Abigail's POV Sucking in a breath, I debated how to respond, but ultimately I decided that honesty was the best policy, he wouldn't give up, and Jason had promised to be truthful with me. The least I could do was offer him the same courtesy. "Yes!" I growled at him in defeat, avoiding eye contact with those jade hues that I knew would be sparkling with triumph. "Ass!" I whined as I glanced at him in the mirror and discovered I was right! "Happy now?" I spat, folding my arms around my legs. "Very!" "Jackass!" I laughed, rolling my eyes. Ignoring me, he grinned slowly, his eyes tracing down my thighs to where my shorts covered my ass. "Are you truly opposed to having Damien fuck your pussy while I pound that tight ass of yours!" He growled out his next question, which I was unprepared to answer even if he wasn't a dirty cheat! "I didn't get to ask a question," I whined, seeing Marcus walk over to greet us at the car; standing a few feet from where we were parked, locki
Jason's POV "Abigail, if you would like to follow me. Alpha Maxwell is waiting for you." Marus's cold voice cut through the sexual tension between Abigail and me. "He can wait!" I snapped, not taking my eyes off Abigail, who, given her facial expression, was fighting some inner demons of her own. "Abigail?" Marcus prompted, ignoring me and stepping to her side, offering his hand to lead her away. Turning slowly, I glared at Marcus, my eyes portraying the anger I felt churning at the idea of anyone stepping between me and what was mine. "Yours?" Archer quizzed sarcastically. Ignoring him, I let my anger out in my head at my wolf, not wanting Abigail to see my hot temper. "How dare he challenge me! I told him I would bring Abigail up to my father! I specifically told him he was not needed and to go back inside." "Yet here he stands, bold as brass ignoring your command because he doesn't respect you as the next Alpha or as a mate for his only daughter." Archer mocked, bu
Maxwell's POV "We have an issue, Alpha!" My beta shoots throughout the link, the anger clear in his voice. "Ugh!" I groaned out loud, dragging my hand down my face dramatically. "Fuck sake!" "What is it?" I snap, resting my head on my mate's lap; Mia's fingernails scraped up and down my neck and into my dark hair. "He won't leave the girl's side," Marcus explained dryly. "We expected as much!" "No, Alpha, I mean he won't let me even touch her; Archer is giving off serious touch her and die vibes." He pushed the subject. Sighing into Mia's lap, I let her sweet scent distract me from Jason's infatuation with the redhead. "He is acting like a mated male," Marcus warns. Yet again, I whine into my beautiful mate's lap, gripping her light fabric skirt. "He IS a mated male!" I retreat. "I am aware, and last time I checked, he was mated to MY daughter! Not this demon groupie!" Marcus growled; I could feel his anger through our link and knew he was laying the Blackwood'
Maxwell's POV Looking into the bemused face of my mate, I decided that she needed to know because we had no idea how things would play out over the next few days, and the last thing I wanted was to put her in danger! "And miss out on a night of sex!" Rage smirked knowingly. "Seriously, you need spraying with cold water! You are like a dog in heat!" I laughed at my sex-crazed wolf. "With all the shit we are dealing with, twenty-four hours feels like a lifetime!" He answered honestly, and he was right again! With the events of last night and this morning's preparations taking their toll on all in the pack. Mia and I had little to no time together! "Exactly, so the last thing we need is to be put on a sex ban!" He nodded firmly. "When you have finished with Rage if you wouldn't mind answering my question? That would be great!" Mia snapped, crossing her arms across her chest in a huff, unhappy at being out of the loop. "Yes! It happened during the chaos last night. Marcu
Jason's POV With an almost silent click, the electronic doors and windows locked with only the smallest of warnings from my father; my eyes shot to Abigail, who seemed oblivious to what was happening around us or the potential threat being launched at her. "Stay calm!" Archer snarled, watching her through my eyes. "Your father is watching and assessing you, and where your loyalties lie, don't give him an inch." He warned. "No, the bastard will take a mile!" I agreed, keeping my composure calm even if I could feel Marcus gunning for an altercation between us, his earlier thawed ice well and truly restored. Nodding to Marcus, we watched Abbi walk through the living room, her fingers tracing the soft plush fabrics and expensive ornaments my mother had brought back from her travels. The inside of the packhouse had a chic and contemporary finish with high ceilings and a bespoke design that provided plenty of room for our pack gatherings and parties, as Abigail would see tonigh
Abigail's POV "Don't!" The adorable voice of Jasmine whispered; I could see the anxiety on her face, the uncertainty in her young eyes as she looked over at Jason and Maxwell in the doorway. "It's OK, sweetheart. I am stronger than I look." I smiled soothingly, rubbing her cheek tenderly as I nodded to her friends. "Go play, sweet girl." I cooed; with a reluctant smile, she let go of my hand and scampered off to her friends, who were playing on the mat, oblivious to the drama unfolding around them. Turning my back on them once satisfied they were safe, I marched to where the two men stood, squaring up to one another. I might not have been able to hear a lot, but I could sense the anger coming off Jason in waves; the disappointment from Maxwell was not exactly missable either. "For goodness sake!" I huffed, pushing between them; I pressed my hands on both males' chests and pushed them apart. "Your pissing match is scaring the children! And for an Alpha and perspective Al
