VENITA:The only words Landon said to me when he got back were, "hope you're ready for work. Get prepared, we leave together by five. Aurora will bring my schedule to you. Throughout his return he avoided me like a plague, making sure I didn't run into him for once. I couldn't sleep that night as numerous thoughts flooded my head and heart. It was a silent torture, I couldn't handle anymore. I don't know what I expected of him, but, I needed him to say more. Scream at me. Punch a headboard like he did the first day I came to his house._ _ _ _ _Three in the morning barely came and I was awake getting ready. I had cold feet and jittery emotions. Sasha was still soundly asleep and there was no need to wake her yet so I got myself ready, intentionally taking the stairs numerous times than required just to see if I would run into him. Unfortunately, I didn't. He was out of sight and reach. I haven't craved the attention of anyone until Landon. I missed his communication.I finished at pa
VENITA:Landon held up his hands as if Jason were brandishing a gun and demanding his wallet. He wrinkled his nose at Jason’s hand like it was covered in infectious disease. He said, “I just don't touch anyone today. I forgot my sanitiser, Jason. Plus, I have no idea where that hand has been.” Jason’s hand dangled in the air for a moment, then he let it drop to his side and lowered himself into a nearby chair. He had a look on his face like a kid who has had his candy taken by an overprotective parent. Or a balloon that someone had just seen fit to pop. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “We just signed the contracts, Jason,” Zenith said as Landon pulled up the chair next to him and plopped down in it. “They’ll start work on Wednesday.” “Uhmm, good. If only we wouldn't have a problem with an attitude.” Jason said with a serious expression that was clearly directed toward Landon. He blew out a long breath and reached it his cup, drinking the content before his eyes went down the ta
LANDON:Jason Walsh, that obnoxious playboy, seemed to think he could bring his womanizing antics wherever he pleased. I reluctantly accepted this contract, primarily because of the good rapport I had with Libra, and because Peter had crafted a proposal promising a profit of a hundred million dollars. It was a chance to make up for Anthony's failed projects and put Peter's potential to good use. I couldn't bear the thought of keeping him hidden in a corner, wasting his talents. Hence, I made the decision to promote Peter, entrusting Zenith to oversee the entire transaction.However, when I got wind of Jason's presence at the event, it rubbed me the wrong way. The spoiled brat had the audacity to shamelessly ogle my mate right in front of me. She, on the other hand, stood her ground and met his gaze without flinching. It was as if she was relishing his attention and even encouraging him. Something about him didn't sit right with me; he reeked of deceit and promiscuity. I could bet that
LANDON:I quickly picked up on the disturbance in Venita's energy and scent. It was clear that something was amiss. With a sense of urgency, I followed the disarray to the kitchen where I found Venita cornered by Rosalie, who appeared to be delivering an intimidating lecture. Venita stood there, frozen and vulnerable, her head bowed, while Rosalie continued to berate her with hurtful words and aggressive gestures.My chest tightened, and a low growl escaped my lips as I observed the situation. It was evident that this wasn't a typical workplace discussion about coffee machines or office etiquette. Rosalie's demeanor was far more hostile, and her words had a cutting edge to them.I strained to tune in to their conversation, attempting to decipher Rosalie's harsh words and Venita's subdued responses."...look at the rag you're wearing," Rosalie sneered, poking Venita's chest. "You had eyes to seduce a billionaire. I don't blame cheap whores like you. I blame the organization for not pro
VENITA:What did he expect of me when he always came running to save me like my knight in shining armor? Countless times when I was in distress, he managed to show up just when I needed him most. It was both relieving and addicting, that feeling of being protected and cherished. Especially the overwhelming masculinity he exuded whenever he took charge of a situation. He stood there, tall and powerful, as if he ruled the world. There was an undeniable aura of authority about him that made everyone else seem small and insignificant. I wouldn't be surprised if there was an element of royalty in him.At just thirty years old, he held empires upon empires, commanding a wealth and influence that dwarfed other wealthy individuals. His presence was intimidating, and he had the power to make those who thought themselves superior feel small. I yearned for a life like his, or at least something closer to it. With such resources and status, I wouldn't have to deal with the likes of Rosalie and Ja
LANDON:I used to be indifferent when witnessing someone being looked down upon. After all, it wasn't my business, and if you wanted to change that, you had the option to work hard, make money, elevate your social standing, and become someone so significant that others would bow to you instead of wanting to push you aside. However, there was a clear line drawn when it came to Venita.I chose this high-end boutique, Chic Couture Château, for a specific reason. It exuded luxury and class, offering the very best in the city. I had first discovered this place with Mirage, though she never witnessed the experience as she should have. Now, I was thrilled to have Venita join me in this exquisite environment.Over the years, I had often worked with Genevive, placing my trust in her ability to provide me with the finest offerings. Even during the times when I had lost interest in women, I had Peter handle my shopping, not caring about what he picked as long as it enhanced my pleasure and made
