Rain's POV. "Thank goodness." I sigh as soon as I exit the bathroom. I'm happy the woman there didn't me with Logan. I walk down the path to the church while I think about Logan's words from earlier. He is a mage. Does that mean he is like Mrs. Sinai? I doubt though but I must say this is cool. At least, it saved us from being caught. My father will not take it lightly if he finds out I'm secretly seeing a man. The whole hide and seek thing with professor Logan is annoying because I want everyone in Oakdale town to know about us. This time around, Professor Logan isn't holding himself back anymore. He literally asked me to suck his cock, which I would have done had we not been interrupted. My cheeks warm at the thought of having his dick lodged in my mouth. I bet it's going to be damn tasty. "I wouldn't hesitate to lick him up next time," I whisper under my breath as I round the corner to the church entryway. Over and over again, I've memorized the eulogy I'll say about late
Logan’s POV. The rest of the afternoon, Lester and I spend it on keeping tabs on my unidentified rival. Though we aim for the same thing, which is taking back Oakdale town, his measures are drastic and they challenge my alpha position. Through the research we did, we found out my guesses were right. This unidentified rival sired more than one person. This can only mean he is from an alpha bloodline. Probably, my alpha bloodline. I feel so frustrated and eager to find out who the hell that is. He must definitely know about me and my mission in Oakdale if he is so eager to expose me. Lester and I embark on a killing spree right from the bar I figured out this hidden rival of mine spends his nights in Oakdale. He has the bar owner sired. The sluts, strippers, and attendees of the bar do his bidding. It was the bar owner who killed Mr. Fell's wife under my rival’s command.The problem is, I do not know who else he has sired to work for him except Yato. The last of my victim w
Rain's POV. Today has been filled with a flurry of activities. From the duty I was supposed to carry out at the church, to the dead body, the chaos, and the fencing my father ordered Zeus to teach Nadia and me.Among all these, I never expected Logan to be here in my room, looking charming and all sexy. His brunette hair is a bit scattered, I wish to drag my fingers through it. I can actually see lines of exhaustion on his face but he's doing a great job at hiding it well. He gives me that creepy smile of his as he arrests my hands to keep me from covering my bareness. If I had known that he'd be here, I wouldn't have removed my pants. The sensuous look he's giving me makes me feel jumpy in all the right places. What's with me and getting horny with just a trail of his eyes all around my body? That's crazy. I guess I'm no different from whores. The air in the room manages to penetrate in between my legs to gush over my sex. It adds to my growing wetness, wow. "You do not need t
Third Person POV. Mrs. Sinai made her way into the manor, aiming to answer the mayor's call. Her footsteps are hurried, echoing off the walls of the house. She realized no other servant was present, except Zeus. For years now, Zeus has been the mayor's right-hand man. That was to be expected given how they saved Zeus's life years ago. Right now, the man owes his allegiance to none other than the mayor.Scarred on the face and hulky, Zeus is one of the most feared men in Oakdale town. He barely talks rather his gun speaks for him. Unlike Zeus, Mrs. Sinai swore her allegiance to the four rulers as a result of her desire to become the most powerful witch on earth. She was born into the Celestial coven, and as a coven, the are checks to the magic a witch is allowed to perform. If one breaks the rule and upsets the balance of nature, then comes consequences. If the sin a witch committed was minor, she'd be sent to the Hole. In the Hole, their powers are sapped temporarily, leaving t
Logan's POV. I don't know how long has passed. Maybe hours, all night long, eternity, but I don't stop running through the jungle. My heart is racing and clenching with so much pain. By the sky, what is going on with me? Who is it that I dreamt about? Why so much connection with that wolf in my dream? It felt real. The dream felt real.Like I was there watching it display before my eyes. Crap! Goddess, what is this thing I feel? I feel several emotions mixed together now. Raw hatred for the people who made me lose my family. Raw pain for the life I lost, the family I lost. I crash against a tree, panting. This thing I feel inside me feels more like a bond. A very tight bond that's begging to be put together. "Grrrrrr!!!!" I'm losing my mind. I...can't...no. I can't hold it in again. My wolf growls again in pain. So much pain. My wolf staggers back again and growls. My paws burrow into the mud ground. I feel restless. Vengeful. Standing on my hind leg, I scrape my fingers o
Rain's POV. "Are you serious, Rain?" Kylie yips with a lingering smile on her face. She's practically blushing about what I just revealed to her. We prance down the school grounds, weaving through the tangled bodies of students who are conversing. The din nearly drowning out Kylie's voice. "I am. Weren't you the one that set us up?" I look over my shoulder at her. "Goodness. I only wanted to know if he kinda likes you." She says, shaking her head. It's been a while since I last saw her. Well, since that night at Dark Side, Kylie seems to go poof. Fortunately, she popped into school today, looking all...different and younger. She looks different in the right way. She has dyed her hair to blonde. She literally smells nicer more than I remember.When she met with me at the garden, I told her all that went on that night at Dark Side but Kylie seems to find it difficult to swallow. "So, that means he loves you?" She questions just as we go into Professor Logan's history class. "I
Logan's POV. I hurry to the cafeteria to get a cup of hot coffee thinking it's going to calm my nerves that are frayed with desire, but that's impossible. Rain gets more naughty with each passing day. Dammit, I can't believe she was masturbating while I was teaching earlier. When I saw her, it was hard to keep my phallus from hardening. How can I when she not only smells of me but also her arousal that's my undoing? Hmm, I love this naughty side of Rain. She's just the right mate for me. A mixture of good girl and bad girl is what she is. And that is exactly what my dominant alpha gene needs in a Luna. I reveled in her sloshing those slender fingers of hers over her love hole. I knew it was difficult for her to keep her moans at bay. Fuck, she shattered my bearings. Now, I can't wait to punish her for making it difficult for me to teach in class today. Naughty girls get punished.The cafeteria is brimming with students while I stay on the counter, taking sips of my hot coffee.
