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
Third Person POV. Alpha Yazi's wolf paced around the dungeon, restless. His mind was plagued by memories that he’d never forget. His wolf’s eyes shone in the dim darkness of the dungeon. Memories flashed through his eyes like a reel. He panted hard just as he remembered his last moment with them. He was in the wood mill with Logan, teaching him how to log wood like a true alpha. His son who was merely fifty years old had panted. Logan had nagged that training him to be the perfect alpha was the worst punishment he had ever known. Alpha Yazi had laughed at that. He always laughed at Logan’s disproving words about their intense training. But he knew inwardly, that Logan took his teachings to heart, storing them until the day he’d become the pack’s alpha. He remembered how Anselm would fume at Logan, daring him to give up his birthright as the pack’s alpha so he’d become the alpha. Alpha Yazi would laugh, watching his children as they bickered. His mate would come out of the cottag
Rain’s POV.I grumble, tossing around on my bed. I feel the warm morning sun beating down on me. I groan, hating its scorching effect.“Dammit!” I rise on my feet to close the blinds.I really need to sleep more before going to school today.However, just as I stand up to close the curtain, I scream, momentarily startled to see Nadia in my room.She’s sitting on my dresser with a smug grin on her face.“Good morning, sister…” She smiles sinisterly at me, flicking her hair between her fingers.My body tenses at the sight of her. I wonder why she’s here this early.“Oh, don’t give me that look. Can’t a sister pay a visit?” She teases me as she rises to her feet.I cross my arms over her chest and stare down at her. It’s a good thing I’m taller than her. As if sensing my thoughts, she laughs a little mischievously.“Don’t brag about your height, Rain. We both know I’m a lot prettier than you’ll ever be…”I scoff at her. Look who’s bragging. She always does that. She downplays my value bu
Logan’s POV. I’ve examined this leaf for what seems like an eternity now, but I can’t make sense of why the Slayers want me to find where it is planted in Greece. A sigillaria leaf, that’s what they call it. This is exactly the reason why I was summoned to the manor this morning. The four rulers want the leaf found and I must definitely find out why. With a grunt, I scoot away from my seat and reach my bookshelf. I scan the shelf, looking for books that talk about the leaf. Afterward, I settle on five books, reading them page by page until I find something that talks about an ancient tree. In seventeen A.D., the first witch coven had planted a tree in their town square. Apparently, this happened when the moon goddess stopped existing on Earth. There were two werewolf alphas pining for a witch. Both alphas engaged in a duel, looking to see who would be victorious and claim the female as theirs. Unfortunately, no one won over the other as both alphas were of equal strength. After
Rain's POV. "Seriously?" Kylie exclaims, holding my shoulder to halt my movement. We stop by the school ground, under the hot scorching sun as she drills me with questions. Now, seeing my friend give me the look makes me bite my lip. I think I shouldn't have told her about my death and how I miraculously came back alive. "Yes, Kylie. But promise me, no one is going to find out I kinda died?" I bite down my lower lip as her face turns red. Is she blushing? I wonder. Her expressionless face suddenly breaks out in a smile. "You died and Mr. Hot Professor came to your rescue? Aww, such a cute love story!" She hugs me, humming dreamily under her breath. "Kylie. I...uh...don't think this is kinda cute." She pulls away from me and we continue walking down the path. Oakdale students pass by us as they rush to meet up with their afternoon classes. Thankfully, my classes for today are finished. "Are you kidding me? This story of you and Mr. hot professor should be converted into a stor
Third Person POV. Marcel trailed down the stairs, fixing the ropes of his gra-colored robe. He had gotten a message from one of his servants that Yato had come around. Since being back in Oakdale town, Marcel had occupied himself with building a small army and trustees that could help him in winning over his cousin's brother, and the fucking Slayers. Secluded in a mansion in the middle of the clearing on the outskirts of the town, Marcel equipped himself and strategized for the day he’d strike with his warriors. Marcel and Logan were always at loggerheads with each other back when Oakdale belonged to the werewolves. Just like his father had wanted to become the pack’s alpha, Marcel had longed for that seat too. He wanted what Logan had. The power, respect, money, and looks. Marcel fought Logan silently, hoping Logan would fail so he could take over. Unfortunately for him, Logan always did come out smarter. But all that happened centuries ago. Now, Marcel had gotten Logan out of
Logan’s POV. Rain stands completely still as she watches me, trying to make sense of my words. I can see the look of doubt and questions creeping into her face. Her gaped mouth closes after she sighs. “Why is the training so important to you?” She chuckles, clearly not aware that her father wants to find out who she truly is and if that happens, her life will be in danger. She will cease to be his daughter. And who knows if Rain might end up like my pack members that died during the supernatural war or goddess forbid it, she ends up like her mother who was thrown in the dungeon as a sacrifice. My wolf whines at the thoughts spiraling through my mind. The thought of my mate in danger gives me more reason to act fast and eradicate those evil men from the surface of the earth. My heart singes as Rain continues her words, not knowing exactly how close she is to becoming her true self. Somehow, my wolf is eager and super excited to meet with his other half. For the first time, Blade
Logan's POV. It all happens fast. Initially, I'm the one in control, kissing the hell out of my mate but in the blink of an eye, Rain takes control. She's suddenly so invigorated. Tearing her lips into mine, warming my mouth with her velvety tongue. The slap of her tongue on mine surges my body with a sweet sensation. No matter how much I try to take back control, it appears impossible.Rain's hands run down my washboard abs, tearing into my shirt. Goddess! Where did she get such energy from? I ask myself as shock ripples through me. “Oh, my…what a mess…” She whispers looking at my torn shirt, her voice lost in her desire. When we lock eyes, I see hers shimmering dangerously with hunger. Unapologetically, Rain closes the distance between us again and wraps my mouth with hers. Fuck, her kiss is rough, so unlike my mate. Her touch is fierce. Possessive. Nothing about this feels normal. This is otherworldly but my wolf seems to enjoy every bit of this moment. I shudder as he