Logan’s POV. I spend the remaining time locked up in my office. Lester has left to carry out his duties. Successfully, I've managed to push my wolf back into its barricade in my mind and several glasses of neat bourbon did the trick too. Actually, when werewolves battle with their other side, one of the things that helps keep them in check is alcohol. It dampens the desire to tear into someone’s flesh. I pace my office, gulping the hot drink and grunting. When I feel good enough, I sit back on my swivel chair and start going through my students' files. That’s when I came across something creepy on Rain’s file. She has two files that were mistakenly put together. In one of the files, her surname was Rain Wolfer while in the other, her other name was Hanks. Confusion brim me and I wonder what kind of mistake would that be. However, I can’t shake off the knowledge that the name Wolfer sounds familiar. Is there a missing dot in Rain's life? My curiosity peaks and I begin to dig
Third Person POV. Yato spent the evening at his favorite bar, drinking wildly and dancing to the rhythm of the blaring music without a single care in the world. He felt extremely delighted this evening for reasons unknown to him. He flirted with the waiters as he usually did, loving the attention they gave him back equally. His frolicking mood got to his friends who now began to question him. “Why being so…carefree tonight?” Damon, the brown-haired one asked. “Nothing man!” He yipped, drinking his shot. His eyes trailed to the waitress in a short mini-skirt passing by. Shooting out a hand, he smacked her buttocks, enjoying the way she squealed. His throat was wet with hunger as he studied the waitress's buttocks. Who didn’t know him in the bar? Yato loved sneaking around with the servers there. “Are you sure? I mean today is especially different.” Damon shrugged, tweaking a brow before grabbing his drink. Smilingly, Yato tapped his friend on the shoulder. “Trust me, man. Thin
Kylie's POV. My friend, Rain is completely shy as we stand before Dark Side. We left the car so Lucien could park properly in the garage. Rain’s shivering, probably she’s regretting having come here with me but I did it to help her.Although Rain has no idea what I did behind her back today. Ever since I knew Rain, she had never had someone who genuinely loved her, well save for me. I love Rain and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make her smile. Aside from me, no one has ever truly loved my friend. Not her father and not her sister. And that trashy Killan too. When Killan came back to Oakdale about a year ago, I thought things would be different. I thought he felt genuine love for Rain but he ended up proving me wrong. This time around, I’m sure Rain feels something strong for Professor Logan and I needed to know if the man truly felt the same or if he's just like the rest. While I was informing Rain about the Dark Side in the school garage, I knew the professor was behin
Rain’s POV. Kylie brought me to a den of sin and temptation. I've never been in a room charged with so much sex hormones. The musky scents of the people enjoying themselves by taking pleasure from whoever they want assaults my senses. I stay dazed for a while, pretending to be drinking while I watch the scene. I’ve heard about swingers before, but this is my first time seeing them in real life. Married couples easily flirted and swung however they wanted. Every corner of the place is occupied. The only safe place happens to be the stage where strippers are whirling their flexible bodies like a vortex. Their asses jut into the air. Some men and women gather around the edge of the stage, sending their palms on their asscheeks. Some even insert a finger into the strippers' wet hole. That momentarily relief was cut short when ten Male strippers took the stage. My throat goes dry instantly when I see their cocks packed finely in their speedo. But what has me growing significantly we
Logan’s POV. My feet patter down the floorboards as I walk outside, closing my cufflinks. Lester isn’t where I left him. Hmm, he isn’t anywhere in the parlor too. Discarding the concern for my beta, I head outside. I have far more important things to bug myself with. My wolf gave me an ultimatum, find her or he goes into a comatose state. I can’t risk it for anything. The dark sky settles languidly over the dried earth and my moving feet stir wisps of dust as I amble to the garage. Surprisingly, standing before the rolling door of the garage is my beta, hands crossed over his groin. “Lester. What are you doing here?” I ask him with a slight huff of breath, aiming to get the key to my Audi from me. However, Lester skillfully avoids my reaching grips. “You look so good, alpha.” He says with humor, though his expression shows he meant every word he said. “Nice try. Can I have the keys now?” I attempt to grab it yet again but Lester draws back, saying.“Let me drive you there. With
The kinky room lays in a display of weird bondage sex images. My nerves are jumpy as I take in the models in bondage pants, chastity toys—especially the males, yokes, anal hooks, spreader bars, pussy clamps, bondage bed.I step closer, watching each of the pictures intently as my heart jack-knife against the wall of my chest. Grazing my fingertips at some of the pictures, I find out it’s somehow turning me on.Am I sort of insane? How can be so turned on seeing this?Granted, I’ve read several books on BDSM but I’ve never seen a picture or video on how it's being done.I swallow down the lump in my throat, unsure of what to expect from this one nightstand.I bring up the packet of condom and look sadly at it with a humming heart.That man out there looks like someone that can destroy me, can I really stand up to him?The flow of uncertainties through me nearly makes me gag out of fear. I pace to the window, watching the sprawling streets of Oakdale.I guess coming here tonight is a bi