Damien's POV "Again." My father's shrill voice bounced off the derelict walls of the training room; Its high ceilings and neglected walls meant that awful sound carried, which of course, was the purpose I noted touching the fabric he had placed over my eyes to limit my vision and hide his advances. He wanted me to 'feel and sense' my way through training today. "What is the use of having a wolf, son, if you do not rely on some of its powers occasionally." He grunted. Closing my eyes, I almost wish he was back on team 'suppress wolf' because he had had me training ever since I returned home today. "We might as well have him stuffed and mounted on the wall, given how useless he is." My father taunted me for what felt like the millionth time. Ares was ignoring him, refusing to be baited. He knew my father just wanted to assess and use him in his twisted plots for power and control. Plots that he wanted no part of! His focus today was solely on Red and her birthday! With an
Bernael's POV I'd challenge anyone to find a better armoury than what stands before me. Lucifer, Zeus and even the almighty angels would struggle to compete with my compilation of ancient and modern-day deadly weapons that line my walls. Running my fingers over the cool metal of a sword, a sense of satisfaction washed over me; it had taken me years to cultivate my collection. Looking down at my son, who was panting pathetically, I found myself snarling at him in disgust. He had always had so much potential; his ability to shut off from his humanity and get shit done was his biggest strength! We had spent years studying the world's monsters; he knew to research and investigate them before striking! Learn what made them tick and what made them weak, then use that knowledge to destroy or manipulate. Which is what I had tasked him to do with Abigail. I needed her to take her place by my side like my son and be an asset to this family. Given her mother's hatred and fear of me, I k
Damien's POV Cracking my neck from side to side, I stretched across the bed, searching for my ruby rose; a groan slipped from my lips, finding the sheets cold and empty. Flopping over onto my back, I could smell Red, so I knew she was here somewhere. "Get your ass back in bed!" I grumbled, hearing running water somewhere in the background. She had apparently gotten up to have a shower after last night... Pausing, I tried to recall the night before, our dinner with my father? But there was nothing. No memories, no recalculation of Red and I! The last thing I could remember was training with my father, and then nothing! No matter how hard I clawed at my memories, whatever had happened last night had been erased from my mind, and there was only one male with enough juice and need to do that to me! My father! Opening my eyes, my green hues fell on the pristine white ceiling, with no mould, no dirt or no peeling paint. This wasn't Abigail's room; it was mine. Sitting up in the b
Abigail's POV Nothingness, an empty black void! That was all I could see, but I could smell the same stench I had smelt for hours: death! Straining my eyes to see further into the cell I was being held captive in, but the darkness was total and unwavering. I was frightened, and that shocked me; the idea of being scared of the dark was alien to me, but I knew my new roommate was lurking, ever present in the cell; I merely couldn't see him; the only thing that let me know he was still here was the occasional flick of a lighter being opened and closed. My skin still felt tight from where he had run that lighter across my throat, jaw and eyelids. The sick fuck enjoyed watching my flesh scorch and singe, but I think he got off on the smell of charred skin, specifically my burnt skin. I had lived behind a mask of innocence all my life, never wanting to admit that darkness and evil excited me. Yet, this dipshit wore his evil proudly and enjoyed seeing the fear in others' eyes as he cir
Jason's POV "You know the girl set you up, right?" My Father accused with a side glance; sitting back against the headboard, I stared at him blankly. "Bullshit!" Archer laughed, settling behind my eyes to observe him closely. "If he truly thought that she had anything to do with that beast, she'd still be here." "We don't know if Marcus did take her home." I countered. As hard as it was to accept, we didn't know anything and wouldn't, until we were out of this bed. "What makes you say that?" I asked my Father casually, pulling the sheet off me and swinging my legs around the bed, for the first time seeing the damage. "The best nearly tore your leg off, not to mention.." My Father's voice trailed off as he nodded to my chest, seeing half-moon gashes slowly healing along my rib cage. "I would say it used you like a chew toy!" My Father scoffed. "It took me by surprise; I didn't smell anything or see anything beforehand, no warning, no nothing." I admitted tracing my fing
