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
Unknown POV My gorgeous impatient Queen reached behind her, stroking my dick longingly through my suit pants, pausing momentarily as if working something out. I grinned, wondering if she would realise I wasn't her precious boy wonder! My expensive suit was hardly the same texture as his cheap sweatpants! It seemed her need for dick outweighed her need for sense and reason! Her hands were already pulling my hardened length from their fabric constraints. "Please, Ace, I need you!" She begged in an almost inaudible whisper against my fingers that were tracing the curves of her lips, the other digits twisting her pebble hard nipple. Her perfect breasts heaved with her strained breaths. Her beautiful moans were music to my ear as my tongue caressed the soft skin of her neck. Abigail shifted between me and the tree, her fingers trailing over the steel I had pressed against her ass; feeling it move along her bottom, under her ass, she let it rub the base of her tight pussy. The thou
Damien's POV "What the fuck have we walked in on! And who the fuck is this cunt?" I growled, watching hands that were not mine trail over Red's skin, skin I had been kissing and enjoying just hours ago. I could smell Jason; he was close! I could hear the moans of a woman besides Abigail! Under any other circumstances I would commend his creativity! "A dead cunt, when I get free!" Ares fumed, his words bouncing off the walls of my mind fiercely. His anger was a dangerous concoction of jealousy and pain! The prick, touching what was ours and the fact SHE was allowing it was destroying him! "Don't you think if I COULD kill him, I FUCKING WOULD OF BY NOW!" I roared at my half-wit beast, who was retreating to the back of my mind, stalking back and forth impatiently! "Do you seriously think I would willingly be standing here, frozen in place like a fucking ponce, watching some cunt slam his dick inside my woman? While SHE enjoys every thrust of his skinny fucking hips!" I seethed,
Damien's POV "YOU brought this on her!" This sadistic scum snarled, taking a step closer to me as I stepped further away and closer to Red, instinctively wanting to protect her. "Personal fucking space!" I growled, rooting my feet to the floor as he closed the jap between us, making Ares bounce inside my head anxiously. "Given what we have just witnessed, I think it's safe to say boundaries are something this jackass does not grasp!" Ares mumbled inside my head, his tone laced with defeat. "You thought you could come and play with the big boys!" He continued in his thick English accent, ignoring my comment, stepping so close I could smell the mint of his toothpaste mixed with bourbon. "What don't you like how we play?" he laughed, shaking his head. "I thought this would have been enough to educate you on the fact that YOU are nothing compared to me! Nothing! Why don't you run home back to Daddy, kid!" He fumed, his tone eerily calm, sending a deadly chill down my spine.
Unknown POV Having conducted my business with the Alphas son and his whore, confident I had found a way to put an end to his little infatuation with my Queen and put an end to one side of this messy triangle she found herself in, I debated my options. Go home or crush the hopes of one more wolf! Ultimately the cocky shit needed a reminder of where his place was exactly! Below me! He is about to learn a hard lesson in what happens to those who piss me off; he will respect me when I am done with him- I guarantee it! Appearing in the dark corners of my queen's room, instantly regretting my decision seeing the squaller around her, anger rising in my gut, knowing she had chosen this life over a future with me! I observed for a moment, keeping my presence and magic hidden; I simply watched the exchange between them, seething at how easily she was affectionate with the weakling she had her legs wrapped around; I don't think she had ever been so carefree and natural around me. N
Unknown POV I moved up off the chair and lay next to Abigail on the bed, braving the filth of the bed! Looking up at the wolf, a flash of amusement in both our eyes. "She can't see me! Don't worry, little demon! I am not ready for her to know about me yet!" I winked as I let my tongue rasp over her sweat-slick breasts. My hand slipped down to rub her clit, coaxing a deep moan from her. Her thoughts travelled to earlier this evening when she had started this whole chain of events off by letting Damien claim her virginity and giving herself to him- freely! "She was a virgin tonight?" I asked Damien, allowing him to communicate with me for now. "Yes." He answered, trying to keep the pain from his voice, but it wasn't lost on me. I could smell it as well as hear it! "And you are sure?" I asked as Ares pounded in her, his hand gripping her hips bruisingly tight, making her groan in ecstasy. The darkness in her, which she tried so hard to deny, liked the pain! "Yes, undoubtedly
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