NIGEL'S POV “Here you go babe.” Durk handed me a hot Heineken that I accepted with a fake smile. I hadn't been this uncomfortable since I first ejaculated. Man, Durk lived like a Hillbilly. His place was disgusting, living in an old mobile home in the woods. But given he was once a rogue, and only got pack status after his sister was mated to the alpha over in the Clip Claw Pack, I could look past it all. The mutt didn’t know any better. “Nice trailer,” I lied, sucking on the bottle of Heineken. “It's a dump, but thanks,” he wet his lips as he stared at me. I gulped down some more of the beer. “You know, it's miles away from any neighbours,” he gently rubbed the side of the chair he was sitting on. “So no one would be able to hear your screams,” he grinned as he plopped his feet up on the coffee table and relaxed his arms on the old settee. I swallowed everything that was in the bottle, then leaned over and grabbed another bottle of Heineken and popped the top off with my teeth
MIRANDA’S POVThe world just seemed gloomy right now. Nigel was probably using my body to ride that jerk Durk at this very moment. Maybe that was the reason for my awful stomach aches. The world was a messed up place. It wasn't at all like those fairytale books I kept reading. My senses were off because I was so angry at Nigel for being such a gigantic A-hole. “Miranda, I'm sorry. I know you have been saving yourself for someone special,” Taurus apologized. “I promise Nigel will suffer the consequences for hurting you like this.”“I wasn’t just saving myself for just anyone, Taurus. I was saving it for the one. The man I will spend the rest of my life with, and now Nigel is flushing it all down the toilet,” I spoke through gritted teeth. I didn’t need to tell Taurus how angry or scared I was. He felt it just like how I felt his concerns for me. “I wish I could do something to help,” he snickered while he padded around inside my head thinking about ways to help me or soothe me. “I kn
NIGEL'S POV His eyes glowed like fire-red lanterns. Did I really just run into a vampire? I quizzed myself. No, he would've launched an attack by now. Vampires were driven by their thirst and hunger. If he were a vampire, then he would have been sucking me dry by now. Then he must be a wolf. I decided to show a brave front. “What do you want?” I demanded. A deep sense of uneasiness held me rigid. Great, I was gonna die a virgin. Who would have thought? I waited for his response, but the silence was unnerving. The way his eyes kept looking at me without blinking, I faltered a bit. “I'm just passing through,” I stammered, my throat tightening in terror when his red eyes glowed brighter. I had heard about the infamous red-eyed werewolves, but hadn't met one until Eliza. I was told they were treacherous and evil since they loved to torture their preys before they kill them. “You don’t say. So you're just passing through, heh?” His voice snaked over my body, causing a prickle on my
THIRD-PERSON POV"We shouldn't be here, Sylvester," Razor grumbled as he let his human lead the way onto Vanderwolf's territory. "We're rogue. We cannot be on pack lands. If the alpha catches us here, he will try to kill us.""He can try, but I will fight back. He hurt our mate, Razor. He deserves to die." Sylvester stood at the edge of the forest and kept his piercing gaze on the Vanderwolf mansion. "I just want to catch a glimpse of her or even get a whiff of her scent, then we can leave after knowing that she is OK."Razor growled. He didn't appreciate sharing the same feelings as Sylvester, but he needed to know as well. They did come all this way to see Peaches. "Alright, but we leave as soon as we see she's not hurt."Sylvester continued to watch the house, folding his fists out of anger, when he saw the podium that he knew Nolan whipped Peaches on. A figure in wolf form swiftly exited through the backdoor. He sensed the person was of alpha bloodline, but it wasn't Nolan's wolf.
THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda struggled fiercely to control Taurus. He was so angry at Nigel for having sex with Durk while he was inside Miranda's body. He felt like Nigel had violated Miranda, and the thought alone was making Taurus sick. Using his snout, the angry wolf pushed Nigel back to the ground. Every time Nigel attempted to get up, Taurus forced him back down. Miranda was upset too. She felt completely devastated, but a fight between the two wouldn't resolve anything. "Please stop, that's enough,” Miranda said to Taurus. "I'm exhausted and just want to head home.” "What about him? Should I transform back into my human form so we could walk together?" "No, let him ride us back to the pack mansion. I don't feel like talking to him right now. But I must speak with Alpha Nolan.” "About what?" "The werewolf I saw. I believe he was the rogue who attacked one of the warriors a while back.” "He might be the one who attacked Rand, but he never mentioned he has red eyes
THIRD-PERSON POV "You what?" Sephtis raved as he listened to his father tell him about his run-in with Peaches. "Dad, I can't believe you went and saw her," he paced back and forth until he was calmer. "Did you tell her about me?" "Yes I did, son, and she wishes to meet you." Sylvester was hoping his son would at least agree to see her, but Sephtis inherited his stubborn ways. "Well, I don't want to see her, at least not until I'm ready,” Sephtis grunted. "I know you're hurt, son, but she wants a chance to explain everything to you. She would like to apologize for leaving you and beg for your forgiveness." Sephtis got angry now, his eyes flashing from blue to black. "Dad, sometimes I wonder if you are here just to stress me," he sighed and Sylvester chuckled. "I'm your father, so what good am I if I don't rattle my sons' spirits," Sylvester grabbed Sephtis's shoulders and rested his forehead against his. "I love you, son, and I'll do anything for my children." "I know D
THIRD-PERSON POV Luna Peaches was dressed in her favourite yellow chiffon dress. She held her breath while she secured her hair with tiny brown and white butterfly clips. The same ones she wore the day she first met Sylvester. As she fastened her brown wedge heel sandals, she let out an exhale. Her fingers trembled as they snatched the coat that was thrown over her closet door. "Mom, I won't let you go there by yourself," Miranda declared, forcefully grabbing Luna's shoulders. "Nigel, I'm a grown woman and can do as I please," snapped Peaches, unhappy with her son's reprimand. She released a weary breath. "Look, honey, I know you're worried, but Sylvester would never hurt me. He's my mate." Miranda softened. "What if I come with you but keep my distance?" She negotiated. "No. As I promised Sylvester, first, I'll meet Sephtis as per our deal, then we'll set up the meeting for you to meet your brother at a later date." "But mom –" "Nigel, please!" Peaches hissed. "You
THIRD-PERSON POV “Shut up, Lance, let me think,” Stanley barked at his wolf. He was tired of living off nature and moving from land to land because rogues weren't allowed to settle in one place for too long. Since he found out he was a werewolf, he had been travelling with his father, who was said to be one of the strongest wolves to have ever existed. He also learned that his father was a king in his own right, therefore making Stanley a prince. But being that he wasn't his father's eldest, the crown will be passed to Sephtis instead. This made Stanley angry. He believed his wolf was braver than his brother's wolf and a lot meaner, so he should be the one to rule, not Septhis. “OK, but father will be pissed that we're not there to greet his little Luna.” “I don't care about father right now. I just need to see Miranda and explain to her, I still have feelings for her,” Stanley explained. Seeing Miranda again had awoken something in him, but he couldn't put a finger on what it wa
NIGEL'S POVI was tired and hungry, plus I didn't understand why these nerds weren't bothered by the shit smell that was seeping off my so-called grandpa. So what if he looked exactly like my dad under his hobo appearance? That still didn't make him my grandfather. I hissed because if he resembled my father, it also meant he resembled me since people said I was a spitting image of my dad. Life was so unfair. I hate this, and I hate him. Nigel Senior, I scoffed. Why did Father have to name me after such an evil man? "Are we there yet?" I was this close to screaming and throwing a bitch-fit. My feet hurt to the point they felt like they were about to fall off. "Just a couple more minutes," my grandpappy answered. His breath smelt terrible... Like when was the last fucking time he used toothpaste? I looked around and smacked myself in the face. There were no supermarkets or malls here, so of course he didn't have access to the finer things in life. And Miranda thought Howling's Cliff
MIRANDA'S POV"Excuse me! Come again! You're my what?" I asked, raising my hands in the air and waving them about like I was at a rock concert. With his palm still outstretched to me, he repeated, "My name is Alpha Nigel Vanderwolf, and I am your grand...""Yes, yes, I heard you the first time,” I choked out. "But you just said I should...""I know what I just said, it was a rhetorical question." When he realized I wasn't going to shake his hand, he dropped it to his side. My eyes scanned him from head to toe. "Mighty God!" I yelped when I saw his feet. His toes seemed like they were not on speaking terms with each other to how far apart they were spread. His rugged look reminded me of when Alan came back after spending twenty years in the Jumanji Jungle. "So you're Nigel Senior," Valko finally spoke. He stepped up to the old man. "I'm Valko Silver.""Ah, I should have known Valor's pup would be following behind Nolan's pup's tail," he chuckled, and Velma growled. "And what's your