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. Lester bustles into my hotel room, all fast breath and sweaty. His iPad rests in his hand. His muscled biceps flexes given how the sleeveless shirt he's wearing leaves his arms exposed. I've just finished bathing, eager to prepare and dive into our next hunting destination. Days have bled into weeks with Lester and I searching for Ivy across the world. The bitch vanished after her stinging betrayal, leaving no trace. Her right-hand man, Vistus, is the one running the diaries while Ivy jumps from one place to another. She knows I'm hunting her, and I won't stop until I find her. I gaze at Lester who mindlessly treads closer to me, blurting out. "I guess I know Ivy's current location." Lester announces and hearing those words makes my belly summersault."How? Let me see," I dart close and snatch the iPad from him, zooming the screen to see the images lurking in it. There's a male news reporter welding a microphone as he blabbers about the new death wave in their com
Third Person POV. The metal bars jangled as Mr. Ford rushed towards it, trying to flutter it open. The others stood behind him, tensed as Riot shoved forward. All baser instincts. Nothing that reeked of Rain's human side remained. "Fucking open the door!!!" Mr. Grant wailed. Hands shaking, the door suddenly seemed too hard to push open. Curses spilled from Ford's mouth as he fumbled with the locks. "Awolllll!!!!" Riot saw darkness, spurred by anger and revenge.Immediately after that growl, announcing her presence, she struck!!! Long, spiked tail swept through the air, striking the Slayers. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open in fear, the men buckled and fell face flat on the ground with a heart-stopping thud. Winces and sputtered words of anger reverberated across the room, coming from them."Fucking Christ!!!" Mr. Fell bolted up, his midriff ripped open and blood fell alongside his bowels. "Fucking fuck! Hanks. Fuck Hankson, my belly. Oh shitttt...." His words dulled to a slur as he
This chapter has triggers.Third Person POV. "It's all done, mayors," Sinai announced when she emerged in the chamber where the mayors were. Their eyes glinted with intent. Smiling hugely, Mr. Hanks dropped his glass of wine on the side table which landed with a clink. "So, she's all prepared to receive us?" He asked Sinai. The older woman nodded, her head hunkered. Despite Rain's refusal to comply with the instructions ladled out, the obedience drug injected into her water had made Rain pliant, ready to be taken by the mayors. "As you ordered, mayor," She intoned. A short, contemptuous laugh whispered from across the room, coming from Mr. Grant. "That's impressive news." He rose, adjusting the invincible crease on his shirt. "I can not wait to dive into that gracious cunt of goodness." Silence met his words, making him veer around to face the others. "Is there a reason for the delay, friends?" Before performing the ritual, it was of prime importance for them to feed sexually
Logan's POV. The car tires scream over the asphalt as I drive into the manor. Hastily, Lester and I alight from the car, slamming the doors shut. My gaze roams around the manor as the guards and patrolling officers begin to come our way, guns pointing directly at us. This was their plan all along. The fucking Slayers. Lester rounds the car until his back slams against mine, making us one against our enemies. The men are uncountable, poised to strike. Lester's breaths permeate my ears as we both take in the advancing enemies. "What should we do, alpha?" He questions, rage seething beneath his skin. They took Rain. They took my Luna. Darkness crawls the edges of my vision as I imagine what pain she must be suffering. No, I can't let these men win me. I can't let them take the gift of the goddess to me-- my mate. Rage spurred to the surface, I growl, "Kill them!" At that, Lester and I roar and shift Into wolves before the men. Then the carnage begins. Roaring into the dark sk
