TRISTAN’S POVOrion’s mood the following days wa one I had not experienced before. He was brooding and barely showed up for meetings. I had to be the responsible one because he totally blocked out everyone that tried to talk to him. I heard this from my other brothers. I didn’t even try.After hearing about the fight between him and Logan, I knew he must have really loved Emilia. I tried to feel sympathetic but it wasn’t working. My heart was long dead and buried. It couldn’t find a single pity to give. Although I loved the fact Orion and Emilia were not together. It was affecting my life.After I could not live the manor without arousing suspicion as the shootout between the two gangs had gotten to the ears of the public. I had to stay indoors most of the times because all I heard in the pack house was how to stop this abomination of a gang. Apparently that was what they called us. If Orion was his usual self, I would have been able to sneak in and out without being noticed but now a
ORION’S POVWhen the gunshots had sounded, I had gone into the safe room with the rest of the pack . It had occurred suddenly. These men have become bold, for the fact they attacked a pack of werewolves meant they could be supernatural creatures too. Armed guards went out to find where the men were at and came back with a humorous story. It wasn’t gunshots, it had been fireworks. I looked around for Tristan and he was nowhere to be found. Eureka! This has to be Tristan’s doing, there was no other person I knew who was mischievous to that level, but why did he do it? What was she playing at? I knew him like the back of my hand and knew that whatever he was doing would affect everyone around him.I went to his room, hoping to see him there but I could not find him. Logan mindlinked me immediately that Father seemed our presence. Tristan’s absence will be noticed and will definitely arouse suspicion.As we assembled before him. The Alpha let out a sigh of defeat. Several opinions arose
EMILIA'S POVLeaving work felt better than it used to be. With all the mess in my life, the last thing I wanted was to attend to clients. I was mentally and physically drained, and I knew that if I attended to one more customer, it was going to be a disaster.After attending to the man I had treated badly a few minutes ago, I apologized time and time again and was pleased when he assured me that everything was going to be fine, that he had forgiven me. Despite the fact that my life was in shambles, I knew that it wasn't an excuse to lose clients. It was up to me to control my personal chaos while attending to the clients with utmost respect. After all, as Paige would say, “customer is king.”I needed my peace, I needed the quiet of my home. Time and time again, the image of Orion and Tristan filtered into my head. The image was a firm imprint on my mind, plaguing me throughout work. It had been hard to concentrate while giving the client a tour. All I wanted was love, all I had wan
ORION'S POVI retrieved the human blood that was always stored in the freezer for all members of the family. They were in cans, well preserved and best served when chilled, according to the instructions on it. It had been my father's idea to make them in bulk, and it was a good idea because it seemed to help when one was tired. At that moment, I was more than tired. I was mentally drained and exhausted.Not only from the problems that had seemed to mess up my relationship with Emilia, but because I knew who was the cause of those problems. All my problems so far could be traced to only one person, and that was my brother, Tristan.There was this unpredictability about him, and I knew even before time that my brother was capable of wrecking havoc. As a kid, he was among the first to start riding horses even though we had been warned as kids not to do so. That explained the crack that sometimes came from his knee when he stood for too long. He had broken his leg after riding Thunderst
TRISTAN POVI was summoned by Logan, my brother through mindlinking. Apparently, a meeting was being held at the palace and my presence was needed. I rejected the summoning instantly, blocking every form of him being able to talk to me. I was in the midst of an operation, and the last thing I wanted was being disturbed. I knew the Alpha, my father wasn't going to take it lightly when he found out that I wasn't at the meeting, but I was willing to risk it. Killing Rufus had made me instantly appoint another wolf to be in charge of activities when I was away at the palace or away on any other duty. His name was Henry, and he was strong and fierce. He was waiting for my instructions, his hands by his side. I always wanted to tell him that he could relax in my presence, but I decided to let him be. If that was the only way he could function, then I wanted to let him be. “Henry? Surround the house. Today, we show the wolf world that the masked dealers aren't to be messed with. We are a
TRISTAN'S POV“Still doesn't explain that of all dealers in the wolf world, you thought you could play me and get away with it. I'm sorry, but you need to be taught the lesson of your life, Marco.”The strike was swift. I had torn off a portion of his skin, leaving his ribs and his lungs exposed. The cry and wail that rented the quiet of the night was music to my ears. I wanted them all to hear it, I wanted them to know. I wasn't to be joked with, I wasn't one to be messed with. I wanted to pass that message across. That I wasn't anybody's regular dealer. We were the masked men, and we were going to destroy and clear any obstacle that opposed us, that tried to be too smart when it came to business.“Please, temper justice with mercy. I promise that this won't repeat itself ever again.”I grinned devilishly, staring at the weak sight that was once Marco Reus, at the crimson pool that was his blood as it stained the sheets, rendering the white useless. His wails were something else,