VENITA:"Mr. Kurt, your daughter gave another student a slash mark," the principal, perhaps out of habit, chose to address Landon instead of me. I didn't hold it against her, especially given how Landon had led the way. I had to admit; I might have done the same. Why wouldn't I? Landon had not only transformed my wardrobe but also my entire image. He had spent a fortune on clothing, shoes, and expensive accessories. The truth was, I could quit my job, move away from his life, sell these items, and set myself up for life. I didn't expect him to go to such lengths. I doubted he had done it for me. It was more about his exclusivity and comfort. He wouldn't want anyone to catch him shopping with someone like me that was why he restricted the place and he also didn't want wealthy clients making fun of him for having a poorly dressed secretary. Yet, there he was, addressing me as his lady at the boutique. It was confusing. How I wished it were genuine. It was challenging not to fall for
VENITA:As we settled into the car, Landon carefully placed Sasha in the back seat. All eyes seemed to be on us, and I experienced a mix of comfort and pride. Landon gallantly opened the car door for me before making his way to the driver's seat."I didn't do that," Sasha mumbled softly, her voice trembling."I know, sweetheart," I reassured her, reaching out to pat her hand gently.Landon, sitting in the front, began to address Sasha, his tone firm but caring. "Why did you get into a fight with that boy?""He called me a monster," Sasha admitted, her voice still shaken. "He just kept saying it, even when I begged him to stop. I got so mad, and I shoved him hard on his chest."My head snapped back so quickly that it might have sounded like a crack. I scrutinized my child, trying to make sense of her words. She had the build of a typical child her age. She stood at about three feet five inches tall and weighed around forty pounds. She was petite and still carrying a hint of baby chubbi
VENITA:Things with Landon have been...different. Although having him back changed a lot of things, for one, Sasha starting to talk again, he zoned off most of the time. Each time he was in that state and I found him, he quickly recollected himself. As much as I would love more vacation days, Landon didn't allow that. He went back to work after beating the crap out of Jason and handing him over to the cops. Landon, as always didn't let any of his betrayers go free. He rounded them up and imprisoned them while he thought of a suitable punishment. Surprisingly, he submitted himself to his pack. More like asking for forgiveness. Something Landon Kurt hardly did. It felt great seeing this side of him. He was more level-headed. I guess that was what happens when you have a near-death experience.Here he was dragging me to an unknown location. It was so beautiful to have him back."Just tell me where we are headed. This blindfold is killing me," I nagged."We're here," he announced almost
LANDON:"Wow," I exclaimed as I made another mark on the glass, making know that I had been here for exactly ninety-one days. I have run out of everything and even hibernating wouldn't help. I threw a disgusted glance over what had served me for the last ninety-one days. Nothing was left of it except bones which were beginning to dry up.When I went back to the building, Dr. Grant had lazily gotten up, dragging me to the box that held Venita. He shut it before I could fight him off and the next thing I saw was a shockwave bringing everything down and burying us in the ground. Apparently, the box had been designed also to withstand such a blast, and around the building had a ticking bomb and a manual controller which the sicko head had activated."Of there's no evidence, then, they won't have a case," he coughed out before smiling. "My work is done. Now, I can die in peace. However, more of us will stand up in generations to come to fight against your kind. Our story would be told," he
VENITA:Before I left for my appointment with Jason, I headed to Landon's to check on things. Yes, Lanson's house. I took a few of our things and moved back there since it gave me a sense of security. With the situation, Sasha was in no shape to go back to school so, she only had her therapist and Cross training her. Cross strengthened security as he wouldn't take chances having almost died."She still hasn't said anything?" I asked Cross. Mr. Grumpy was more kind and interactive with me after he woke up from a two-day coma."She hasn't. Should we get a speech specialist to make sure they didn't do anything to her vocal cords back at that crazy lab?" He was sweaty, panting, having just come out from their last session which lasted an hour.Running my hand through my hair, "I think it's more of a psychological damage than physical because she spoke to me when we came out of the lab. She only stopped speaking once she was taken to the hospital," I explained."Let's give it time. The who
