath and reac
Logan's POV. "No, I'm afraid, we can not involve ourselves with Sinai!" Aphrodite remarks, rising on her feet. The rest of the witches gather around her, watching me with blazing eyes. Ivy is silent, quietly releasing her anger into the air. Lester, on the other hand, emerges on his feet. Worry grows in his eyes. I turn to face the witches, my eyes pleading. "Please, we need your help to win against them." "It is against our nature to help your kinds, alpha. However, in this case, we can't pit ourselves against the greatest of our kind. A witch stronger than Amelik herself." Silence. Then. "You do not know what it means to have a dark magic. If we choose to fight her...all of us will die." Fear sizzles in the air, coming directly from the witches. I see them glaring at Aphrodite not to accept to do this. They loved their lives and family. That isn't something they're willing to lose. "She killed twelve of our kind. And twelve of yours. Do you know what that means?" She asks me.
Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him.Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato. The school professor had told him about the welcome party taking place tonight and with all pleasure, Marcel wanted to be there. Of course, he didn't want to attend just for the fun of it. He wanted to attend and take the girl whose thoughts had lived rent-free in his mind. Rain, the girl was such a wonder. A beauty to bask, and full of energy someone of his status wanted. Marcel didn't just feel an attraction for her. He was convinced the girl could be his mate. He had always imagined how hurt and betrayed Logan would
Rain's POV. Blood is everywhere. Screams billow into the air and a huge stampede follows. All the students are running around for their lives. My heart pulsates. Panic seizes my thinking ability and I do everything on autopilot. Bullets rain all around us. Glasses shattering, drinks pouring. "Omigod!!!" People cry. I do my best to hide behind a fallen table. My throat closes up, I can't let out a scream even if I want to. For a breath of time, I realize my cheeks are wet. Goodness, I've been crying! Sharp hands dab at my cheeks. I force my gaze to focus so I can find a means to escape. I honestly don't know when I left Yato's side. I don't know if he has been shot or not. Hell, what's going on? I search for my phone to call my father but I can't find it. "Where the fuck are you!!!?" I snap angrily, turning my bag upside down but I can't find anything. The town patrollers, where are they? Frustration tightens my belly. I peek around me, looking as everyone scampers away.
Logan's POV. Yato's body and mine collide with force, but I topple him over. Tackling him to the ground, I land three heavy punches on his face. He grunts in pain.His lips split open and blood oozes in a relentless spiral. He dabs his frail hand over his split lips and watches me with hatred burning in his gaze. “I let you live. I warned you to stay the hell away from her!” Is my roar as he attacks me again. We both crash against the car, the window breaking. The shards of glass cut into my skin. I only grimace. My anger for what could have happened to Rain fueled my next attack.I wasn't about to come for the so-called party but when I heard from Tiago Rain pulled up here tonight, I drove the car down here with vigor. I needed to protect my girl. I needed to see her after a few days of being away. Yato's strength doesn't match up to mine, of course. I grab the nape of his neck and crush his face against the jagged windowsill of the car. A tortured wail slips from his mouth.
Rain's POV. I roar a laugh at Kylie's voice coming through the phone. My feet strut down the scanty hallway that leads to the changing room. I've just finished my sword-training with Logan and I smell like sweat and grime. Even though Nadia seems to have changed in the past few days, we are still pitted to fight against each other. My father doesn't want to relent. As far as I know, his hatred for me still runs deep. I have a few bruises from the attack at Cryptwood manor but he never cared to check on me. He was all in for Nadia. At best, he turned me into Nadia's personal caretaker. Although, Nadia has turned a new leaf. Regardless, it doesn't erase the fact that no matter what I do, our father will never regard me as anything. Nadia is the superior in his eyes. She probably will always be. “No, jokes apart Rain. I can't hear you changing your clothes and the food is getting cold!” Kylie's voice penetrates through my fogged mind. I push through the door of the changing ro
Rain's POV. Three days have gone by and I haven't met with Killan. What should I have done? I've been worried that Killan will expose me like he said he would but I've not heard rumors flying around. I did my very best to avoid coming in contact with him. I also didn't tell Logan. I don't know what he'll do if I tell him. Because of this problem, I've secluded myself inside my room for the past three days until this evening. Mrs. Sinai came earlier bearing an invitation for dinner from the manor. To say I was surprised was putting it lightly. This has never happened before. I've never had breakfast at the manor with my father. Was it him that brought up this idea? I worry my lower lip between my teeth. If my father were the one who organized this dinner, then I wouldn't refuse to show up. Once it was time, I dressed up and moved outside, heading to the manor. The smell of dough blasts into my nose as soon as I walk up the cobblestone stairs and into the manor. The servants
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
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
Logan's POV. The air smells like the old times. It's still untouched, save for the huge mansion that sits in the middle of the clearing. Nostalgia hits me square in the face, and I remember the times the pack members would gather around and watch Marcel and I showcase our strength through our fists, claws, and fangs. To me, it was a mere match of entertainment but to Marcel, it was of dominance and superiority. I thought he was among the family I lost, fortunately he isn't. But unfortunately, he'll die by my hands tonight. Blade howls before the mansion and rapidly jumps over the fence. He attacks the first set of guardsmen standing by the entrance. My wolf tears into their souls, ripping it out with his maw and sharp fangs. Cries of pain assail the air. I kill as I aim for the entrance but more men attack. Gunshots ring out and I duck, restrategizing as I attack. The onslaught is bloody. Bones crunch under my fangs. Skin rips under my claws. Just as a bullet makes its way ov
