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 "It's a trap!" I screamed at Ares, but my words seemed to fall on deaf ears. He was too enraged by my father's lack of empathy towards me- his child. "Have you learnt nothing all those years you hid just under the surface? My father respects knowledge, expects strength and demands loyalty. In return, he will protect you! But love.. love is beyond his capability! This is love to him!" I yelled over the sound of blood rushing through my body. I desperately tried to push for control, but my father's attack had left me vulnerable and weak, both traits I knew my father would never accept. Sighing, I watched in slow motion as my body crouched and then lunged, Ares, putting all his strength into an attack I knew would be futile. I could see my father's weapon of choice glistening at his side and knew this was a lesson Ares had to learn on his own. "My father will always win, Ares, and if you provoke him... HE WILL KILL US!" I hissed as my body collapsed on the floor.
Bernael's POV "As I suspected, you got free with a little persuasion and a gentle nudge!" I taunted, sensing my son's wolf appearing behind me. "GENTLE!" he hissed, nodding. I turned to face him; "I could have cut off his favourite toy to get him to see sense, so yes! Gentle!" I declared with a bored tone. Locking eyes on my son's bloodied clothes, I smirked. "I hope they were not expensive!" I sneered, knowing they were. Like me, my son had expensive taste in everything. Turning back to look at the book in front of me, I smiled, hearing the husky voice of Ares. "The blood will come out." He snapped back at me sarcastically. "Hmm." I grinned, hearing the animalistic growl rip from my son's throat and nodded, clicking my fingers. "Yes, but a bit pointless if you have torn them to shreds during your first change." I grinned, sitting on the same padded seat as earlier, watching my son drop to his knees on all fours. I watched his body in fascination as it was quite an exp
Jason's POV Pacing back and forth outside the office door, I sighed with irritation. Now and then, my eyes would meet my fathers; he watched me uneasily; snarling at him, I would turn and walk in the opposite direction. "Archer, can you sense her?" I asked; Archer answered in the form of a disappointed growl. "Son! I need you to calm down." "Yeah, I need you to fuck off!" I roared, spinning my eyes tore into his enraged. "She is NOT a threat!" I hissed, pointing to the office door furiously. Shaking my head, livid at how they were preserving her. "We don't know that. Fuck we don't know anything about her!" "We have only known her a few damn days! It's hardly enough time to get a life story- is it?" I growled. My father winced, and I knew I was raising my voice; not wanting to alert Abigail to the situation, I lowered my voice and took a deep breath. "She healed Tommy; why would she have done that if she was evil!" I asked, thinking back to yesterday and how scared
Abigail's POV Frozen, not in fear but in shock, I watched the events unravel, unable to speak. What the hell had gotten into Jason and Archer? Despite it being Archer in control, Jason was happily allowing his wolf to pin his father to a wall and threaten him. I saw Marcus move out of my provisional vision, grabbing my arm and tugging me to his side protectively. My only thought in the bedlam was that he evidently doesn't hate me after all! As we moved quickly around the table, Marcus Threw me behind his back, pulling Mia non to gently from her seat to barricade us both behind him, using his body as a shield to protect us if needed. From what? Her son? Looking at Jason, my heart sank, seeing Archer force his father to submit. "This is insane." I whispered breathlessly. Pushing past Marcus, trying to shrug off his attempt to pull me back to the safety he offered. Shaking my head, I looked between his eyes and the terrified eyes of Mia. She was so scared, but not for her