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
Jason's POV "I don't understand.." I uttered, looking down at Kayla, who lay below me, my eyes drawn to the slender curves of her neck, mortified seeing that her once pristine skin now proudly bore a mate's mark- My mark! Catching the trauma on her face, I knew she was picking up on my regret and anger. "Wait, she can only sense my feelings if..." I mused inwardly, looking down at where her fingers trailed the same spot on my neck; I winced, spotting a mark of my own, bruised and angry but nonetheless imprinted on my skin. "Fuck." I seethed; instant guilt washed over me, seeing the pain sweep over my apparent mate's face. "Sorry, darling- I am just..." "Confused; yeah, you said that!" She snapped, pushing me onto my side and off her. Laying back on the wet grass, I looked up at the starry night, my head finally clear of the purple haze it had been ensnared in. "How? You don't have a wolf?" I puffed, ignoring her comment as the reality of the situation dawned on me. Kayl
Damien's POV It's a fucking good thing I don't need sleep to function because there was no way I would be settling tonight after watching the fateful events of the night unfold, still unable to get the images of my girl impaled on demonic cock, a demon cock that was not mine. Stalking back and forth, my eyes constantly assessing for invisible threats lurking in the darkness. This English ponce's immense power had me restless and agitated, never knowing when the next hit would come or what the fuck it could be. Finally, sitting down on the edge of the bed, hoping the dip of the mattress under my weight wouldn't wake my sleeping beauty. Tenderly I pulled the sheets over Red's bare shoulders, seeing her shiver. Her body instinctively leaned into my touch, had me grinning like a love-sick kid; tucking a stray wild hair behind her ear, I felt nauseated seeing something as pure as Red treated the way she had been tonight! "How adorable." Closing my eyes momentarily, I sucked dow
Jason's POV "Archer?" I asked, feeling my wolf's unease; he, like me, was torn. "What are you thinking, buddy?" I nodded as I looked at Kayla, knowing that if we stalled much longer, she would see that we were struggling with this decision, which was not what I wanted for her. But this decision would affect the rest of my life and future pack. It had to be right! The mate bond was for life, or at least it was meant to be. Those who were rejected were never entirely whole again. I didn't want that for Kayla, and I definitely didn't want that for Archer. With a heavy sigh, I felt Archer slump out of his pit, looking through my eyes at Kayla, drinking in her delicate form; I could feel his lust as her eyes filled with the gold of her wolf. "I don't think we have a choice, you might not remember, but I do. Accept her!" He said finally, the sorrow in his voice was unmistakable. He hated the idea of losing Abigail, but the excitement that surged through him at the thought of seeing
Jason's POV Seeing her eyes glow a soft gold, I grinned mischievously, moving my hands up the slender planes of her back. Pulling at her t-shirt and lifting it over her head, I threw it on the grass with a satisfied wink at my new mate. My eyes stalked her magnificent figure drinking in her beauty while my fingers trailed down over her small breasts, rolling her tight nipples in my fingers, loving the sound of her pleasurable moans as she removed the rest of her clothes. "I think we should ban clothes from now on." I flirted, kicking them aside and out of her reach, wiggling my brows at her and slapping her petite ass; I grinned at her playful squeal as she turned to look at me; her hand on her hip, she shook her head, rubbing her ass with the other hand, a pout playing on her lips as I took a seat on the rocks by the water's edge watching her with a chuckle. "Fine, but you can explain to my father why I am sitting at breakfast naked, mate." She moaned as she sauntered towards
Bernael's POV Staring into the angry eyes of my son, his words hanging in the air between us. He despised me, and that was fine! I didn't need him to love me or even to like me, but what I did need and demand was his fucking loyalty. Something I am realising is wavering at the first sight of Abigail's ginger gash! Not only had he decided to go against our well-thought-out plans and throw a spanner in the bloody works by letting a pretty smile and innocent eyes sway him from the path I had set out for him. A path I had spent years educating and guiding him towards! Now he has allowed his feelings for this girl to cloud his judgement and potentially ruin everything! Topped off by the fact I could feel his wolf restlessly stirring inside him, it had taken more than one witch to keep that beast locked up for all these years, muting it and its hold over my son. Wolves were impulsive creatures that needed to be kept in check and ruled with an iron fist! Something I thought my son wa
Bernael's POV Sitting back in an old wicker chair that adorned the corner of my daughter's bedroom, my eyes trailed over her sleeping body; the floral sheets that cocooned her rose and fell as she snored softly, enjoying the slumberland I had left her in, sighing as my eyes drifted down to my son, his lifeless body irritating me. The kid had grown some solid iron balls in the last few days! But even iron melted under enough heat! "I personally prefer him that way." A voice cut through the air, making me snort and nod in agreement; right now, so did I. I didn't need to look up; I knew whom the voice belonged to. "Dante!" I acknowledged sitting back in the chair; it creaked in protest under my weight; the sound, mixed with Abigail's light breathing, filled the uneasy silence in the room. "I got your message." He responded, walking around the bed to sit beside my daughter; his eyes narrowed on me curiously. Giving away more than I knew he would have liked to; he was curiou
Tommy's POV Kneeling beside the mangled body of a pack member I had known all my life, I carefully finished wrapping his body in the soft white muslin. Not all our pack members were exactly open coffin ready when they met their maker, and Ryan here was no exception! He had young pups who didn't need to remember their dad like this! Folding the fabric around him, I sighed heavily as I lifted him respectfully in my arms and carried him over to where the others who had fallen in tonight's insane attack were lying, ready for the pack's traditional burning process. "I always suspected you were eating my snacks from the packed fridge." I groaned under the strain of his dead weight. "And given the fact you way as much as an elephant, I think I was right, dude!" I taunted in my grief as I laid his body down on the pyre with the others, ensuring he was still covered for his loved ones. Standing up, I said a silent prayer to the moon goodness, hoping she would take pity on those who