ORION'S POV Bleeding, I watched the man from the masked dealers gang escape. Although I was a superior wolf, I found out that he was way stronger than most wolves his size and his age. The strike had been swift and accurate, and it infuriated me that he had struck me cleanly when I least expected it. I watched them go, driving away in the two trucks that had brought them, the roar of their engines fading into the night.I knew better than to follow them. They were highly trained and organized criminals . I was following them at my own risk. Fighting them had told me what I needed to know. The whole of New Orleans was in trouble if the disease that was the masked dealers wasn't curbed as soon as possible. They were a plague, and I found out that with the right resources and the right powers, they would be way stronger than imagined. The city would be terrified by their reign of terror,and it was going to take highly trained and skilled soldiers to defeat them. I doubted that the pa
TRISTAN POVThe court was filled up by the time I made my way inside, my legs tired from all the running I had been doing. I found myself wondering if I was getting old. In days back, it was rare for me to get tired after runs like the ones I had just done. But I found out that I was tired, my legs were threatening to give way beneath me, and my chest was burning in protest. I looked around the court, smiling at Logan and ignoring the burning in my chest. The rest of the brothers were all seated in their positions according to the hierarchy. I looked at the empty throne that was my father's, knowing that he always arrived at the court last. Anybody that entered after him was turned back, if not punished. I sat next to Wilfred, one of my brothers who I couldn't place his hierarchical status. From where he sat, I could tell he was next to me, but he wasn't popular amongst the wolves. If not, I would've known him at least. The stares that greeted me from a few of my brothers told me
TRISTAN'S POV He laughed again, laughter that burnt my chest. Laughter that made me want to punch him in the stomach and hit him on the face until I drew blood. “Who knew that in a few weeks, you'll be here with me, eh? Eating leftovers, and about to be judged by a panel of Elders and your own brothers. Life is a rollercoaster, Tristan. And it's your turn to go on that ride.”I shook my head in anger when he shoved me again. “Don't push me!” I hissed angrily. “I'm in charge here, Tristan. And you're going to do as I say. Now move!”He was right. I was now underneath him. He was in charge, and there was nothing I could do. How the mighty falleth!_________ORION'S POVStanding before my brothers and the elders, I raised my hand in silence. Before me, I held the bottle that was filled to the brim with acid, which served as an evidence before the whole court that my brother, Tristan Ironclaw had been charged for the death of a dozen people and conspiracy to kill me and the rest of t
ORION'S POVStaring at Rosalind, I was filled with rage. How could Tristan be so callous? How evil could he be? For him to do such a thing to his brothers meant that he could go to any length to try and destroy most of us. It meant he was willing to go to any length to destroy whoever had been standing in his way on his charge to become the Alpha. It was a good thing that he was locked up, just where he deserved to be. There were no two ways about it. “Denver!”I called out, placing my hand atop Emilia's in order to let her know that she wasn't alone. I was annoyed, but not at her. I was offended by my brother's callousness, by his lack of human empathy, sympathy and love. Being his brother at that moment was something I wouldn't even wish on my worst enemy. He was an evil man, a very callous person, and I wanted him to be paid according to how he had lived his life, according to how evil he had been. “Yes royal one.”Denver was beside me in a flash, the worry on his face mirrorin
EMILIA'S POVBrushing my teeth in the bathroom, I couldn't help but smile time and time again. My head was filled with pleasant thoughts, and that was all I cared for at the moment. I wanted the pleasant thoughts to continue, I didn't want them to end in any way. All I thought of was marriage with Orion Ironclaw, and how I wanted to spend the rest of my days with him. I imagined living in the palace, and I imagined our children running around. He was eventually going to be the Alpha, and I imagined him being disturbed by one or two thoughts and problems that plagued the land, and there I was, comforting him, telling him that everything was going to be alright. It was all I wanted to think about all day, it was where I wanted to be. I loved him to the moon and back, and with Tristan gone and locked up in jail, it was going to be a rollercoaster ride for all of us. I wanted us to get married immediately, because I didn't want any problems or obstacles. Because I wanted to continue be