THIRD-PERSON POVA werewolf emerged from the shadows, but he was not an ordinary predator. He moved like he was a shadow; he made no sounds or caused no ruckus. He fixed his bright red eyes on the human girl curled up in the arms of the young werewolf. The sounds of their heavy breathings and thumping hearts were music to his ears because he found satisfaction in seeing his victims paralysed with fright, which made their flesh soft for him to dine on. Their screams also made their blood turned sweeter, resulting in the best sort of perfume for him. His nostrils widened as he detected the scent of the human. He curled back his lips, revealing his dark gums and yellow stained teeth, letting out a low rumbling growl. He didn’t care that he was outnumbered, as he already understood their outcomes; within moments, the girl would suffer a fatal wound to her throat, her body would be eaten, and her blood would mark the ground covered in grass. It would be easy for him to pick them off on
THIRD-PERSON POVDuran's mind kept going back to his mate, wondering what she was doing, and if she missed him. Izanna's description of the Mad Alpha was making him rethink this trip he was on. He should have stayed home with his mate who was carrying his pup. The Moon Goddess would be cruel to kill him now after all that he had been through. As he made his way to the Mystic Mountain, his mind became chaotic. Clarke occupied most of Valko's thoughts. He loved how vibrant and red her hair was and how incredibly luscious, thick and flawless those curls were. He kept reminiscing about how she arched her back and flashed her hair from side to side when they made love. Now he wondered if coming on this adventure was the right thing to do. Breathing out, he made his way steadily toward the mountain that was said to be home to this Mad Alpha. Velma walked alongside Lazarus, their hands intertwined. The two seemed inseparable now that most of their friends knew they were true mates. Velma w
LAZARUS'S POVIt had been two centuries since I tasted human blood. Other vampires might describe it as being rich, tantalizing, or irresistible. But for me it is sensual, addictive, and climatic. The taste of this human's blood was unlike any I'd ever tasted. It was like I couldn't stop. The more mouthfuls I took, the more my thirst intensified.I could feel Nigel's muscles resisting at first when my fangs found his flesh and pierced into it. The soft warmth giving way like a ripe melon, filling my mouth with thick, delicious blood. He shuddered in my hands as I drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, revelling in the strength and life that filled my veins, jolted my limbs, granted me a semblance of life.Soon my pheromones entered his bloodstream through my saliva and even though I was killing him, the high and ecstasy of my bite was tricking his brain into begging me not to stop. He let out soft moans, his body relaxing as I supported more of his weight with my strong arms w
THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda found the walk back to the Nymph camp less awkward than she expected. She learned that Nigel had been retrieving bits of his memory for the last couple of days, but once he emerged from the whirlpool, everything flooded back to him. They walked hand in hand, enjoying their conversation. He questioned her regarding her training with beta Valor, and she felt compelled to tell him the truth that things weren't progressing well. "I'm glad you told me," Nigel murmured. "Father must be pissed." "Yeah, he is big mad," Miranda whispered. "I just wish I knew how mom is doing, especially after learning that father whipped you," he paused. "I'm so sorry, Miranda." "It's OK, it's not your fault." Miranda felt guilty for keeping what truly happened to Peaches from Nigel. "I know, even so, I wish I was there for you." "Believe me, you should feel grateful that you missed what he did to Peaches." "MIRANDA!" Taurus boomed. "Crap," Miranda cursed und
MIRANDA'S POV "Where do you buy your perfume?" He asked out of the blue. We seized our splashes and worked to catch our breaths. "At an outlet." "Oh, I think I will get some when we go home. I've run out, and I like how it smells." "OK," I let out with a questioning tone. "Cool," he answered. "You're weird," I wrinkled my nose. "I am?" He challenged, moving impossibly closer to me so that my chest was touching his, causing me to gulp in exhilaration and also intimidation. I thought we were done touching for now. "Yes you are." "Well you're beautiful, Miranda." What? "Are you high or something?" I snorted, trying to act unaffected, although my heart was beating at an inhumanly fast speed. "I can't be here for this," Taurus rumbled. "I'm out." I felt Taurus drifting away, refusing to endure us any further. He shook his head. "I'm completely sober." "Well thank you, I guess," I replied, swallowing hard. "You're beautiful too, Nigel." "I know," he smir
MIRANDA'S POV I was really nervous and couldn't believe I was actually skinny-dipping in an enchanted lagoon with Nigel Vanderwolf. I was too busy asking myself why the heck was I doing this to notice Nigel swimming closer to me. "Why do you look so constipated?" He asked. I shifted my gaze in a shy manner, blushing as I realized he had noticed my uncertainty. "I am not constipated, I'm just..." His hands around my shoulders cuts my speech. "Nervous? But there's nothing to be nervous about," he chuckled. "Look around you, we're in a mystical place swimming in the bluest lagoon I've ever seen." "Yes, but we're also naked," I told him, my mind trying to think about something other than us touching while we were both naked. "So what? We were born naked," he cackled. "Look Miranda, if you're gonna roll with werewolves, you've gotta learn how to swing in the nude 99 percent of the time." "Believe that," I heard Taurus let out. "I don't think I'll ever get used t
THIRD-PERSON POV The group of heroes continued following the nymph until they started to notice a surreal light filtering from between some palm trees that stood in line like soldiers, but up further there were a few that were woven together almost like fabric. The branches formed one huge canopy over the top of this charming spot. While the friends studied the branches, they became aware of their surroundings. In the stillness, the wind serenaded a sweet melody through the air. The breeze against their cheeks felt like tiny wet kisses against their skin. As the leaves rustled together, they formed a soothing ambiance that enveloped the group, making them feel secure and tranquil. The echoes of laughter and idle conversations filled the air around them. With each step they took, the noise increased in volume. The sound of birds singing and flutes playing romantic ballads also filled the air. Izanna made an abrupt stop and instructed everyone to be quiet before she pulled