Jason's POV "Abigail?" I called out; images of her face chased the remnants of a nightmare from my head. "Shush, son." I heard my mother's voice soothed, her fingers stroking lovingly up and down my arm, just like she had when I was a child and had gotten hurt. Opening my eyes, I looked around the sea of faces and winced, seeing Kayla sitting beside me; how had Archer not noticed her presence? Offering her an apologetic look, I felt guilt eat at my stomach as Kayla gently squeezed my hand and offered me a tight smile. It was forced! She was angry! "Do you blame her?" Archer mumbled groggily in the back of my mind; I could tell he was fragile even if his wit was intact. "You betrayed your mate bond," he mumbled, making me snort loudly, "I recall that was a joint effort; you were not exactly refusing." Silence followed my statement; apparently, he had nothing cocky to say to that. Looking back at Kayla, I took note of her slumped shoulders, red-rimmed eyes and dishevell
Abigail's POV Delusional, Maxwell was utterly delusional. So wrapped up in his need for strength and control he wasn't thinking straight; he was power-hungry, and, ultimately, it would be his downfall. Why would I lie about something like this? About cheating on my boyfriend, playing loose with my morals and risking everything I have with Damien, not to mention Jason's life if Damien ever finds out about the tryst. "Check", Maxwell ordered; an expression passed between the delusional Alpha and Chester; the sick male stepped beside me; the smile on his face was one of pure entertainment. Grabbing my right hip in one of his giant hands, his coarse fingers groped my legs on his mission to slide my dress around my waist. Lifting my leg to kick him in the balls, I smiled with satisfaction watching him grunt and bed over. My dress fell back to hide my modesty; I had no underwear on still, and like fuck were either of these males getting a look at what lay between my legs! "This
Maxwell's POV "How far are you wanting to take this?" Chester, the pack enforcer, asked casually. Looking at the dainty figure of the girl handing in front of me, her head lolled forward; her body relaxed with slumber; I shrugged. "She will break easily." I muttered, hoping I was right. The metal clanking drew my attention to the table beside her, Chester had been setting up all kinds of tools to use on her, a scare tactic, and he and I knew it. He had always relished his job, and I knew he was asking out of self-preservation, not because of care for the girl; he was looking forward to extracting the information from her pretty lips by any means possible. "What about her attachment with your son?" he coaxed, looking over his shoulder at me as he palmed a well-polished double-edged blade. "I don't want this blowing back on me, given their relationship." He stated firmly. "There will be no blowback because she won't leave this cell until I am satisfied I can control her." I n
Abigail's POV "Any news?" I asked Alpha Maxwell as he left the infirmary, looking around his giant form, catching a glimpse of Jason on a bed, blood coating the sheets. Maxwell firmly closed the door behind him, telling me with a firm stare that I was not permitted to enter the room. "No." he snapped, pulling on my elbow roughly and dragging me down the hallway. Mia, his Luna and Jason's mother screamed after him, but I could tell by the tension in his wrist that he was no longer listening; he was beyond sense and reason. Yanking me into an office, his hand slamming against a metal panel, a loud beep indicating he had been granted admittance, the wall in front of us opened, and the distinct smell of fear and death assaulted my nostrils. "What are you doing!" I hissed, pulling his arm to escape, dread licking at my spine. "Getting the information I need!" He thundered, pulling me forward and down an old stone tunnel, the walls lined with uneven bricks and ageing mortar, the
Abigail's POV He looked up from my flushed body and stared into my eyes. I could sense that he wanted me, but he was determined to be in control: he was used to the woods being his domain and being the king of it! His confidence made me feel weak with desire. "You have the most amazing cock." I breathed, "Please, fuck me with it", I begged, knowing it was what he wanted to hear; feeling his stiff cock bulging in my hand as I begged, I instantly knew he wanted me and this just as much as I did. "Good girl." He grinned. Without warning, he pulled from my grasp, making me pout. I was about to ask why seeing him get to his knees, but my mouth fell open, peering at his cock hanging between us. Realising for the first time that he was fully dressed, minus his jeans hung a little low on his hips, whereas I was completely naked, I was truly vulnerable and at his mercy! And shit, I loved it! My eyes fell to his cock, taken back by its length, a good 8-9 inches, thick and so very
Jason's POV "You are playing a dangerous game, Princess." I rasped, trailing my lips over her insanely beautiful body. All concern for Damien vanished. I wanted her touch; I craved it! I would own every inch of her! The smug smile she wore proudly told me she was well aware of this and didn't care in the slightest. Like a moth to a flame, I couldn't help but take the challenge. With a smirk, I moved, positioning an elbow on either side of her head, hovering my body over hers, dropping my head to tease those plump lips with my tongue, swallowing the moan that escaped her parched lips with my mouth, sucking it into my mine greedily, desperately needing to dominate her. Coaxing my tongue past her parting lips, it explored her depths, owning her mouth possessively, kissing her with a rekindled passion I thought I had lost. I did not let her up for air until I felt her fingers dig into my neck; with a lusty groan rumbling from my chest, I finally relented, releasing her lips from