Logan's POV. The car tires screech over the asphalt as I drive into the school. Everywhere is a mess, with blood, receding fire, and low whimpers of pain. The scent of blood, burnt flesh and metal slither into the air around us. Horror fills me as I stand, aghast at what I'm seeing. It happened again, and this time, I was not able to catch the attackers. This right here looks more like a rogue attack. They took us unawares.My heart clenches at the thought of Rain and I begin skimming through the bodies on the ground. I maneuver over the broken chairs, tables, and glasses, looking out for my Luna. “Lester, help me find Rain!!” I order my beta.I try all I can not to let this sorrow numb my legs from moving. Rain just can't be dead. Instead of sorrow, I let revenge fill me up and I search tirelessly for her. She must be somewhere, I tell myself while I look. I hear the blaring sirens, informing me about the ambulance and town patrollers heading toward the school. I was just on
Third Person POV.Marcel and his armies have regrouped for the past few days, drafting out plans on how to launch the biggest strike the Slayers never saw coming. Not just that but he wanted to take Logan by surprise this time around and take his most cherished person. This was Marcel’s plan to kill two births with just one stone.He had taken time to study the school map and know the hidden pathways that would serve as their escape route once their mission had been accomplished and Marcel had discovered the hidden bunkers beneath the school.He positioned his soldiers there, giving them instructions not to let anyone else in. With everything well strategized, Marcel roared.“At the ding of the town’s bell, we’ll strike. Kill anyone or anything on site. But remember, get the girl!”“Yes, sire!” Roared the soldiers.They were lurking around in the woods, waiting for the bell to sound. Today the school was celebrating its hundred years anniversary and a fleet of cars and hordes of peopl
Logan's POV. “Alpha, the Luna is here to see you.” Lester's voice comes in through the mind link and I smirk. It's not been long since I teleported to Rain's room to keep the flowers I had gotten for her. I seriously wasn't expecting her to come here so soon but right now, that ignites my heart with joy. Oh, the best thing that happened to me today was coming across the relationship blog I saw today on the internet.That's where I learned that women love it when their man apologizes with a bouquet.” “Let her in,” I tell Lester as I brace myself for the sight of her. Swiftly, I drop my pen and emerge on my feet. Goddess help me, my heart is running a mile a minute! My cheeks expand with a smile. Even before Rain enters my office, her scent has already barreled into my nostrils. She smells so incredible. I'm well aware of the creases in my dress shirt and I start adjusting them, dusting off the speck of dust on my body. Then the door creaks open and I look up, threading my gaze
Rain’s POV. I run out of Logan’s office with my heart panting. I honestly thought I’d gotten over him but that’s a typical lie. It’s not as easy as I thought it’d be. He’s all I think about every minute of the day. The air I practically breathe. Gosh, what actually made me think I could ever get the hell away from him? I curse under my breath as I head over to the greenhouse. My fingers won’t stop grazing over my lips in the bid to feel those hot kisses he gave me just now. Staying two whole weeks without so much as a touch from him made me teeter toward the edge of insanity. Right now, my insides are burning up, scorching every corner of my being. Logan, gosh, you’ve really messed me up. I try to force myself to stop thinking about him but that seems like I’m pouring water on a damn stone. I can’t stop feeling things for him. Whenever I see him from a distance, my heart palpitates. The annoying voice in my head always seems to admire him a lot, whispering dirty ideas into my min
Logan’s POV.“What’s going on here?” I thunder just as I reach them. Rain practically gasps at the furious undertone of my voice.When she notices it’s me, her brows furrow slightly, you’d barely even know it’s there.“Nothing professor, Logan. We and Rain were having a nice chit chat…” One of the twins, Robin answers, quirking the corner of his up while glancing over at Rain.That adds to my fury. I sharply turn to them and sputter.“Flirting with a woman during lecture hours? Do you not know the consequences of your actions?” My voice is more high-pitched than I intended.Rain glowers at me, hating the fact that I suddenly brought up one of the rules and regulations of Oakdale High. From what I know, the twins were notorious in the university.“Professor, Logan. We were talking. There’s practically nothing lewd they said.” Rain chimes in and knowing she’s taking their side flares my anger. I know what she’s doing. She is trying to move on with her life and forget I ever existed. Li
Logan's POV. My goddess, I hum inside me as I take my mate's lips, kissing her within an inch of life. Hell, can I never get enough of her sweetness. Every fucking day, it increases. My whole body presses into hers while my hands scroll through the exposed parts of her flesh. My cock grows so hard with a vengeance. No matter how much my inner mind tells me to get a grip on my hunger and consider that Rain might still be hurt, it doesn't yield any effect. I just want to have her. Slipping my tongue out, I find hers with urgency and lock it tight. She moans low, endeavoring to meet the pace of my kisses. “Lo…gan…” She hums, but I don't give her the space to talk. I don't want to interrupt this moment of passion flowing between us. My hands grope for the globes of her ass. I fondle it as my hardened length burrows into her belly button. “We…are…” “Shhh, baby…just…let me kiss you…” I whisper to her and Rain's eyes glaze over. This time around, she's the one that initiates the kis