Tommy's POV "Rafe! Calm down!" I bellowed at my wolf, my voice hoarse from screaming to try and get my stubborn animal's attention; it appeared in vain; I was undoubtedly being shut out! I looked on in horror as Rafe pummelled Jason's face into the dirt around us; given the cocky grin on Jason's face, he was simply biding his time before he struck! And when he did, I knew devastation would follow! I knew Jason kept Archer under tight lock and key because of his anger issues! His ability to flip on a coin and go from 1-1000 in seconds was magnificent to watch, but being on the other end of that wrath would spell disaster for Rafe and I! I hoped our friendship meant more to them than Archer's bloodlust and need to kill! I was not the enemy! Despite what it looked like! My wolf was in control of my body, pinning Jason in the grass, landing blow upon blow on his face in an unprovoked attack. Excruciating pain soared through my body, stopping my reckless attack on my best mate a
Damien's POV "What the fuck is going on?" I fumed, pulling Red against my side protectively, just as a semi-shifted male hurtled towards us, teeth snapping menacingly. A smaller, darker wolf charged behind him, sinking its teeth into the half-human, stopping him from launching an assault on Red and I. My eyes widened in alarm as I watched the pair wrestle for the higher ground until they finally rolled out of sight. Locking eyes with my angel, checking her over quickly, our heads snapped in the direction the beasts had disappeared; a defeated wail penetrated the dim woods around us, bouncing off the trees aimlessly "We need to get out of here, Red!" I hissed, bringing my green hues to look at her, unsurprised by the challenge on her lips. "What's wrong? Scared of a few feral wolves?" She taunted. Usually, I would have found her tease amusing, but something was wrong; this wasn't just a simple training session- this looked like war! And we were in the middle of the battlefield
Abigail's POV "What are you looking at, Ace?" I sulked, spying him looking into the distance ominously. Narrowing my eyes through the woods. "When did it get misty?" I asked, confused by the sudden change in the air. When we arrived in the woods earlier, the madness that had seeped into the shadows was almost tangible, and Something about that excited me! Running my fingers through the purple mist that had descended over the thick grass, I smiled, observing it twist through my fingers like a fish caressing the current. I could feel the purple haze contaminating my skin with wickedness, unlocking my deep-rooted desires to welcome corruption and bath in glorious sin! Embracing it impulsively, I ran my hands over Damien's shoulders, standing behind him, my body pressed against him snugly. I leaned up on my tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck, grinning, hearing him groan approvingly. Trailing my fingers across his shoulders, down his strong arms, exploring the mascul
Ares's POV "Damien was right! Wolves are fucking annoying!" I admitted, wondering if he could hear and see what was going on, I couldn't sense him anywhere, yet I was in his human form, not that I would know what my form looked like. This was the closest I had ever gotten to freedom from the cage inside his mind. Damien was always the good soldier, never one to question his Daddy! Only recently had he decided to grow a pair of balls and stand up to his demented family... This sassy female before me had unknowingly freed me from a life of isolation simply by crossing Damien's path and melting his cold heart. Meeting her gave him the strength to find his voice and question all he knew, letting me have some independence, even trusting my judgement. I would be forever grateful for that alone, owing her more than I can ever repay! But I would start with my protection and loyalty! Although I couldn't deny that I wanted her! Something about her called to the darkness within me; it d
Damien's POV Ares had been given free rein of my body and, with it, the opportunity to act upon his deep yearning to mate and claim my ruby jewel as his own. The animal he was, wanted to mark her desperately and fill her fertile womb with as many pups as possible! Leaving no doubt that she belonged to us! When condemned to the void by whatever the fuck was lurking in the shadows of the woods, I found myself surrounded by never-ending nothingness, no familiar smells or flickers of light, just oblivion! Until I heard Ares call for me subconsciously- he needed me! And as much as it irked me to admit, I had grown used to his chatter the last few days and felt empty without him. Something in his tone screamed pain, dread and uncontrollable anger; I had thought wrongly that he wouldn't have held back if allowed to do as he liked with Red! Instead, he had respected both Red and me! I was beyond grateful and not embarrassed to say proud of him and our bond! For the first time ever,
Jason's POV With the pack and their bullshit behind us, I trailed through the woodland surrounding our pack house; Kayla snuggled in my arms, safeguarding her from those who had also filtered into the forest. Although, given Archer's 'Fuck with me and die!' vibe, no one had dared approach us as of yet! "Where are we going?" Kayla whispered calmly as we delved deeper into the gloomy forest. "You don't remember, baby?" I asked, raising a brow, the corner of my lip twisting into a smirk. "Our spot!" She gushed, making me smile at her, warmth spreading through my body seeing a smile split her pretty face; even when black bruises danced across her ivory cheek, she was unmistakably breathtaking! Stepping over the body of one of my pack members as if they were nothing more than a discarded branch, I looked down in amusement seeing his heart missing from his body! "Pitty, I liked him!" I grumbled briefly before stepping on something soft and squishy. Looking down to see my boo
Abigail's POV Had he sensed me? I froze, my hand gripping the green fuzz that coated the tree, watching tentatively as Jason wrapped some girl in his strong arms, embracing her as only lovers would! Her nails raked over his scalp, pulling his hair back and giving her better access to his neck, but something in his face changed; his eyes swam with the longing of his beast! A beast I found myself drawn to, even now when I had made promises to Damien, I felt that familiar pull to Jason and Archer that sent delicious warmth straight to my core. Watching Jason strip off had been torture, watching those enormous muscles in his shoulders move as he stripped off, his bulging arms tensing, ogling him shamefully; I felt the dampening between my thighs, my pussy betraying me again, reminding me that it had been over an hour since she had had any attention! Greedy bitch! I groaned inwardly! Even from my viewing point behind the trees that lined their little love nest, I could see how b
Author Note: Trigger warning- Consent/non-consent Unknown POV Abigail was as remarkable as I remembered, although I had forgotten how spirited my red-haired beauty was, how undeniably strong-willed and stubborn. Watching her sass the wolf the demon had charged to protect her, a smirk toyed at the corner of my lips. Disappearing into the shadows, no longer wanting to entertain the arrogant pricks' nonsense, I sighed, admitting that Damien had disappointed me! I had known his father for centuries, I had watched him fall with Lucifer and the others, and honestly, he fell short of the mark! I had thoroughly enjoyed the chaos and devastation his father and his cronies had unleashed on the world. I personally preferred to plant a seed and watch the corruption unravel as I watched from the sidelines, adding the occasional sprinkle of trauma, death and destruction to the delicious mix. This was what had brought me to the forest this evening; I had warned Alpha Maxwell not to get to
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