Logan’s POV. Desperate times call for desperate measures. After what happened to Lester and my mate, I had a few of my trusted pack members move over here—the head servant and two of my gammas, Heath and Gunner. I need them here to help out in security. Once Lester is awake, he’ll explain to us what exactly happened to them. Ryat found out it was wolfbane that was sprayed on Lester. That fucking substance has always been a threat to my people.I gather Irene and the gammas together and instruct them on what to do and what not to do, especially saying things about who we are to Rain. I can’t believe I almost told her that earlier. Fuck, I don’t know how she’s going to take the news. Hell, I don’t even know how the hell she’s going to buy the idea that she’s a lycan. I thought lycans didn’t exist, but what Ryat said earlier altered my belief. I’ve to find out more about lycans. The fact that Rain doesn’t show any sign of being one makes me doubt Ryat’s words. Fisting my hands tog
Rain’s POV. My mouth is full with Logan’s hard cock. Drool running down the sides of my face. I groan, licking him up like he ordered me. Fuck, he tastes so good.My wet tongue sliding up and down his veiny dick. He grunts, the sound filing through the closet. When I reach the base of his manhood, my tongue swirl in teasing circles, and his hips roll, making his dick push further into my mouth. I gag, not seeing it coming in the first place. Logan whispers a curse. I feel his eyes trailing the movement of my tongue around the base of his dick with my lips tucked around his girth. I look up in time to meet with his gaze. They’re hard and dark, it pulls at the strings of my heart seeing him lost in the pleasure I offer him. Eyes locked, I breathe around his member, and reaching up my hand, I curl it around his base. The movement is so sensuous, that Logan grunts feverishly, head thrown back in bliss. I’ve read books about how girls gave good blow jobs, and I’m just about practicin
Logan’s POV. “What’s there to explain, alpha? You already broke the rules.” I rub my brows at her words. I know I messed up the laws but it’s fucking hard to keep up with the rules when I’m with Rain. “You know, alpha Yazi, your father doesn’t take issues like this lightly…” “Fuck, I know.” I do know about those little punishments my father rained on the pack member back when things were still moving well here in Oakdale.My father intentionally delays the mating ceremony of the pair for three full moon nights. He does that to ensure rules are followed. Well, too bad, he’s not here and this time around, I am the alpha, which means I can make new rules. “Well, considering I’m the alpha now, I’ll change the rules. And stopping mates who are yet to conduct their mating ceremony from finding pleasure from each is hereby ruled out.” A small smile breaks out on Irene's face at my words. The woman knows me well. I defile laws back when I was under the tutelage of my father, and that’s
Third Person POV. *Two days later.*The manor was full of activity as always. Servants scampered around, ensuring that their duties were delivered as expected.Those in the fields are under the tutelage of Sinai. She inspected them and their every move.Heaps of harvested crops were being herded into the manor, tucked safely away in the storeroom under the watchful guidance of the guards.As the morning sun towered brightly over the manor from the sky, the mayor, Mr. Hanks stood in front of the huge mirror in his chamber, grunting with discontent as the servants bustled and rustled around him in the name of preparing him for the business trip he as well as the other rulers were embarking on. It had been ages they had been expecting to hear news from the facility in Scottsdale. Fortunately, the facility sent a message just a few days ago inviting them to head over to the facility. There, another prototype had been made by their scientists and they needed to be there and watch as the
Third Person POV. Scottsdale was another city that harbored the secrets of the Slayers. Filled with trusted fellows, the Slayers had a lot of properties here, even their greatest enemies had no single hint about. Here in Scottsdale, the Slayers had their tech company operating under an anonymous name. It was the modern era, and security had passed, with only guards mounted in the town, manor, or his room. The game changed into technology and they also changed. Two centuries back, it took their united efforts to ruin the wolves. Mr. Fell, he had been the most intellectual amongst them. He was the one that invented the ballista trap, the machine that helped them during their war with the supernatural. Now though, things have shifted hands. About three decades ago, they launched their newest facility in Scottsdale. A place known to only the council members. With the tech company and facility running with their underground sex ring, the Slayers began trapping wolves across North A