ORION'S POV “Good morning chef Sarah. I want to prepare something for my girlfriend. I know you guys must have already prepared a meal for the occupants of the palace, but I'd like to prepare something special. And yes, I'd like you guys to help me. But from a distance, please don't interfere.”Sarah smiled, then nodded. It was obvious that she understood where I was coming from. Most of them had heard about the showdown with Tristan, and had probably heard that he was in prison too. Nodding, I noticed a young cook who seemed disturbed by my presence. Her hands were trembling, and she was in a corner, standing as she stared at me. Smiling at her, I noticed that she averted her eyes. But I didn't take it to heart, that was the reaction of most servants when I tried to be friendly. Without skipping a beat, I decided to start preparing breakfast for Emilia before she woke up. Asking questions, I managed to find the eggs and then put them into a bowl before whisking them. Bread was wh
ORION'S POVI stirred awake, the rays of the sun that pierced the windows blinding me monetarily. For a minute, I didn't know where I was. I stared, surprised and in clear wonderment. And then I remembered. I was in the palace, in my room. And beside me was my girlfriend, a woman that I loved and had always loved. A woman that I was ready to lay down my life for, a woman that I was ready to spend the rest of my life with. Just seeing Emilia beside me made me excited. The fact that I hadn't been this close to her in months, that we were not allowed to be close to each other because of obstacles that existed in the form of my brother and her ex boyfriend made me bitter. But all that bitterness had been transformed into love now. I no longer felt bitter towards my brother, who at that moment had been handed unto the hands of the pack by the police force. We were going to deal with him, just as our laws, rules and regulations required, while they were free to deal with the remainder of
EMILIA'S POVI was seated on my bed watching the television when Elena called me, telling me to turn to the NBC News channel immediately. I did so, and I was shocked at what I saw on the television. Tristan Ironclaw had been arrested after he was identified as one of the most notorious criminals of the past year. I couldn't believe it. I was actually free. Him being arrested meant that I was free to go back to my lover, and I was free to go back to the palace as well. My life had been pretty messed up, filled with ups and downs, and it was eventually time for a change. I broke down and wept, still looking at the television. Tristan Ironclaw had been the worst thing to ever happen to me. And now, he was going to jail, where he was going to spend the rest of his days. The evidence against him according to the television was massive, and I found myself wondering what they had found on him. I didn't care.All I seemed to care about at that moment was that my life was finally mine agai
ORION'S POVAs soon as they shook hands, our van drove in, and in a twinkle of an eye, I could see Tristan transform into a wolf. But I was ready. Clutching the gun that was armed with several bullets, I transformed into a wolf as well, blocking his path and tripping him as he began to run. He fell in a heap on the ground, and I pointed the gun at him. He smiled at me, a nervous smile, and I shook my head, perplexed. My twin brother was a hardened criminal. He was laughing even though death was staring him in the face. He was showing that he had no remorse for whatever he had done in the past. He was just showing everybody the type of man he was. “I should've known. Who else will be in charge of my downfall if not for my own twin brother, if not for my nemesis from day one.”“You are your own nemesis, Tristan. The evil you've done in this city is only coming back to haunt you. I am your karma, and I'm telling you right now that you should surrender and hand yourself over to the pol
EMILIA'S POVI nodded, acknowledging at that moment that I loved listening to Orion Ironclaw speak. His voice was soothing, especially for the fact that I hadn't heard it in days. As soon as we were done discussing the matter of Tristan Ironclaw and his masked dealers agency, I proceeded to tell them that I couldn't live with Charles anymore. It was going to be better if I checked into a hotel on the outskirts of town where he would never find me. Agreeing immediately and seemingly annoyed, Orion immediately agreed to it. He wasn't going to let anything happen to me while he was alive, he swore time and time again. I entered the car while we drove to a hotel in the outskirts. There, I checked in, and Orion paid for everything, including my room service. “After all this is over, you'll be back with me in the palace as my wife. We've suffered so much, Emilia, we deserve every good thing in the world. Which is why I'm going to say we should get married as soon as possible.”I clutche
EMILIA'S POVI had swallowed it for too long. I knew that I had tried my best, and I was supposed to move forward. At least, I was supposed to be treated as if I wasn't in a dungeon anymore. If he loved me, he was going to allow me to do what I wished. He was going to let my plans flow as smoothly as I wanted it to. “I need to go out, Charles. I've been locked in here for two weeks. You've bluntly refused to let me go out. Is this love? You say you're afraid of Tristan, but you go out everyday yourself? What does that mean?”He shook his head, then tried to touch me. I ducked immediately, then swore inwardly. Why did he keep trying to touch me? It only made my skin crawl with repulsion, and I wondered if he couldn't see it. I hated him, and he wasn't even seeing it. “You need to understand that you are fragile, Emilia. I love you, and I'm trying to let you understand that.”I shook my head angrily. This wasn't love. It was something else. I didn't deserve to be locked up like an ani