LANDON:I kept evaluating who could be after me once more. Clay, Mirage, and Venita's father were gone. Who was it? Or, this was all planted by them before their demise? I granted an interview to debunk the rumors- well, truth, actually- I just didn't want humans on my back wondering if I was a beast by day and human by night."Did they also add that I could fly?" I joked. The interviewer and her crew added suspenseful laughter. "It would be nice if I could do all they've accused me of. I just think that people should go get jobs and stop laying unnecessary accusations just to get what I have."The blonde adjusted her skirt and flipped to the next page of her script. "So, how did they gather the pictures and videos making rounds? If there is something, you're a very private person, Mr. Kurt.""I have no idea. They have fabricated such materials before so they could get my company. They failed once. They will fail again," I said with confidence. "For now, I want to focus on my family,"
VENITA:I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How on earth did they wake up to come up with such an idea? How in the universe was I going to take Landon's place and become their Alpha? It was enough that I had accepted to be Landon's Luna and go back to stay permanently at the packhouse but this was preposterous. Outrageous. The anger and disappointment Landon was fuming with, I could smell and feel it. He was a burning coal. Landon, incredulous, snapped, "Are you siding with them, Alex? Don't forget I put you where you are when nobody recognized you!"The chaos was getting out of hand and I hated it. I had to mediate. "Enough! I'm simply not going to consider or have anything to do with this crazy proposal. Alpha Landon rules us all. I'm his mate and the Luna of this pack once we hold our ceremony. That's all I'll ever be." I had hardly finished speaking when every one of them stood in unison. "I'm afraid the matter is no longer in your place to decide. We want Alpha Venita or the
LANDON:There was no end to this. No end to everyone trying to snatch something from me."Hey, I would like to talk to your inspector or supervisor. Whosoever that's in charge. And, I would love to contact one of my lawyers," I ordered. The van they tossed me into felt cramped and these guys were masked, exchanging uneasy glances without saying anything. Almost like each glance was a silent communication.No one responded. Rather they began to put on thick masks that prevented the penetration of gas. What was their deal? The van didn't have any form of gas emitting anywhere. I could easily take out the two guys sitting one at my left and the other at my right. However, what about the two in front of me and the three sitting behind me gripping fearfully onto their gun? Then there was the driver and the guy sitting with him, making them a total of nine men. The other vans held the same number of men or slightly more. There was no way fighting them wouldn't result in bloodshed and that w
VENITA: I anxiously perched on the edge of the uncomfortable chair in the Doctor's office, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. The white walls seemed to laugh at me for some reason as I waited for the doctor. I had asked Cross to drive me to the nearest hospital so I could get myself checked out again. I wasn't comfortable with the constant fainting and messed up hormones and appetite. Plus, my instinct told me to do this, overriding Dr. Grant's diagnosis. Here I was, my heart thumping loudly for many reasons, the most questionable being what news was I about to receive. The beautiful blonde-haired doctor walked in, a smile on her face that attempted to soothe the tension in the room. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to make out her name tag pinned on her lab coat. It read Dr. Nancy. "Venita, we've got your test results," Dr. Nancy announced, her gaze holding a mixture of warmth and something else. My heart skipped a beat. The doctor continued, "Congratulations, you're pregnant!" Fo
LANDON:Bound by an unrelenting agony, I teetered on the brink of consciousness, only to be yanked back into the torment each time I succumbed to unconsciousness by something cold being placed on my forehead to revive me. "What are you doing to me?" I croaked my voice a feeble whisper that might have been lost in the vastness of the sterile room. My vision, blurred and hazy, revealed my limbs tightly secured to a metal pole, forming a grotesque crucifix. A ton of wires connected to my body, each adding a layer to the excruciating pain that engulfed me. They were hooked to beeping machines. Lab-coated figures moved around, their faces obscured by the blur of my struggling awareness. They chattered and huddled, engrossed in discussions that were beyond my comprehension. The hum of machines underscored the surreal scene. Dr. Grant, acted indifferent to my torment and casually sipped his coffee. He approached, his footsteps echoing in the sterile room, and gently smacked my cheeks."How
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
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: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