Rain's POV. Again, I’ve been used, the thoughts flood my mind as tears purge from my eyes. Why does he keep acting like that with me? I can’t believe I've let myself be used roughly by men. First, it was Killan who made me fall head over heels for him and now it's my professor! Worse yet, I lose control of rational thoughts whenever I’m with Logan. It’s like everything in me is screaming to be by his side. All I ever reason is him, his touch and kisses.Then there’s this sizzling need to comfort him. What the hell is going on with me? My emotions are heightened. I can’t…I can’t control it.Shedding tears, I press my face into the window and close my eyes. Images of him fill my mind. His face had softened when I said those things on autopilot. I felt something crack down between us in that intense moment. Something I can’t define but I know it was there. My hand clutches at my chest, wanting to reach my rapidly beating heart. “Are you okay, Rain?” Mr. Clint’s voice rasps through
Rain’s POV. Fear has never felt this strong inside me. I never knew that fear can paralyze someone but now I’ve realized that. My God, I don’t know who's holding me prisoner in his arms but I can’t even protest as I’m paralyzed by fear. All I’m vaguely aware of is that the person is carrying me out of the dungeon with rapid steps. His heavy breath wisps through my face. I bite the inside of my tongue, searching for a means to stop my heart from racing so fast. We emerge in the woods with the stranger still carrying me. The moon has gone down which means I can’t even see the person’s face. “Let me go. Stop it!!” Finally finding the strength to agitate, I start bucking in the person’s arms. Whoever it is should let me go. Like a wall of resistance, the man refuses to let go. I buck and shriek, spearing my fingers into his skin but it appears useless because the person doesn’t buck. It takes forever for him to set me down on a fallen tree trunk. Immediately, I shoot to my feet,
Rain’s POV. “Seriously? This early?” I snort, looking through my window at Kylie who’s perched against her car with crossed legs, tapping one foot into the ground.“You shouldn’t keep me waiting for long, missy.” She says into the phone, holding my stare. I sigh, shaking my head as I walk back to the dresser where I pack my hair into a neat ponytail. Kylie and I are still on call. Hence, I ask her. “Why don’t you just give me a hint of where we're going?” I hold the edge of the dresser to avoid falling as I fit into my shoes. “Last I checked, a girl with some serious crush on her professor said she wanted to up her game and this is me offering my help. Bingo!” I laugh at Kylie’s words. “Funny, Kylie. But if it isn’t…” “No, ifs, Rain. You’ve gotta be wild and let the man know what the hell he's missing choosing old mamas over you.” My face flushes hugely at her words. She’s right, I’ve got to show Logan what he's missing. I can’t just sit by and watch him feel like he can do a
Logan’s POV. My wolf has never threatened me the way it did today in class when I saw Rain walking into that shitty Yato's art class. By the sky, I nearly lost my shit when that happened, waging a war with my wolf. Anger becomes a living breathing thing inside me.“She wants to leave my class, huh?” I gush under my breath at the memory. While I was teaching the rest of the class, I only thought about Rain. I knew that horny asshole didn’t get his eyes off of her. I’ve warned him before to stay the hell away from Rain but he’s been an idiot by not following my instructions. He doesn’t know he’s playing with fire. Well, I guess I’ll have to make him feel the scorching heat of my fire. When I say stay away from Rain, I meant things like being her art teacher. I meant he should stop staring in her direction. But I’ll have my beta teach him a brief lesson. These were the thoughts I had in mind while blabbering rubbish in class today. My attention was divided between my jealous wolf,
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. I still haven't been able to let go of the moonstone since Rain gave it to me. Right this minute, it's in my hand and I twirl it around, examining it as my mind wanders places. The morning sun stretches into my office as I stand by the window, looking down at the school ground. My eyes may be pinned down but it's not what I'm seeing. My mind is flooded with the images of the last time I saw my father- Yazi Pierce, in the old Woodmil. It was a sunny day of intense training. I was as bare as him, sweating as I dodged his last attack. I'd pulled away from him with a tired grunt, saying I was done for the day when Agia began her mock laughter. "So much for an heir to the throne," She huffed, smiling as our mother exited the cottage with a jar of tea. "Ignore her, Logan. I personally know you'll be a great alpha," My mother had said, pouring dad and me her sweet tea that swiftly eased my pains.That moment was filled with warmth. We all were basking in it until the att
Logan's. "Goddess!" I exclaim while tearing through the woods in my wolf form. I can't believe what just happened. I was fucking fooled by Ivy! Sweat gathers on my furs, my veins stretching as I bump through the jungle. If I had known it was Ivy, I'd never have gone to the bathroom to bathe. When I returned from work and ventured into my room, I saw a written note and a box on the bed. Beaming, I picked it up and read the context. "Hey, baby. Go to the bathroom, bathe, and tie the towel in the box. I literally thought it was Rain and I had to fucking obliged. I'd wanted to see what surprise she had for me. When I went into the bathroom, I saw the tub brimming with scented water and roses. "Hmm, What are you up to, my luna," I muttered to myself as I undid my pants and shirt, sinking into the water. I'd not lie, the experience was amazing but right now, I feel like complete shit. It was after I finished taking a bath and tied the towel around my waist that I ventured outside to f
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