Abigail's POV I felt like I had only been asleep for seconds; I could still feel Damien beside me on the sofa, having fallen asleep with him while watching some crime documentary. The distant sound of the tv echoed around my head, mixing with the strong beat of Damien's heart. I could feel him fidgeting to get comfortable, pulling me closer to his chest, the gentle lull of his breathing soothing my nerves as I let sleep take hold. I knew I should wake up and ask him to leave so he didn't get the wrong idea about us, but after my traumatic dream the night before, I subconsciously decided to stay safely wrapped in his arms. Visions of the luscious green fields surrounding my childhood home filtered through my mind. Beautiful fields filled with stunning white and yellow wild daisies and majestic horses. Had it always been this beautiful? I could have sworn this place once made me feel trapped and alone, feeling that the bordering fences I was never allowed to cross hid from me the
Jason's POV Dressing silently, not wanting to wake Kayla, who slept soundly, I knew I had pushed her harder than usual last night; she had to be exhausted. Even without my wolf, my animalistic nature knew no limits last night; I had been completely ravenous. Letting out an exhausted breath, I groaned, acknowledging that without Archer's presence, my body seemed to be paying for our night of frenzied passion. Swallowing my pride, I reached out to my stubborn wolf. "Buddy, I am sorry," I admitted honestly. I felt like I was missing one of my limbs, not having his endless commentary flowing through my mind. "I am not healing you!" He spat from the depths of my mind making me sigh. Apparently, today was going to be a long ass day! "I didn't ask you to; I just wanted to say I am sorry; I shouldn't have taken my bad mood out on you." I tried to explain but knew my words were falling on deaf ears. He was upset about more than me shutting him out; this was about Abbi. He was angry t
Jason's POV Walking through the packhouse, I sighed. Morning training was the last thing I wanted to be doing today, I really could have done with an easy office day today. With Archer awol- my body ached. It didn't help that my head thundered after my disagreement with Tommy this morning. I knew I was feeling sorry for myself, but I honestly did feel lost without Archer. He had been part of my life for as long as I could remember. I knew most got their wolves when they hit their late teens, but Archer had been with me since at least my 4th birthday. When I started talking about my friend 'Archer', my parents thought I had an imaginary friend, but they soon realised it was my wolf. Throughout the years, Archer and I had disagreements and fallings out, but that was normal when you spent 24 hours a day with someone, especially someone as self-righteous as Archer. But he had never fully shut me out before. Sighing heavily, I considered for a brief moment if Abigail was going to com
Damien's POV Thanks to my family's bloodline, sleep wasn't something I needed but instead chose to do. I wasn't some mere mortal who needed to 'recharge their batteries' or 'get some beauty sleep'. I was lucky enough to be handsome and alert 24/7. However, tonight was a rare exception to my rules. Lying next to Red, her head resting against my chest as she giggled at some chick flick we had settled on watching, I felt my body relax in ways it had not before. Maybe it was the way she absentmindedly trailed her fingertips across my chest in little patterns or the way her heart slowly stopped racing and eased into a steady, strong beat, soothing my soul. Whatever the reason, I was not complaining. Smiling as I opened my eyes to see her head nuzzled perfectly in the crook of my neck, her hands tightened under my arms and around my back, hugging herself to my chest tightly. My arms cradled her head protectively. Even in my sleep, I wanted to keep her safe. Being this close to her w
Abigail's POV Growing up, I thought that my unique black and white wings were a warning from God, a daily reminder of the constant struggle I would have to face navigating through life, fighting the urge to give in to the primal need for destruction and chaos that I had inherited from my father. I wanted to believe God had faith in my strength and determination not to allow sin and corruption to take root inside me; believing instead, he wanted me to follow my mother's example of compassion and mercy. But I knew he would test my faith and resolve from time to time- like now in the realm of sleep—a place where I could so easily close my eyes and shut out the harrowing cries of innocence. I had grown up to be ashamed of my wings; they always reminded me of how different I was, how unnatural and damned. I can count the times I have shown them to people on one hand. One! My mother! That is it! So, it seemed fitting to unleash my one white, one black wing in a world where they belong
Jason's POV Leaving my Father's office, I felt like I was going to throw up; my only saving grace was that I had not eaten anything yet! Nor would I have time now! Following my Father and Marcus down the stairs with Tommy silently at my side, I could feel the apprehension rolling off him. I knew he was picking up on the dread that was eating me up. Kicking myself for being unable to hide it from him, I didn't want to concern the pack with my suspicions until I had chance to talk to Abigail! Coming to stand beside my Father on the steps of the packhouse, I tried to steady my racing heart, locking my hands behind my back stoically. Tommy and Marcus stood to my right, my mother; the packs Luna appeared beside her mate. Taking his hand in her loving embrace, I knew my Father had linked her and asked her to come and address the pack with him; he wanted to show unity and strength. Marcus whistled to get the pack's attention, sensing their alpha had something to say; they all assembled
Maxwell's POV Staring into the sinister flames that danced around the once magnificent gothic church, a sense of unbearable sorrow washed over all who stood and observed the misery the hellfire unleashed upon these people's faith! Its ancient walls, composed of intricate sculptures and brightly stained-glass windows, crumbled dramatically around the glorious gold and stone altar as if a force protected the heart of the church. An overwhelming reminder of the last time I had witnessed these flames devouring our land played through my mind; Like now, the menacing flames left nothing in their wake but heartbreak and destruction. A neighbouring pack had crossed onto our territory under the pretence of looking for a rogue wolf who had apparently fled through our land after slaughtering one of their elders. We had agreed to help them search through our domain, not fully trusting them or their story. And we were right to have been suspicious because once they were within our borders,
Damien's POV "The cavalry's here", Ares chuckled discreetly to me; turning in the direction I had just come from, I quietly observed the scene before me. The washed-up alpha and his pack stood handing out aid to the town folk while boy wonder headed towards the source of everyone's anguish. "Let's see how Mr High 'N' Mighty fares against hellfire, shall we!" I retorted with a chuckle; staying in the shadows, I followed the turd to the church grounds. The horror that spread across his face as he looked up at the ominous flames was hysterical! "Call yourself an Alpha, yet you quiver and shake at the sight of a tiny fire!" I laughed to myself, watching him curiously. "How is this dude even a consideration for our angel? He couldn't punch his way out of a paper bag, let alone protect her," Ares huffed, watching the pipsqueak through my eyes cautiously. A low growl rumbled through my chest, seeing the pack's useless alpha come and stand beside his son. I could feel Ares's despera
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