VENITA:"Do you think Taylor Swift is Beyonce?""What? That doesn't make any sense at all.""Exactly. Why would you be talking about aliens when we haven't finished handling issues with humans? Girl, get it together. Get some fuckery if you need it to release emotions.""I'm serious, Simeon. I have been hearing, seeing, and feeling odd things.""Have you been drinking?""That's the thing. No. I hadn't sipped alcohol since the last incident, and Landon looked me in the eyes and said that I had been drinking. This morning, I saw blood on my nails. I know I didn't injure myself or anyone." I had to tell her to ease the craziness that was building up. If I didn't communicate with someone, I might lose it."I think I need to get you a psychiatrist because you're losing it. If Landon says you drank, then you did drink."She had a point. Maybe I drank too much without remembering. Nothing seemed real anymore to me. There was no way my thoughts were sane. "I don't know," I shook my head."You
LANDON:I put my phone away, a rush of anger traveling through me after receiving that infuriating piece of information. How could she so blatantly defy my wishes shortly after I had explained my boundaries to her? Did she not respect my feelings, or was she merely being stubborn?Turning my attention to the man suspended by chains from the ceiling, I inspected his bandages and slapped him across the face, hard. He was clearly in a weakened state, having been injected with a combination of wolfsbane and silver, which left him vulnerable. His arm bore a bandage from an earlier altercation."Now, where were we?" I questioned as I selected a knife from the metal table. Testing its sharpness against the harsh light of the bare bulb, I positioned myself in front of the bound man. His condition had deteriorated significantly. His dissatisfaction over Cross and me ambushing him as he left his boyfriend's house was evident, to say the least."Oh, yes. You were going to tell me who paid you to
LANDON:Moving away from the outside as I matched inside, there were huge white flower arrangements everywhere and silk ribbons tied into bows around each chair. They even put a bunch of white petals all over the damn floor. The ceiling of the place was covered with a miss of the same white flowers and sunflowers. The Dark Knight pack could never go wrong about making a great impression. As I entered, everyone turned to look at us. Many curious eyes followed our group. I had chosen Ashley and Michael with a few members of my pack to join me, and they took their seats in the front row on the right side. We were a small group, just six of us, in contrast to the left side, where the Dark Knight wolves, along with Mirage's family and friends sat. The left side was packed with guests, and all the seats were taken, which made our group seem modest by comparison. There were a total of forty rows, and they were all filled with eager and happy faces. However, one face stood out for its seriou
LANDON:Everyone turned in the direction of the projectors getting wheeled in. To their surprise, my soldiers matched in surrounding the place. The sun had settled and it was nearly dark. There was so much murmuring and grunting. Thronesman was so angry, and his words dripped with irritation. "What's the meaning of this, Landon?" he demanded, his tone laced with frustration. The guests couldn't hide their unease, most have moved to a corner, hurdling up. I maintained my calm conduct, knowing that their concern would soon be addressed. I approached Mirage, reassuring her with a kiss on the cheek. "Don't be frightened. It's nothing serious," I whispered, trying to soothe her nerves so she wouldn't suspect a thing. "L...Landon," she stammered, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but I had already moved away, joining Cross and preparing for what was to come. Alpha Clay stood alert with his wolves, his posture defensive and menacing. His blazing red eyes, bared fangs, and
LANDON:Thronesman, however, stepped forward, a sly grin playing on his lips. "You've discovered our little plan, Landon. But you see, I had always desired Clay for my daughter. We believe your time has come. You will never be worth anything to me. I'll always see you as a weakling. A scared little boy who was just lucky to have been chosen by the Moon Goddess as an Alpha. You're not fit to be my slave talk more of son-in-law. Packs will mock me for all eternity if I were to make such a choice."I met Thronesman's smug expression with a cold gaze. "It only shows how low-live you are. You think you know me too well?" I grabbed the collar of his suit, effortlessly drawing him closer, "you know nothing. No wonder you supported that whore of a daughter of yours. You want a show of power? I'll give you one." I harshly released him causing him to stagger backward.Before Thronesman could even make another move, I howled them to submission. Not just them but almost all the wolves in there ex
VENITA:The only words Landon said to me when he got back were, "hope you're ready for work. Get prepared, we leave together by five. Aurora will bring my schedule to you. Throughout his return he avoided me like a plague, making sure I didn't run into him for once. I couldn't sleep that night as numerous thoughts flooded my head and heart. It was a silent torture, I couldn't handle anymore. I don't know what I expected of him, but, I needed him to say more. Scream at me. Punch a headboard like he did the first day I came to his house._ _ _ _ _Three in the morning barely came and I was awake getting ready. I had cold feet and jittery emotions. Sasha was still soundly asleep and there was no need to wake her yet so I got myself ready, intentionally taking the stairs numerous times than required just to see if I would run into him. Unfortunately, I didn't. He was out of sight and reach. I haven't craved the attention of anyone until Landon. I missed his communication.I finished at pa
VENITA:Landon held up his hands as if Jason were brandishing a gun and demanding his wallet. He wrinkled his nose at Jason’s hand like it was covered in infectious disease. He said, “I just don't touch anyone today. I forgot my sanitiser, Jason. Plus, I have no idea where that hand has been.” Jason’s hand dangled in the air for a moment, then he let it drop to his side and lowered himself into a nearby chair. He had a look on his face like a kid who has had his candy taken by an overprotective parent. Or a balloon that someone had just seen fit to pop. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “We just signed the contracts, Jason,” Zenith said as Landon pulled up the chair next to him and plopped down in it. “They’ll start work on Wednesday.” “Uhmm, good. If only we wouldn't have a problem with an attitude.” Jason said with a serious expression that was clearly directed toward Landon. He blew out a long breath and reached it his cup, drinking the content before his eyes went down the ta
LANDON:Jason Walsh, that obnoxious playboy, seemed to think he could bring his womanizing antics wherever he pleased. I reluctantly accepted this contract, primarily because of the good rapport I had with Libra, and because Peter had crafted a proposal promising a profit of a hundred million dollars. It was a chance to make up for Anthony's failed projects and put Peter's potential to good use. I couldn't bear the thought of keeping him hidden in a corner, wasting his talents. Hence, I made the decision to promote Peter, entrusting Zenith to oversee the entire transaction.However, when I got wind of Jason's presence at the event, it rubbed me the wrong way. The spoiled brat had the audacity to shamelessly ogle my mate right in front of me. She, on the other hand, stood her ground and met his gaze without flinching. It was as if she was relishing his attention and even encouraging him. Something about him didn't sit right with me; he reeked of deceit and promiscuity. I could bet that
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