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
VENITA:His words broke my heart. That a man I thought I knew never loved me. All the memories I had in my head were lies. I wasn't sure what I knew anymore. It means that it wasn't just Clay and Mirage who were watching Sasha and me. My own father watched too, keeping tabs and comfortably enjoying my pain without stepping in. He wanted me to be a killer out of anger. Thank Goodness I failed him."So, because you were about to put two cells together to create something, that makes you feel like a god. Newsflash, you're nothing special. I too can do that. And, what do you mean you created me? As far as I'm concerned, ruining the life of an innocent girl by messing up her genetics doesn't sound like creating anything to me. It's okay if you never loved me. There was mum who truly did and I'm okay knowing that.""Let me tell you worthless disappointment how it all happened. I was thinking about keeping and rebranding you. But, there is no need for that. So, listen carefully as my voic
VENITA:My Dad raised his gun. “Oh, he’s awake. Nice of you to join the party, sleeping beauty.”“I don't care who you are. But, I will hunt you and every member of your goons down. You don't want to be on my bad side.”“Oh, I'm scared,” he mocked. “Nice to see you too, Landon, it's been a while.”Landon went quiet, taking a moment to figure out who stood before him. “You?“Yes, me. Surprise! Surprise! I didn’t die. And, don't worry. You're paralyzed even though you're awake and would be like that for at least the next eight hours until I put you in your cage like the nice little puppy you are.”“I'm not a puppy, you sickhead. I'm a wolf!” he howled.“Just shush. You're interrupting the story time I was having with your mate. Where were we? Oh,” he waved his gun and went back to sit, sliding the barrel across his forehead as if he were lost in deep thought. “Now I remember. Well, you were born a healthy baby girl. After a while, you started getting sick. I was the only one that
LANDON:It was as if I was present in the room but my soul was fading away. My insides were crushing in pain; each organ feeling like someone ripped them out of place and held them in their hands while still connected to me, crushing it. My head spun and I kept hearing laughter in my head, making me feel like something wasn't right. It was like invisible whispers saying things only I couldn't understand anything as they were incoherent. The laughter got louder, making it hard to focus on what was real, and I felt like I was on the edge of losing my mind.Each time I tried to open my eyes, it hurt and I couldn't move any part of my body as they were stiff. I was an Alpha. I was Landon Kurt. I needed to get my family out of this. Slowly, I began to lift my hand. It was hard work and painful but I had to. That was the only thing that I needed to do, to bring sensation to my hand and therefore cause myself pain to wake up my brain. Countless attempts and I failed. I couldn't even succ
VENITA:The distant screaming of my name and angry howls around me slightly woke me up. It forced my unconsciousness to slip away and I lightly opened my eyes. At the same time, I felt pain in different parts of my body, it faded like it was never there. My breathing was faint.“Oh mine, no! Landon! Medical! Get here now! The Alpha is down!” Ashley looked at Landon’s chest, blood gushing out. She pressed her hand over the wound, trying to stop it from bleeding. “Son!” Ashley looked up to see Michael standing above them. “No! Landon please, no!” Tears streamed down Ashley's cheeks. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry. I never got to tell you…we love you!” There was chaos all around them. The Medical team rushed into the scene with oxygen masks, and a stretcher, and Dr. Grant dashed to Landon’s side, leaving me with some other Dr. Another Dr. went to Sasha. “His pulse is very weak…we’re going to lose him!” Dr. Grant shouted to his team. “Please, Ashley, make way. We’re going to do the best we can.
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