Abigail's POV You'd think I was some precious stone the way Damien seemed to safeguard me; we would have to have words when Jason had gone because this was ridiculous, his lack of compassion for human life bothered me! He has only known me for a few days and had just tried to kill some, because of me! I understand that wolves tend to imprint very quickly on their mates, but from what I heard between Jason and Archer, Damien was not a wolf! He was a demon! Something I prayed was just a slang word or term of 'endearment', but given his impulsiveness, possessiveness and predisposition for murder, I was starting to wonder if what I had heard in Jason's mind was right! And if it was, how did I feel about that? Because on the surface, I seemed to be brushing it under the carpet! But if Damien was evil and I was not.. or at least I hoped I wasn't, how was this... whatever it was that was growing between him, and I expected to work! I had hoped we had escaped the possibility of round
Tommy's POV Leaning back on the flimsy wooden frame of the chair, the creek that filled the room made me wince with concern that it wouldn't support my weight and I'd end up on my ass, again. My eyes focused on the redhead opposite me, who had been the centre of all the drama this morning. I would be blind if I said I couldn't see what Jason was attracted to! She gave off an innocent vibe which we, as wolves, were not used to seeing. We were raised to be brutal, cunning and always keep our wits about us. Yet this female was raw, endearing and vulnerable, even if she didn't want to admit it. However, seeing her stand her ground to a future Alpha and whatever the hell Damien was made me smirk because she had a feistiness I liked! For Jason! She would be a good mate for him! Yet, seeing the way Damien's eyes stalked her every move, I had a feeling he would have a different opinion on the matter. After coming around, Jason explained a little nervously that Abigail had healed me;
Tommy's POV Standing slowly, not wanting to make a scene but preparing myself to pounce if whatever coin he was flipping in his head landed wrong, and Damien decided to retaliate. Seeing Damiens's eyes settle on the same green shade I had looked into my whole life with Jason, I relaxed. "I am not too proud to admit that you have powers and abilities we don't!" I shared, looking between both bombs waiting to erupt in the room. "What Jason is trying to say, I think, is that we might have the strength, Damien, but it's you who has the ability to fight and sense whatever it is, right?" Damien nodded, much calmer, but I knew he already knew where I was going with this. "And if you didn't even know it was here last night! It's fair to say we are a little worried about this entity, its powers, plans and intentions towards the girl!" Sighing heavily, noticing Damien had nothing else to say, he just nodded! "I will take her to town as she has asked; perhaps you two can sort her apar
Jason's POV "There is nothing wrong with my driving, Damien!" I groaned for the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes; turning the engine off, I glared into the mirror, showing the faces of Ab's and Tommy in the back seat, pleading with them to help before I rammed my foot up this arrogant prick's ass! "Seriously, you're delusional. I saw three OAPs overtake you and a snail!" Slamming the car door closed, I leaned on the cool metal of the door; I took a deep breath and counted to five slowly in my head. "I mean, you could have always walked, Damien!" Abigail laughed, exiting the car behind me; my shoulders relaxed, feeling her delicate, reassuring touch over my skin. "I would have gotten here quicker if I had! I am telling you!" He ground out, coming around the car to stand beside Abbi. "Does he come with a mute button Ab's?" I glowered sarcastically, trying to ignore how close he was to her. "I wish", She laughed, looking between us both with a smile that made my
Abigail's POV I wasn't born yesterday, nor was Maxwell the first male I had met with an agenda. I knew the second he approached that he wanted something from me. What wound me more was that if he asked outright, I would most likely oblige him; I was a people pleaser, I always had been. But scheming to get what you want irritated me, which meant I was more than likely going to drag my heels and then not help to be a stubborn mare. Deciding I would be all sugar and sweet, I smiled my most innocent smile and played the part of 'damsel' he had already decided to cast me in. Feeling the tension between Damien and Jason rise to an uncomfortable level, I sighed; Damien wasn't helping with his need to touch me or be insanely close to me at all times. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy the feeling of his hands on me, nor the sensation it gave me. But I didn't enjoy seeing Jason put out over it. Despite what had happened today between us, I knew he had been pushed to snap like that, and I ha
Damien's POV "You fucking dick," I growled at my father; Ares roared in my head, seeing her turn to face me, pure panic crossed her beautiful features. It took all my strength to lock Ares down tight in my father's presence. Trust my father to drop this bomb on her when she was already overwhelmed. Although I don't know why I was surprised he was a calculated bastard, he always had been. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew he was using his powers to reinforce her fears, playing on them and drowning her in doubt. It was a game he liked to play with those he deemed inferior. Seeing her look at me like she was now was heartbreaking; I didn't need to be inside her head to know what was eating at her. She was worried I knew about her parentage, and I did! But it didn't bother me; nothing bothered me apart from her safety and happiness. Right now, I was ready to rip my father a new ass hole for causing her an ounce of pain; heck, I still might if he didn't stop tormenting her. Know
Abigail's POV Coming around slowly, I could feel the ice eating at my bones, gradually melting. Realisation dawned on me that it wasn't just my insecurities consuming me; someone had magnified them, causing my body to become completely overwhelmed and shut down. I wasn't usually the dramatic sort, definitely not the damsel in distress type. The last thing I remember before I apparently lost consciousness was Damiens's face, the noise behind him, a woosh and then the sensation of flying. Turning my attention to the males around me, I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. I hated seeing them both looking torn up and concerned over me, but hearing Damien tease Jason, I smiled for the small miracles; at least they were getting along- for now. Hearing Maxwell push me for answers, I sighed; I knew he was right. I owed the people these answers. I know I am being selfish, but I am exhausted; my body feels utterly battered. I just wanted my bed, Netflix and leftover Chinese. Hearing
Damien's POV "Your Dad sounds..." Smirking down at her, I couldn't help but interrupt. "Like a prick..." I loved how she tried to find the good in everyone, but seriously she would find nothing of the sort in my father; I knew she would realise that soon enough, but I didn't want her to think I was a chip off the old block, because I wasn't. Yes, I had a few of his undesirable traits, but I was my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings. Although I support him as a family should - I didn't agree with all of his actions, despite what others may think. "That's because he is Red. I don't like him, and I don't trust him... Especially not with you... just to be clear." I added, all playfulness gone. I wanted her to realise I was serious; I would fight the world for her...Including my father. Jason... the wolves... the lot of them. She was mine. "Ours", Ares corrected me possessively, making me snarl at him; I meant what I said- she was mine, and I wouldn't share her, not e
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