Rain’s POV.I’m equal parts terrified and turned on by this man before me. For once in my life, I doubt someone’s true identity.Am I sure he is real? A human being?Am I sure those changes in his eye color are not real?I’m filled with uncertainties yet I’m spellbound by his gaze. He looks at me like a meal he wants to devour.My intuition never lied. The way he looked at me back at the stage it felt like he is the key to my destruction.It all feels like he can wreck me apart and put me back together. To think I love the idea of being ruined by him. Being ruined for other men.Professor Logan steps up to me, backing me up in the window pane. The buzzing and bustling of Oakdale people and town all tune out with him in my space. Larger than life. Dominating as a dictator.My nipples peaks with mind-blowing awareness, poking the fabric of the low cut trim dress I’m wearing.His Male and bergamot scent harasses my nostrils, sending tendrils of hunger through me. That hunger to lick up h
Rain’s POV.I soar high in bliss while I squirt all over the place with professor Logan’s fingers inside me.He draws out more orgasm from me with his hand. Sneaking this other hand through my naval, he finds my clit and runs his fingertips there with passion.“Yess, ohhhh, yes, daddy!” I shriek, my hair falling into my wet face.I hold the pane, digging my nails into the wood, uncaring about the stab of pains I feel.I’m only aware of the man behind me. In time, he withdraws his fingers from my hole.I hear him humming satisfactorily as he lick up his fingers. A look behind and I find out his eyes are sealed in pleasure.When he flutters them open, he offers me a smug smirk.“Fucking tasty.” He snaps, landing one last spank on my stinging butt-cheek. My body jerks forward, making my nipples graze the wooden window pane.Then I feel his gait budge slightly behind me before the head of his crown inject a dosage of pleasure through me when he slides it through my wet opening.“Fuckkkk.
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
Rain's POV."I thought you would chicken away this time." Killan's words reverberated around the clock tower and I twirled my head around, searching for his face until I saw him. That instant, my blood curdled and I did nothing but tighten my grip on the dagger. I had come prepared. I swore not to allow Killan to mess with me so I got something to protect myself. Thankfully, I'm slowly becoming an expert in wielding weapons. Today wouldn't be any different. That had been my thought before coming for the laundry event. Well, upon setting eyes on the number of guys Killan came with, all the confidence drained from me. It was all I could do to still hold onto my source of protection. Distantly, cheers vibrated from the town members. They were all ignorant of the war I was waging with Killan. Even Logan too. I didn't intend to inform him. I'd fight this alone. However, everything changed when Killan pressed into my space and smirked down at me sinisterly. "You've done well, prett
Logan's POV. I move into the woods, desperation seeping from my every pore. I wonder what had happened to Rain. I've a feeling she's in danger. My wolf prowls around in my head, wanting to break out on the surface. I poke my nose in the air, trying to trace her through her scent.At first, it seemed difficult. The air is clouded with several other scents. Human male scents to be precise. Much to my surprise, Rain’s scent is mixed with those potent human male scents. Damning all consequences, I shift Into my wolf just so I can detect the direction the scent is headed to. The instant Blade takes off, he growls softly and his nose sticks into the air. Then I smell it. Rain’s elderberry scent is dipped in fear and something else. A coppery tang of blood. Noticing that, my nerves spike in unbridled fear and my wolf paws down the woods, following the scent. Every step I take deeper into the woods, I see a trail of blood. “What the hell happened? Where are you Rain?” I chant repe
Logan's POV. I chase after her, panting hugely. She went towards the back of the clock tower. Using my wolf eyes, I scan the place. Thankfully, it's scanty. I gear up speed, running towards my mate. Kylie has fallen into steps beside Rain, saying something to soothe her. “Rain, wait, girl!” Kylie's voice blares in my ears. She holds Rain's wrist once they've turned the corner, putting a halt to her movement.“Just let me be, Kylie. I promise I'm fine!” She snaps at her friend. I swear, I can hear her heavy, angry puffs of air. From this distance, I can feel the flames of her irritation and anger. Goddess, what in the sky have I done? I shouldn't have let the girls speak to me let alone flirt with me.I curse myself over and over again, running to meet up with them before Rain runs off again. I hope she forgives me for this little mishap. Rain can be a lot more dangerous when she's angry. Once I strut past the turf to turn the corner, I hear Kylie saying. “Believe me, Rain.
Logan's POV. The servants have gathered my clothes and Lester's that are due for laundry, taking them outside to our car. Today is the town's laundry day and everyone is expected to join. I was surprised to hear about it yesterday because this was our tradition when we were once here. Centuries ago, the event was held at the pack house. Pups and adults would be lingering around, dancing in suds while the musicians played very good music with their instruments. It's unfortunate the Slayers learned of it and adopted it. One of the many things they adopted from us. I put on my gray slack and a black sleeveless shirt before making my way out of the room. I try to call Rain but her number isn't connecting. During dinner last night, I had a feeling something was wrong. I hated that I wasn't able to reach out to her because her father was there. Yet, I can't help but feel worried she's in trouble. Something's eating up at Rain and I must know what. This is one of the reasons I'm goin
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