AUTHOR’S POV Frustration chafed at George’s skin. His mouth flattened into a displeased line, like he was angry with his own actions. Alicia had escaped from his grasp, right under his nose. “George, you are useless!” He cursed himself for being careless. “You should have just killed her when you got the chance,” Knight remarked in an angry tone. “How can I possibly kill her when she knows where the twins are?” he replied, pissed. “Hmm, you got a point there, I didn’t really think of that, I let my hatred for her get the better of me,” Knight concluded, shutting himself away. George reached out to Jack through the mind link. “Jack, have you found the twins?” he inquired. “N-No, bro. I have looked all over the Villa, but they are not here. Alicia must have been telling the truth.” Jack sounded nervous and apologetic. “Check properly, damn it. They can’t be far, she must have knocked them unconscious and hidden them somewhere,” George snapped. “Um, I’m sorry, but I didn’t do it
AUTHOR’S POVJack let go of the lid at the bottom of the pool and rolled to the side, barely avoiding Alicia’s sword. She swung at him again, but he caught the edges of the sword in his bleeding hands. He felt the sharp metal cut into his palms, but he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and held on. He looked into her eyes and saw the madness in them.“Alicia, please. I don’t want to hurt you. You are pregnant, for fuck’s sake. You should be doing this. Just let the twins out, they are innocent. They weren’t the ones that hurt you, it was Alpha George, and I apologize on his behalf.” He said in a pleading tone.A laugh of disbelief shuddered out of Alicia’s throat. “Mind your damn business, Jack. You have no idea what you are talking about or what I have been through. It isn’t George’s fault, all this is happening because of that lowlife, right from the moment she decided to take the twins with her. And they are mine!” Her voice rose with each word until she was yelling.She kicked
AUTHOR’S POV George felt the sun burning his skin as he woke up on the wet asphalt. He squinted his eyes and saw a crowd of people around, whispering and pointing. Their mocking voices filled his ears, it was fucking hell. “Look at him, he is a mess.” “He looks somewhat familiar... Maybe he is just a drunk or a drug addict.” “Someone should call the cops, I think he is unconscious.” He tried to ignore them and get up, but his head ached as if he had been crushed by a millstone. His mouth was dry. He reached for his pocket, hoping to find some money or a phone, but it was empty. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” He cursed under his breath and realized he had been robbed. He had nothing left, not even his dignity. The sun hit his face again, and memories of last night ran on an unforgiving reel in his brain. He had ditched the car and was running in the rain, heading to the villa, when a car hit him and drove away. He staggered to his feet and pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring their i
AUTHOR’S POV Anger flared hot in Leo’s chest as he glared at the plate of dog food in front of him. The rage seemed to start boiling from his chest and push its way downward. He was shirtless and seated on the floor of the dungeon, with only a small light coming in from the window at the top. His stomach was hurting from the wolfsbane poison, but he refused to eat the disgusting food that Alicia had given him. The sound of footsteps approaching the dungeon filled his ears, and he quickly picked up the plate and tossed it at the gate with all his strength. A scream pierced the air as the food splashed on her face, and he smirked. It was Alicia. Alicia wiped the food off her face, looking furious. She moved closer to the gate and held onto the bar, her eyes gleaming with malice. “How dare you do that to me?!?” she barked. “You should be eating the food, not wasting it, you fool! Alpha George is around, but he won’t be coming to save your sorry ass.” A small worry line creased betwee
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A DESCRIPTIVE SEX SCENE. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SUCH SCENES, YOU CAN SKIP TO THE END FOR A PARTICULAR SCENE OR INFORMATION. AUTHOR’S POV Excitement was building in Alicia’s gut due to her anticipation of sex. She left the villa, clutching a towel around her chest. She didn’t care about the cold night air or the dirt on her bare feet. She only wanted to see Rick, who was waiting for her in his secluded cabin in the forest. She ran across the road, dodging the occasional headlights of passing cars, and entered the dark woods. A small smile graced her lips as she reached the clearing where his cabin stood, a large wooden structure. The sound of his running shower filled the air, and his husky voice came from the inside. “Allie, come in, I know you are out there, don’t keep me waiting for too long.” A chuckle escaped her throat, and she let herself in and stripped. His cabin was of decent size, with tile walls and a glass entry door. Her breath hitched
AUTHOR’S POV The night before…. Adrenaline pumped harder through Jack's veins and kicked his heart into overdrive as he saw the three masked men. He grabbed the twins and pushed them under the table, along with Mrs. Clark and her crutches. "Stay quiet and don't move until I tell you to, they are just here to steal; when they are done, they will leave." He whispered to them, hoping that the robbers would leave them alone. But Matteo was not the type to sit still and watch. He nudged Jack and whispered, "Do something, man. You are a warrior in your pack. You can't let these thieves get away with this, these people owe them no money." Jack's throat bobbed, his expression carved with nerves. "Listen to me, little man. If I were alone, I would have done something, but I am supposed to protect you guys..." His voice lowered even more. "I can't risk your lives for my pride. Don't do anything stupid, okay?" Matteo snorted and crawled out of the table, ignoring Jack’s warning. He thou