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
Rain's Pov. *Six Months Later*Peace. Recovery. Happiness.These three things were what I thought our pack would never experience again after the atrocities meted out on us by the Slayers. But I guess I was wrong. For the past few months, these three things have begun to trickle back into our midst. The pack members are back on their feet, rejoicing over the newfound peace and connection we made with the humans. A week ago, Logan called for a conference between werewolves and humans in the town square. All of the people of Oakdale were in attendance, listening as my mate addressed them on the importance of peace between our beings. Oakdale has been divided into two parts. North Oakdale is occupied by humans and South Oakdale, is occupied by our kind. Regardless of the clear boundary, people still choose to live where they desire as long as they're willing to obey the other's norms. The North Oakdale is now under the leadership of Simon Cooper, the man who led the renegade army th
Third Person POV. *** Two A.M*** **In The Manor**Augustine stirred from the cot he was lying on, wheezing calmly through his teeth. The infirmary was dead quiet and as for the guards keeping a close eye on him, they'd been knocked out. It took strenuous effort and days of planning for Augustine to pull this up. The werewolves must be joking if they thought letting them prevail was ever going to happen, Augustine thought as a smile plucked at his lips. He propped up from the cot, the chains binding his hands clattering briefly. It gladdened his heart to see the werewolf guards sprawled haphazardly on the floor, thanks to the Ramah leaves he spiked their water with. You see the adage: keep your friends close and your enemies closer? It was at this point that the adage made more sense to Augustine. He was happy the werewolves kept him closer, closer than they thought. With the chains on his wrists clattering and a dark grin on his face, he walked over to the table cluttered with v
Rain's Pov. "Stop it!!" Logan hollers but I don't stop. My claws slip out, borrowing into the skin of my arms and ripping off the flesh. Blood splooges, melding with the water as it rushes down the drain. "Rain, goddess!!!" Logan growls, horror shock on his face as he bangs on the stall. I had deliberately locked it, knowing Logan would come after me and try to stop me. I don't need him to stop me. I've to wash off this filth. I pull at my hair, tugging at the strands and it makes my scalp burn. The water sluicing down my body is extremely hot but it's not hot enough to wash off the filth. "Haha! Look at her taking my cock!" Their laughter vibrates in my ears.Their strokes brim my mind. The way their fingers sank into my skin, bruising me as I cried. It's all I think about. Their proposal. The bloody wedding dress. Their chant. All of it. I can't breathe. I can't see anything except the dark basement. The torture. Their faces. Their dicks. Their teeth as they bared it in a sm
Rain's Pov. "My luna. Thank goddess you're finally awake." Irene's voice pierces my ears when I stir on the bed. Waking fully, I look over at the woman, surprised to see her towering over me. A full smile covers her lips. "The alpha must be very happy to know you've woken up." The older woman chirps and before I can get any words out, she flees from the room. The moment she's gone, I begin to crack my head. I don't know how I ended up here. My mind is fogged and upon wracking it more, I begin to remember a few things.The Island. The mayors and...the fight. I remember Logan and his father fighting. I remember the witches taking on Sinai. The chopper. All of it, except my return to this room. The door snaps open a moment later and when I look up, I see Logan's burly frame hovering over the door. His eyes light up when they settle on me and I blink, swallowing rapidly to lubricate my parched throat. Logan smilingly walks closer to where I am, humming under his breath. "My luna?"