VENITA:Three months after...It has been exactly three months since we got rescued. Three months of grief and loneliness. Three months of having to stay strong not knowing if Landon was out there somewhere. I pray he was. My heart shattered every time I thought about him. My nights were terrible whenever memories of the blast came wrapping arms around me.I stepped up in so many things despite my loss. As the doctors said, my pup couldn't be saved. For the first month, all I did was lie down and cry. I refused to eat or even entertain communication of any sort. I pushed my limits, forcing Leah to search in every corner within me if my pup was still there. She always apologized that it wasn't. I lost my pup and then Landon. Things would never be the same.Since I was wheeled to the emergency room and all attempts to save my pup failed, Sasha has refused to speak. She was assigned to a therapist whom she wouldn't say a word to. I kept in touch with Peter and the companies, he was the a
VENITA:Barely able to get off the floor and into the car to drive off despite my lightheadedness, the building that my mate had run back into went up in flames.Boom! was the shattering sound that pierced my ear and sent our car off balance. I couldn't comprehend what had happened. The whole building came down. There was no way anything could come out of that place.I held Sasha by the waist as she cried out, "Daddy!" unbuckling her seatbelt, in an attempt to run out of the car. We had somehow ended up close to a massive gate. Despite the explosion that shook the entire place, we were now facing uncountable angry-looking masked men taking powerful strides toward us.This was finally the end for us. Cross was out and Sasha couldn't take on those countless guys for sure. As for myself, I was in no shape to help in any way. If only a miracle could save us.The world erupted in chaos as the deafening sound of another blast echoed through the air. Sasha, Cross, and I were still confined
LANDON:Even though we were lost in battle, Sean was, for the first time making plans about my future. It was funny because it didn't care whether I would survive this moment to fulfill that expectation. All it wanted was clarity of the path ahead."Sean shut the fuck up and stop whining in my head. I need to concentrate. You're not even helping as I'm fighting with my human strength. So, please, zip it!" I scolded, punching another guy in his stomach."Don't shush me. If I hadn't answered you, you wouldn't even have seen the human strength to fight with. So, be grateful to me," he retorted.Meanwhile, Sasha was leading the frontline of battle. She was fierce and intimidating. She hadn't fully transformed and still exacted such power. If she fully transforms, she was going to be a war goddess. Yet, I knew that I was going to get her all the help that she needed. There was no way I was going to make my baby comfortable with this life of chaos. She was a princess and her mother, a Queen
VENITA:The scorching pain by the side of my stomach was unbearable. I had no clue what had been done to me. Oh, my baby. My pup. Forgive me for being such a weakling. I couldn't muster the strength to save any of us.While I battled with my thoughts, an unsuspecting commotion broke out. "Sasha!" I called out. My daughter had been injected with something. If the substance was making Dr. Grant panic, I had every reason to be beyond worried.In seconds, Landon had snapped the rest of his binds with his already-freed hand. He crouched, carrying Sasha in his hands. I saw his mouth moving but couldn't hear him. The box was soundproof. His expression went pale and I saw his veins pulsing from anger.Before Thronesman could say another word, Landon dropped Sasha onto the floor choking Thronesman. He began to punch him uncontrollably on his torso before throwing him at the group of doctors, shivering in a corner.Grant shot me a displeased look, dropping everything he was doing to step out
LANDON:Seeing your whole world in boxes, reduced to nothing kills a part of you. Despite constantly falling unconscious because of what was being done to me, I reached deep within me to a place of darkness to keep me awake. When I looked around, I growled so loud that the doctor who had been injecting something into me cowered in fear. "You love the beautiful sight, don't you?" Thronesman's annoying voice rang in my ears, causing me to glare at him. I scratched and clawed toward his direction but the binds kept me in place.My mate and daughter were being tortured in my presence along with my pup who I wasn't sure was still okay yet, I couldn't lift a finger. Was this really the end for me? I always thought my death would have witnessed a happier ending compared to this sad and condescending one."Don't worry, I'm not a monster to hurt a child. Moreover, we need her more than we need you two," Thronesman informed me. The was a clicking sound and Sasha bonded on a crucifix with barbe
VENITA:When I woke up, my head felt heavy and my throat felt dry. Trying to open my eyes, the light blinded me and I winced in discomfort. The room smelled like chemicals and I couldn't even move myself. Blinking hard, I started to feel my body once more. There were beeping machines and a hand on my body like something was being drawn on it.I heard a grunt almost directly above me as someone freed one of my wrists to use a hand to tightly grip my hair. I winced from the sudden pain and reached to try and pry the hand away when another hand grabbed my wrist and held it against the bed. “I’m almost done,” a low, rapturous voice said. “What’s going on?” I asked suddenly feeling a steady, constant pressure against my stomach. The hand that was burrowed into a fist of my hair tightened. A few more thrusts followed, and then the sound of a disappointed, loud moan, punctuated by something warm started to run down the side of my stomach. The hands released my hair and wrist, and I quickly s