LANDON:It was frustrating for every single person to keep saying that their lead showed that Venita was out of Madrid. For fucks sake, I was with her passport and she didn't have enough cash on her to fly out of a whole country. The investigators Greg recommended proved futile too. I was facing another dead end with Venita still not back. I couldn't function and this turned out to be the most stupid idea I've come up with for giving in to such a risky deal, thinking that I've got it. If she was in danger, it was all on me for even buying such an idea. I exposed her to threats without proper precaution.This was a whole second day of her disappearance. I was worried. Yet, Dr. Grant kept blowing my phone and when I answered, he just had another useless information on some DNA shit. I didn't care. I wanted my mate back! So, I hung up on him even before he finished his second sentence.My phone rang again and I eagerly answered it after making sure it was persistent Dr. Grant. For the las
VENITA:"We don't want anything from you but for you to know the truth. Landon is selfish, greedy, and bloodthirsty. He has a lot of people whom he has hurt out to get him. You should distance yourself from such an individual," Clay spoke. For the first time, he wasn't speaking authoritatively speaking. Rather, his words held emotions and it seemed he was genuinely concerned about my welfare."You didn't have to kidnap me to tell me all that. You didn't have to make a scene," I objected. "We had to," Mirage quickly corrected. "We owe so much to your parents. My parents owe so much to them too. Therefore, I started as early as possible to call your attention to this but it seemed like you weren't listening to any of what I had to say. Of what we had to say. All the letters, notes, materials, documents, pictures, videos, and audio to educate you about what was happening, it seemed you were adamant and clinging to him. You have to leave if you want to stay alive because, I promise you, a
VENITA:I woke up in the middle of nowhere, wet. Literally nothing but rocks and no sign of any living creature. Yet, all that was on my mind was sex. So much freaking sex. I was panting from both tiredness and being deprived. I felt I could literally fuck anything right that I come across at the moment.Gently, I got myself up and began to walk. To be honest, something felt off about Mirage and Clay. Their actions looked like a facade. Still, it was an eye-opener to who Landon truly was. The countless heinous acts he'd committed hid under the disguise of charity.I kept wandering aimlessly with no sign of human or wolf contact. My feet became itchy from the long walks, my throat dry and my body weak. Was this the end for me? And damn that Mirage girl. If she wanted to help me, she could've dropped me where I would be easily spotted. Maybe it was Clay's idea to do this. A payback that came with torture.Among other things that worried me, flashes of images of my father being killed by
LANDON:On my way back to the room from where I had gone to question the investigators, I smelled hardcore sex. Yes, Venita had complained about feeling horny. It was strange that I couldn't feel her wolf all this while and now suddenly, I could and it was for a negative reason. Her sex aura was at its peak like she was getting a form of climax. Either she was touching herself or was being fucked which was close to impossible because I left her alone.Initially, I wanted to be as quiet as possible and enjoy the show if she was touching herself. However, when I picked the subtle scent of Cross, I almost went mad. I didn't want to be calm and cautious, seeing it as a possible misinterpretation of a signal in energy. I made for the door, yanking it open. Venita was reaching for his pants and the cunt seemed to be enjoying it because he made no attempt in stopping her. With rage, I threw a punch that I had aimed for his jaw to shatter but it landed on his cheeks. Venita stumbled back, sta
VENITA:The pain I experienced was beyond words. I felt violated and manipulated. Now, I understand the saying, 'The demon you know is better than the angel you don't know.' Landon, the angel in my life, turned out to be a stranger. Standing before me, his form half-transformed, he resembled a wild beast thirsting for blood. The fact that he could inflict such harm on me sent shivers down my spine. He had committed unspeakable acts, and in that moment, he seemed unrecognizable. The person I thought I knew had transformed into a monster capable of unimaginable cruelty. He was responsible for killing his kind, people that trusted him to protect them. Not to mention killing my people and also having the audacity to lie with me, touching the owner of a heart that constantly wept for what she had lost. The realization that he would go to such lengths to hurt me left me questioning everything. Despite the flowers, gifts, and his apparent care for Sasha, it was all a facade. A pretense craf
VENITA:I held my breath, caught in the uncertain grip of anticipation, waiting for something undefined. I was relieved as the door stayed shut, replaced by unsettling sounds within—moans and crashing objects. My assumptions shattered; the emotions I thought I could evade grew within me. I felt like my heart had been torn out from my chest and placed over a fire, slowly being grilled. It was too much. Crawling towards the broken glass, my fingers fumbled blindly, grasping a piece that cut me in the process. The pain mattered little; having a tool in my hand overshadowed the stinging sensation. Determinedly, I started cutting through the belt, slashing wherever my hand could reach. Freedom, swift and relentless, became my singular goal. My eyes remained fixed on the locked door, my struggle mirrored in my fixed gaze. The tearing of leather reached my ears, a welcomed sound. Using my strength, I ripped the remaining restraints, the process leaving me with additional cuts. With the bro
LANDON:"Just act along, I'll pay you so well for your troubles. Understood?" Those were the words I whispered into the maid's ears."Okay," she replied with a smile.Everyone who stepped foot where I was signed countless documents to shut them up and also keep them in line. She knew better than to mind her business because she was powerless. Rather than proving to be a foolish hero, she acted smart and chose a beneficial opportunity. I also didn't need to hide my nature by transforming back. She was an Omega. Venita didn't know that. She wouldn't since her wolf had hidden herself from me. It was afraid of me.I led her to the bathroom where we began acting as if we were fucking. She made it sound believable and even exaggerated the whole thing which gladdened my heart. This was my way of mentally torturing Venita. The physical pain she will heal from but knowing and hearing her mate pounding another female will crumple her heart into pieces. The images of her with Mirage haunted me e
VENITA:The last thing I remembered was Landon offering me a pill to swallow. When I woke up, I was in a cramped place, darkened. I couldn't stretch and it felt cold beneath me like it was an iron floor. I fought the heaviness in my eyes and tried keeping them open. To my dismay, it was a cage in an office with the top and back covered with a fabric. The other sides were left open for ventilation and light. An animal cage. That was where I was stuffed like some animal at the shelter. Please, don't tell me that Landon also projected this somehow. This would be the height of it. "Have I been here?" I asked myself. The office looked familiar in a way. I couldn't see all the corners but the floor had the same finishing as the one in our room.The door swung ajar and Landon strolled in. He had some documents in his hands which he flung everywhere, overturning the table in one haul."You! You're responsible for this. You came into my life and everything went sore. I have lost a lot! Just be
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