VENITA:Concluding that moving out would help our relationship progress was easy. The hard part was discussing it with Landon. I couldn't find the right words and it made me constantly stammer. The pain on his face when I finally let it out was unlike any emotion I had seen on his face. But, this was for the best. We both needed space and with everything that I had come to discover, my focus has been redirected. Continuing work for him as his secretary would be a suicide mission both to my pussy and mind because I might end up losing one of them.Sasha was still on vacation and I thought it best to seize that opportunity to move. Landon kicked against the idea especially with it being a security hazard considering the recent events. Nonetheless, I had it my way at the end. Since we got back, I had only seen him for less than three hours before he hurried off to take care of some emergency that he wouldn't tell me about at the pack house. Here I was, standing at the entrance as I watc
VENITA:"Jason, I don't know what you're driving at, neither does it make sense to me. Just get out of my house and stop creeping me out. I no longer work for Landon and that means I don't work for you. So, please, leave," I fumed.Jason rose to his full length, dipping both hands into his pocket. The jeans and white shirt and black boots he had on looked amazing on his jerkass. I wonder what his crippled mind was up to. "Venita, I understand if you're engrossed in that massive dick of Landon's," he whispered. "So I have heard from his old flings that the man was a god in the bedroom. However, you will snap out of it and then realize that from the first day I stepped into that office, I have liked you. Genuinely liked you. I'm willing to accept you as you are. No judgments."I stood on my toes and whacked him hard across the face. "you have no right to come into my house and spew rubbish at me. I don't care what you have heard. I love Landon. And, even if I wasn't with him, I would ne
LANDON:It broke my heart that the first thing Venita had in mind to do on our return was to move out. Why? Was the space too small? I could buy a bigger house for us. But, she insisted on wanting her own place. I had no choice but to give in. The last thing I needed was for her to see me as controlling. If she wanted this, I had to be supportive.I was away when I got the report that she was already moving. I knew she would but I didn't anticipate it to be immediate. What was the rush for? And she chose a terrible time to do this. It was risky and she was vulnerable to threats. I couldn't leave the situation back at my packhouse to return home so, I opted for later. Throughout my time observing my wolves, I held onto every power in me not to break down. Seeing them in pain; bleeding from their noses, eyes, and ears, barking like a rabid dog, and finally dying, broke my heart. We had one cure and how was she going to go about saving the millions of infected wolves?Cross and Greg took
VENITA:My head felt incredibly heavy, and my memories were fuzzy, except for the vivid recollection of Landon injecting me with some kind of drug that led to my unconsciousness. I was determined to give him a piece of my mind for that. What was his motive? Did he have an agenda, considering I found myself back in my apartment, bewildered and lying in bed, battling thirst? Speaking of which, how did I even get into bed?That young man remained as unpredictable as ever.I managed to stagger from my still unorganized bedroom to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, which I eagerly gulped down. Something felt off about my body—like it had been pricked. Pulling up my top to inspect, everything seemed normal except for a faint, almost faded mark on my ribcage. It could have been from anywhere.Drinking the water helped clear my head, and soon I started feeling better. It was time to be productive.The day swiftly passed by as I engaged in cleaning, organizing, and fixing minor things arou
LANDON:The antidote that Dr. Grant had created was airborne so, I had to get my jet to spread it across the packhouse. Everyone inhaled it and those whose condition couldn't be saved were segregated to be cremated later.It has been so busy but I still miss her. The guilt of what I did and my carefulness not to expose her to all this made me cut communication but still had eyes on her as I had Cross assign two security to her. She wasn't up to much except unpacking in the house and then going for a long walk. Outside of putting things together and taking care of the packhouse, I put out every resource I had in locating Clay and Mirage. Wherever they've been, I sent people there. Whoever has come in contact with them, I interrogated. They were two sly and so mischievous in their doings that I didn't have much luck with them until tonight."Alpha, Clay has been located to be taking refuge in the Black Arrow pack all this while. What do you want us to do?" Cross had called to inform me
VENITA:Tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face no matter how I tried. I was becoming unhappy with my miserable state. Why the fuck did Landon's action surprise or crush me each time? It was foolish of me to have my doubts and still have expectations from him. I had the evidence of what he did and somehow, I still wanted it to be false. I still would have believed in his lies! Was I that dumb? Why did it feel like couldn't live without this man that has done nothing but hurt me in every way? I kept forgiving him each time, losing a piece of me unknowingly.Right now, I didn't even have the strength for revenge. All I wanted was to go find my daughter and disappear. Not that I wouldn't take my revenge on Landon, I just didn't have the strength to start plotting how to hurt him badly because I needed time, energy, and a good plan. Let him mistake my silence for foolishness or weakness. Never! Not after seeing him killing my father and only Aunty I never knew I had.I was just exiting
VENITA:"Right, you don't know." He laughed so loud that the others joined him. It was condescending. "How did we even know that you had a child? You're not the only one who knows how to keep a secret." I just stared at him in shock. Whatever he said, I tried to keep my cool, staying in control of my emotions He looked at me, and a crazy smile spread across his face. “It's time for a family reunion.” "There are handcuffs on the radiator in the corner.” Mirage nodded toward the other side of the room, “cuff yourself.” I walked toward the radiator put one side of the handcuff on my right wrist and closed the other around the pipe. "We heard you're so strong if triggered. We don't want you dead before the main show."The poor burst open and Simeon, Landon, and Sasha were brought in. "Well, well, too many people in the room!" Clay said, aiming the gun at Simeon."Clay, I will tear you to pieces if you hurt any of them!" I howled. "You..."A gunshot pierced the air. My head snapped up
VENITA:"Finally, the family reunion!" Clay mocked."Shut it!" my father snared.I couldn't recognize the man who stood before me. Everything was different about him and the hint of his eyes that could see had lost the warmth I knew, replaced by total coldness."How are you here? You're alive. How long?" I rapidly asked, not pausing to breathe. I was overwhelmed with thoughts. Couldn't narrow down the feelings that swelled within me."I take it that's my granddaughter," he pointed at Sasha, ignoring what I said. "And that's the lucky man? The one you threw everything away for? One you couldn't avenge your us for? Your mother would be ashamed of your life choices Venita," he scolded.What was he driving at? His words didn't make sense to me. He moved to his left side at the far dark end. There he dragged a worn-out stool and sat. "This is a night of confession, Venita since this is the end for him."There was something mean and certain about what he said. It hurt in the depths of my sou