AUTHOR’S POV George's eyes fluttered open, and he felt a dull ache all over his body. He blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light of the sun rays that flickered on the stone walls. He was in a dungeon, a cold and damp place that smelled of mould and rot. He felt a metal ring around his ankle, attached to a heavy chain that anchored him to the floor. "Motherfuckers." He muttered under his breath. He looked behind him and saw Leo sitting on the floor of the dungeon with his hand on his face. Blood dripped bright red from his nose, staining his shirt."Leo, what the hell happened?" George croaked, his voice hoarse from thirst and pain.Leo lifted his head and met his gaze with a bitter smile. "I should be the one asking you that; how the hell did that bitch outsmart you?" He said sarcastically. "For your information, you have been sleeping for two straight nights, you lucky bastard."A groan escaped from the deepest part of George's soul. His head felt like someone was hitting hi
AUTHOR’S POV Jack wiped the sweat off his forehead with his apron and glanced at his phone. He had been waiting for George's call for days, but there was no sign of him. He couldn't mind link with him either, which meant he was either in trouble or something. He hoped it was the latter.He was cleaning the living room of Nora's apartment, a favor he felt he owed to the twins as he was their caretaker now. Mrs. Clark was sitting on the couch, watching TV, with her crutches next to her. She waved at him to come over and said in a weak voice, "Dear, can you help me get up? I need to use the bathroom.""Sure, ma'am," Jack said, dropping the mop in the bucket and walking over to her. He bent down and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her gently off the couch. He handed her her crutches and said, "Here you go, ma'am. Be careful, okay?"A slow smile spread across her mouth. “Thank you, dear. You are such a darling. The twins are lucky to have someone like you, taking care of them.
AUTHOR’S POV A year later, A year had passed since Nora lost Leo, bringing her to this moment, seated in the dressing room, staring at herself in a wedding dress. Mrs. Williams, who had once been a wicked mother, now stood before her, offering jewels as tokens of acceptance and regret. The nightstand was filled with daily gifts from her and her husband, each one a silent plea for forgiveness. Nora’s gaze lingered on the jewels, her voice soft but strong. “I cannot accept these anymore,” she remarked. “Like I said before, I have already forgiven you a long time ago. These gifts aren’t necessary.” Regret formed a jagged rock in Mrs. Williams's stomach, and emotion flickered across her face. “These gifts are my punishment,” she declared. “I did a lot of awful things in the past, and I forgot that love doesn’t care about social status. The moon goddess herself would agree to that; that is why she made you my son’s mate. And no one is more suited for him than you.” The knock at the do
AUTHOR’S POV The dark hall was covered in shadows and sorrow, a sea of black clothing as mourners gathered to pay their final respects. Nora stood by Leo’s grave, her hand trembling as she placed a lily on top of the polished wood of his coffin. Leo’s parents, their faces covered with grief, stood beside her, each adding their own floral tribute. Nora turned to them, but her eyes pointed at the ground, the guilt still weighing on her. She dropped to her knees and whispered, “I’m the reason your son is gone. I took him away from you. If he hadn’t saved me, he would still be here.” But Leo’s parents would hear none of it. His mother lifted Nora gently, her voice soft yet firm. “No, honey. It was not your doing. It was the will of the moon goddess, and our son chose to save you.” His father added, “You must live for him now. Make his sacrifice meaningful.” A smile lit up his broad face, softening his harsh features. Overwhelmed by their kindness, Nora felt a tear streak down her fac
AUTHOR’S POV The afternoon sun streamed through the open windows, brightening the inside of the lab. Nora sat on the makeshift bed of clothes, her stomach growling in protest as she awaited George’s return with food. Jack busied himself with the windows, letting in light to compensate for the lack of electricity. Nora’s voice broke the silence. “Jack, where did you and George disappear to for all those months? And why did you guys make everyone think you were dead?” A masculine chuckle escaped his lungs. “We didn’t fake our deaths, Nora.” He said, shaking his head. “It was a bizarre twist of fate. We were attacked on our way out of the pack, and now that I think about it, the attacker was probably Dante.” Her mind raced through a thousand questions and possibilities. “That does make sense. Dante would want George out of the way to make kidnapping the kids easier. He must have seen him as a threat.” She muttered and frowned a little. “I still can’t believe George left the pack behi