Logan's POV. "What?" I gasped in total shock at what Ryat had just revealed to me about Rain. She's pregnant. "How far along is she?" I sputter, settling on the edge of the bed Rain's lying on. It's been five days since we left Seychelles. Five days since Rain went into a coma. I feel so guilty looking at the bruises on her thighs, torso, and her breasts. Those depraved men bruised Rain beyond repair. According to Ryat, she was raped countless times. The thought of those men mounting what's mine makes me seethe. I failed Rain, I hum inwardly as tears prickle my eyes. I made a promise to protect her and yet I failed. I left her to the wolves and they devoured her. Even as she sleeps, her pulse hammers. A grimace is on her face and that lets me know she's reliving the horrors she experienced at the Island. "One month...but...uh...I'm not exactly sure since her uterus is yet to fully develop..." Ryat answers, shrugging tentatively. I understand why it's difficult for Ryat to deter
Third Person POV. Chaos brewed across the shore. Blood, howls and screams penetrated the air. The witches battled with Sinai. A woman they had all feared since she upset the balance of nature and sought for the book of Amelek. They all knew defeating Sinai would not be easy but they were willing to make that sacrifice. As Sinai struggled to release her powers against the witches, Aphrodite and the rest of the coven chanted more. Their voices high-pitched. "I WILL KILL YOU ALL. YOU CAN'T DEFEAT ME!!!" She yelled, emitting fire from the tips of her fingers- the witch's fire. To counter that attack, the witch called forth a crystal cocoon that trapped Sinai inside. She struggled to free herself from their cocoon but it was all in vain. Seeing they've successfully trapped her, the witches formed a circle around the cocoon, holding their hands. Then they began the chant of Kadhijabal- the death chant. For them to successfully take Sinai down the purgatory where witches lived their af
Rain's Pov. I stumble. I groan. Darkness soars around me like feathers. Dizziness claws up my mind, twisting my vision. Hard, hot breaths punch out of my lungs.Blood gushes from my belly like a waterfall, making me sluggish. Yet I run. I stagger, stumble but still manage to rise to my feet and scamper away. "AWOLLLLL!!!!" The wolf roars. Its voice is thunderous. Mighty. My spine curdles with dread. When I risk a look back, I see the beanpole wolf jumping the rocks that serve as barriers with its bared as it races after me. Why now? Why can't he remember me? My mind whirrs. Only one answer comes to mind. He's been enchanted. Just like I have been enchanted so I wouldn't be able to shift. I would've given Sinai a thumbs up if the situation was different. She's very creature in her vile work. Roars of laughter ring high, cutting through the blasting noise of the sea waves. With a brief pause and a hammering heart, I roam my eyes around searching for the best direction to run to.
Rain's Pov. My belly is empty. My strength wanes.. I clutch at my chest, a desperate attempt to tame my wildly beating heart as that wave of nausea returns again with a blinding force. Doubling over, I vomit the bitter viscous liquid and tumble over the wall. Streaks of the vomit stain the corner of my mouth while I dab at it. My bleary eyes gaze across the dark room. I feel so cold. So lonely. So scared. I let my eyes linger on the strand of sun rays slipping into the base through a crack on the wall. Gasping and in need of warmth, I chase after it. A blissful sigh slips past my lips as the warm sun kisses my skin. I don't know how long I've been locked in here but it's definitely been long enough to bring such change to my body. I almost doubted the fact, but Mrs. Sinai confirmed it some time ago. I am pregnant. An inconspicuous bump is protruding from my belly, a glaring confirmation of my worst fear. A tiny being is growing inside me, but the problem is that I don't know w
Logan's POV. "No!!! No!!! Lo...gan!" Ivy belts out, her chest heaving as pain attacks her from all angles. She refuses to speak up, and I refuse to stop inflicting the pain on her until she spills the answer I demand. Matt squirms in his seat as he watches me rain hell on Ivy. Seeing her a squirming mess gladdens my heart. Somehow I feel whatever pain I dole out on her equals the measure of pain my mate is suffering. Since I've known Ivy, I've never seen a smidge of scratch much less blood on her body until now. It gives great pleasure knowing the all-powerful queen of the vampires is at my mercy. Blood dribbles down her disfigured eye. Hoarse cries vibrate into my ears. Ivy has lost sight in one eye, nothing but the veins and tendons of what makes up her eye remain, coated in thick dark coppery liquid. Matt pisses himself seeing the gory sight, he panics, attempting to tear the rope binding him to the chair away but Lester doesn't give him the chance. My beta pounces on him.