Rain’s POV. “You know, it still surprises me how you managed to hide your true self from me, Rain, despite all I did to trigger you…” Mr. Hanks says, coming closer to me.The wave of anger I feel deep inside me as I stare up at him causes me to spit on his face. Mr. Hanks's eyes darkened. Slowly, his fingers creep up his face and he gently dabs at the slimy liquid. The guards tighten their hold on me, waiting for an order from the mayor. The rest of the Slayers bash me with hateful glares, I feel it dribbling down my joints. Veering my eyes back at Mr. Hanks when I hear him laughing, my lips curl downward.He doubles over again, laughing harder. My face turns beet red as I wonder the reason for the laughter. When he ceases to laugh, he pierces me with his devouring gaze. “This…is such a deja vu moment, Rain.” He boisterously says, throwing his hands up. “What do you mean?” I growl, fighting against the bruising hold of the guards. Mr. Hanks heaves a breath and then hums, “Yulia
Rain's POV. I turn to the next page of the book I've been reading since morning, huffing as I bask in the captivating scenes. Gosh, I've been waiting for so long for the main characters to share their first kiss. Now that it's about to happen, my interest piques and I settle deeper into the chair and cross my legs. Then I savor the words. His possessive words and touch. I don't know when I giggle so loud that the student beside me in the library curses and barks. "Can you keep it down? You ain't the only one reading!" "Oops, apologies," I chatter out and briskly pin my eyes back on the pages of the book. Ohh, the chemistry between them is so powerful, it makes me bite down on my lip. Ahh, I practically shrieked when his lips finally met with hers. The kiss started out slow before turning into a frenzy. And the girl's moan is the perfect sound in such a quiet environment. I don't understand how I can hear it go off in my head. Unknowingly, my shrieks became loud again. It must
Third Person POV. A boisterous cheer ripped from the mayors' mouths. A nice parcel of news had just reached them from the Facility. The Fomorrh has been produced and that was something to be celebrated. "At long last. We've achieved our aim!" Mr. Fell's voice tore through the clinking of glasses in Mr. Hanks' chamber."Ahh, you could say that, Fell. We no longer need to fear them. For they will now be killing each other." Mr. Grant hummed, grabbing a champagne flute from the table, and shuffling to join the others on the line of couches. When Mr. Grant whisked a glance over Mr. Hanks he smiled, knowing the man was basking in their victory. He could see a blooming smile on Mr. Hanks's face. "Our lives shall be ours forever. Oh, I've started making arrangements about the next woman to marry." Mr. Grant chimed in, sipping his drink languidly. He had started buying women from traders across North America, tasting as many women as he could until he found the one tasty enough to be call
Logan's POV. I take a moment to swallow down my beating pulse, my desperation, before uttering. "The Slayers have my father hostage in the dungeon." A slight pause. Then, "I'm thinking he is the one the Slayers' eternal life is bound to."I feel Lester alternating his gaze between me and the witches. Aphrodite scoffs but I don't flinch. I'll do all I can to free my father. The thought of him being in that dungeon for the past two centuries clenches my heart.He wasn't dead all this while I thought I had lost him. I've one family member remaining. One I need to save at all costs. "That has nothing to do with us, alpha Logan. We cannot risk our lives for you or any other..." I barge forward, teeth gritted. "I...am...willing to do all I can just for you to help me. Anything possible, you name it, Aphrodite." My chest is heaving from how hard I breathe. She has to agree. She has to help me. "You don't understand, you do?" Her eyes flare when she looks back at me. Fiercely, Aphrodi
Logan's POV. I erect from the couch I'm lounging on the moment I feel the first sting of Sun rays on me. My eyes narrow as I turn and look out the window. It's fucking morning! I tell myself, feeling the ugly hands of doom on my biceps, it stretches down to my heart. The feeling causes me to pant as I look down at the bottle of Scotch in my hand. I'd drank it down in half. The amber liquid had been my go-to the moment I stepped into the mansion last night. I'd clung to it like it held all the answers I seek. The goal was to drink so hard until I forget about the doom I feel gripping me like a vise. Since the preparation of this war against the Slayers, I've been having this feeling. Like our fucking end is nigh. No, I shake my head, trashing that damn feeling. The Slayers won over us before but not anymore. Now, I've a band of soldiers ready to fight against those men. A band of soldiers that are irresistible to silver and wolfsbane bullets. Hell, the Slayers will be no match t