AUTHOR’S POV A small frown touched Nora’s face, her body convulsing with another wave of shivers. “T-Then bear it, I can’t be seen getting cozy with you when I have a boyfriend,” she said, wrapping another piece of clothing around her now sweating body. But the cold was relentless, and soon the heat that followed was just as unbearable. Discomfort climbed up her spine, and heat scorched her skin. “I know you have a boyfriend, but we are in our heat period, and he is not here. You will have to ask your mate for help.” Ariana suggested in her head. “How can you suggest such a thing? If I ask him for help, he will have to have sex with me. And I can’t... I am with Leo now, and I can’t cheat on him,” she replied, with emotion roughing the syllables. “I know you don’t want to cheat on him. But this is a matter of life and death, you will die if you don’t let him help.” Ariana said in a sad tone. “I…I can’t. I just can’t. I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, I have been there a f
AUTHOR’S POV The day dawned crisp and clear as the sun poured through the streets. Alicia stormed into the grocery store, her presence as chilling as the ski mask that covered her face. The assault rifle in her grip was not just a weapon, but a representation of her desire to kill. “Put your hands where I can see them,” she hissed at the store owner, who obeyed with a tremble. “Please don’t kill me, I just opened, I haven’t earned any money!” He pleaded, but his plea for mercy fell on deaf ears. A cold laugh escaped Alicia’s throat and echoed in the cramped space. “I don’t want your money, old man, I just need to grab some supplies.” She replied and obtained a coil of rope from one of the shelves. She kept the man caged in the sights of her rifle as she closed the distance. “Stay here and don’t make a sound, if you try to act smart, I will have no option but to kill you,” she threatened as she used the rope to tie his hands behind him, securing him to the shelf like a display of h
AUTHOR’S POV In the dimly lit villa, Mrs. Williams’s entrance was as fast as lightning, her flip-flops discarded as she stopped at the sight of her husband. Mr. Wiliams sat rooted on the couch, a sea of documents spread before him on the table. Her eyebrows shot to the ceiling as she leaned over the papers. “W-What are you doing?” she inquired. Mr. Williams looked up, a dark smile playing on his lips, shadowed by the room’s gloom. “These are petitions I gathered from the pack members. I’m securing our son’s legacy; I am no longer turning my back on him,” he replied, sincere regret laced in his voice as he looked her in the eyes. “I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have supported the council. Rick must be Alpha again. I cannot let our line fade; after all, I went through it to keep it in our family.” She shook her head, her hand darting out to seize the document from his grasp. “Stop this madness,” she begged, her voice rising. “You are losing yourself in this grief. Are you doing this
AUTHOR’S POV The touch of the evening air was too much as Rick stepped out of the taxi, his eyes immediately drawn to the flurry of activity at the maximum-security prison. Guards hustled across the yard, their faces covered with concern, while the urgent wail of alarms pierced the air. He watched closely as two guards emerged, dragging a protesting couple out of the prison’s grand gates. “Come back another time! Visiting hours are over!” One guard barked, tossing the woman’s bag to her feet with a dismissive flick of his wrist. The woman, her face painted with frustration and desperation, clutched her bag tightly. “Why are you being so unfair? Visiting hours end at 10 p.m., and it’s only 7 p.m.,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I haven’t seen my niece in ages! Panic spurred Rick into action, and he stepped forward, his determination clear. “I need to get inside,” he insisted, his voice firm. “My girlfriend’s in there. You can’t deny me access; we haven’t seen each other in a lon
AUTHOR’S POV The morning sun hit George’s face, and his heart was heavy as he paced through the studio. His hands carefully placed his personal items into a mini bag. The walls of the rooms whispered memories of laughter and learning, and though he was firm in his decision, a part of him mourned the awaiting goodbye to the children he had come to adore. The sound of footsteps snapped him back to reality. He peeked outside his room to see his boss walking purposefully towards the office. He took a deep breath and secured the zipper on his bag. A pit formed in his stomach as he grasped the resignation letter that lay on the nightstand. George entered his boss's office just in time to overhear a phone conversation about him. “Like I said earlier, it’s unprofessional for a teacher to date a parent of the kid he teaches.” His boss said in a serious tone. “I’m sorry, but no amount of money can make me help you. I respect the privacy of my teachers and stay out of their personal lives."
AUTHOR’S POV They stepped into the shower area, and the sounds of bare feet stepping on the tile were getting louder and louder as they made it under one of the shower heads. The shower area itself was just a single room, blocked by a small door. There was no cover between the five or six showers, so they both had plenty of space to mess around and get each other clean. The whole shower room was tiled, so the two would have to try hard not to fall over because of how slippery everything was. “I have always wanted to do this with someone, but I haven’t had a proper girlfriend in a long time.” His voice was silky as velvet. The guard pushed Alicia against the cold tiled wall, his body squishing up against hers. Her nipples were hard and almost carved into his chest, but he didn't care. Her breasts squeezed and contoured around his chest as they both continued kissing. Their legs were moving constantly, trying to find a good footing, before eventually finding a good rhythm. The guard