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 Hearing the distant sound of voices and then silence, I cocked my eyes quickly to see Maxwell leave the restaurant we had just left, Jason behind him, his eyes finding mine before possessively surveying Red and how she stood melted into my body, my arm snaked around her tiny waist my fingers laced in her mass of red waves tilting her head back to give me better access to those honeyed lips I was now addicted too. But the look of need and desire was etched across my girl's face as she looked into my eyes challengingly that ate at him. Her hand winding up my chest, grabbing my shirt needily, pulling me closer, which had him glaring angrily. Her message was clear: She wanted me! "Red, there'll be no going back if you cross that line..." Flicking my eyes back to her with a wicked smirk, my tone laced with lust. Wanting to give her every chance to back down, "Does it look like it bothers me?" I answered, lowering my hand down over the curves of her back across her pert
Abigail's POV "I won't keep repeating myself, Red; Answer first time in future- Last warning." The commanding tone of his voice alone was enough to make my knees weak, I was a stubborn creature enjoying taunting him and fighting his need for control, but I could hear in his voice I had pushed enough- for now. I would answer, but I wasn't lying earlier. I didn't know what I wanted from him. Obviously, I had kissed a boy or two growing up, but I hadn't taken things further, my mother's trauma constantly weighing heavy on me. I never wanted to put myself in the same boat as her- letting the wrong person in and ending up a puddle of anxiety and fear! Nevertheless, here I was, pinned to a wall by a demon; what was worse than the heat I felt furiously scorching between my thighs because of his touch was the knowledge I was more worried he his hands would stop their wild rampage, his tongue would cease its invasion of my mouth, and I would never again feel this alive. With Damin t
Damien's POV "So what are you waiting for? Lost your nerve, Ace?" My little Minx heckled, knowing damn well that would insight a fire in me. She likes to tease. Good, so do I! Pulling her head back from nibbling my ear, my eyes tightened on her, accepting the challenge she laid at my feet. Intertwining my fingers in her hair, the little gasp she made was so delicious I wanted more! With my hand that was trapped between her gorgeous thighs, my fingers rubbed her soaked panties. Yanking the pretty fabric aside, I grinned as she drove her hips closer to my exploring digits, trying to encourage me to give her the release we both knew she desired. Running my long finger over her core in a whisper of a touch, her arousal unmistakable by her sweet juices coating her walls. I teased at her entrance; my cock hardened instantly, knowing how close I was to taking what I wanted from my exquisite angel. Coaxing little moans from her scrumptious lips, I watch her eyes close; tugging at her
Abigail's POV I don't know where this newfound confidence has come from, but I am enjoying it immensely. Damien seems to bring out the reckless side to me I had been pushing down for all these years; well, it was time to let her out to play and embrace the fallen angel that hid behind the mask of innocence. I was pulled from my thoughts, seeing Damien slamming the door, a deadly scowl on his face. Sitting on the end of my bed, I winked at him, ignoring his darkening mood. Pretending to reach behind me, I smirked knowingly. "Ah, perfect timing. Given your hesitation, I was going to see if Jason could take over where you left off." I teased, dropping my hand to the bed and leaning back, pushing my bust out and staring at him seductively. Seeing him kick his shoes off, I faked innocence. "Won't you need them to go let Jason in?" "RED!" He roared, making me chuckle, but I knew I had pushed enough. Pursing my lips, lowering my eyes before sucking down a breath as he stepped close
Jason's POV "Look, son, I know..." My father started making me sigh and switch off from him- He didn't want me pursuing Abigail; it was the same shit I had heard for the twenty minutes; I couldn't wait for this car ride to end. "Tough!" Archer grumbled in my head, making me snort; at least we were both on the same page for the first time in days. I hated it when we argued; until Ab's, we had been thick as thieves, our bond unbreakable. "Too right, buddy." I laughed cockily, but seeing her and Damien together today, I knew this fight for her attention would most likely end in bloodshed. I just hoped it was a fight I could win. The way Damien dismissed Tommy's wolf earlier had me nervous; if he did that to Archer, I was fucked! It was that simple. "I mean, the pack has to come before your dick, boy, you know that, right?" Coming back to reality, my father's voice cut through the tension in the car. Gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white, I clenched my jaw, grind
Jason's POV Sitting beside my mother on the garden veranda, I watched her observing the children play on the green. She looked like she had aged since this morning, which told me Father had filled her in on today. She looked so vulnerable and lost in memories I decided not to mention my ideas of a party; she had enough to deal with. Pulling her into a hug, I wrapped my arms around her delicate shoulder, kissing her forehead. "Ma, you know I will never let anything happen to you, right?" I asked, unable to hide the concern in my voice. "I know, Jace." She answered, but her eyes were glued on my sibling playing. Sitting with her for a while, I just enjoyed the moment, both of us turning around and seeing Tommy come and join us, a giant share bag of crisps in his hands that we all knew he would demolish himself—sitting on the other side of my mother he winked at her playfully. "So - Party or no party?" He asked, offering my mum some of his crisps; I grinned, seeing her take a
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