LANDON:My heart raced with concern as I hurried to Cross's side. His condition was worrisome. His eyes fluttered, glowing as they struggled to remain open. I began tapping his cheek in a desperate attempt to rouse him but to no avail. He remained in a semi-conscious state, his eyes still glowing. Fortunately, the angle at which he was situated kept this alarming sight hidden from the rest of the crew.Just like I had done with Venita, Cross needed a trigger to awaken. However, this time I had no intention of being gentle. I needed him to snap out of it quickly."Leave," I ordered the others, my voice taking on a commanding tone. "Close the curtain too," I added, ensuring that we had some privacy for what was about to happen. Calmly, I grabbed a rag from the counter, knowing that I had to gag him to prevent a howl or a loud grunt that would surely follow. It was a necessary measure, even though it pained me to do so.With steady hands, I forced the rag into Cross's mouth, stifling an
VENITA:Unlike other times when I often got confused or couldn't remember what happened, this time everything was crystal clear in my memory. I could vividly recall the details of the scientific study I had been conducting. It was utterly perplexing – how had I become connected to the animal kingdom?The glowing eyes, the sharp fangs, the growing claws, the sensation of bones shifting and breaking, and the sudden appearance of fur – all of these things were unmistakably linked to the world of wolves. Among a host of other supernatural beings like vampires, witches, banshees, and more, it seemed I was now a wolf. It felt surreal, and I couldn't help but laugh in my head. If this situation hadn't been replaying itself so vividly in my thoughts, I might have thought it was just a hallucination.The reality of this discovery was overwhelming. There was so much to grasp, study, and process. But, right now, I was simply too tired, confused, and emotionally drained. I was thankful to find my
VENITA:I took a leisurely sip of wine, giving Jason the space to respond. I could see that my question had an impact on him, and I didn't want to press too hard.He reached for his table, accidentally dropping his glass. Despite the mishap, Jason met my gaze with a smile. "I didn't know them personally, but my company benefited from their good work. Or, at least, my parents kept the company alive.""I don't understand what you're implying," I admitted, genuinely puzzled by his revelation."You see, Mr. and Mrs. Lowell were well-known in virus analysis. At one point, my parents' company got infected, and it resulted in the deaths of five staff members. They tried various scientists to solve the issue, but none proved efficient until your parents took over. They identified the virus and even created a cure. My father wouldn't stop talking about the incident. He insisted that your parents kept him and my mom alive," Jason chuckled, his gaze drifting to his palm as if recalling a fond me
LANDON:I had barely finished taking my bath when my wolf growled in annoyance. He could smell the sex in the air and the fact that Jason was with Venita, making out. Yes, I didn't have the right to stop them because I hadn't made it known that I owned her. However, not on my watch. She was mine and the only hands that could touch her were mine.Furiously, I threw on a shirt and stormed to her room, banging on the door. It took a couple of seconds for them to separate but they did and she hurriedly opened the door looking dishevelled. Her hair was ruffled and her lips were swollen from all the kissing. Jason looked flushed too."Venita, I need you to prepare my schedule for tomorrow," I informed her, opening the door ajar as I stepped inside seeing that they had eaten and drank a couple of wine. Great, merriment. "Mr. Kurt, can't it wait until morning? It is late and...""No, Venita," I abruptly said, "it can't wait. Go to my room now!"Jason shot to his feet, bumping into the cart b
VENITA:I let my eyes wander down his body, marveling at his beauty. Inhaling deeply, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft. Landon sighed, and as I slowly pumped my hand along the length, I couldn't help but stare. It was the first time I'd touched a real cock, not just in pictures or on a screen.The sensation was new and exciting. The hardness, warmth, and length were captivating, almost addictive. Landon placed his hands on my shoulders as I played with his balls with one hand and milked the shaft with the other. When I lowered my lips to give the head a gentle kiss, his fingers gripped my shoulders, and he moaned my name.A smile played on his lips as the head of his cock disappeared into my mouth, and my tongue swirled along the underside. I felt a sudden gratitude for the moments spent watching online content, enough to make most teenagers blush. Research became necessary when you've never been with anyone, preparing for what might come in the future. I wasn't experienced, but
LANDON:The next day brought a sense of anticipation as Dr. Grant arrived in Shanghai to investigate the jet. My hopes soared, but they soon collided with the harsh reality of our situation. Once again, he discovered traces of mountain ash, wolfsbane mixed with silver, and pixel dust—elements meticulously woven into the fabric of the attack that had befallen all the shifters on the jet.Questions echoed in my mind. Who could have devoted so much time and effort to execute such a plan with intricate details and precision? Cross, searched meticulously for any possible solutions, but the bleak truth emerged—there seemed to be none.The gravity of the situation sank in. It wasn't just about exposing me; someone had orchestrated this to unveil every shifter on that jet. The calculated nature of the attack indicated that they were well aware I wasn't the sole target. An unsettling realization that sent shivers down my spine and angered me to the point that anger blinded me.* * * * *The re
LANDON:I had equally smelt this place while I was out in the city. I guess it was one of the heights of being mates.“I want to know more. All the research I have been doing doesn't make sense,” she explained, turning the engine off. “Please, don't lie to me. I know more now. I want to enjoy this night and have it stamped on my forehead as one of my favourite nights."Exhaling, "I know where to go, so just stick with me.” It had grown dark, the nearly full moon was rising in the distance, and the air was crisp and cool. Venita opened her door and stepped out, and I did the same, closing the passenger door behind her as she followed me to a clearing. “Turn around,” she ordered. “And don’t even think about peeking!” She warned as she reached behind her to unzip her skirt. “I have seen and felt everything,” I winked at her, turning to face the house. It was strange that we were back on a formal basis. Warning to not pick a glance? Well, it was better than nothing. I couldn’t help it,
VENITA:My days in Shanghai were a bit of a blur, trying to get the hang of my new job. When I wasn't doing secretary stuff, Jason would often strike up interesting conversations. It was nice that he didn't make things awkward after our previous encounter and treated me like a friend. Meanwhile, Peter added comfort by helping me in ways that I got stuck with. Landon, along with Zenith, Chase, Edwin, and Miranda, focused on numerous meetings, noticeably avoiding direct interaction with me. It was so confusing how one could be inside of you, confessing their emotions to you one moment and the next, they were you like a plague. During the evenings, when I wasn't engaged in conversations with Sasha, I delved into research and extensive reading, trying to unravel the mysteries hidden in the messages being sent to me. The sender was adamant about keeping their identity concealed, and frankly, I didn't care to uncover it. However, their messages were enlightening in various ways, introducing
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