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
Jason's POV And Abigail? That WAS the million-dollar question! My mate was currently heading into the pack house, surrounded by our family. I could feel her happiness through the bond and see it in the sway of her petite hips. Archer was purring with satisfaction watching her walk away, clawing at the inside of my head to follow her, witnessing her look over her shoulder at us, blowing a kiss as she disappeared through the doors. "I seriously hope that was for you! Because incest is really not my thing!" Tommy hackled, punching him hard in the arm, I shook my head putting on a pair of shorts my father had brought out for me. "Tool!" I laughed jokingly; Archer, however, wasn't so amused! "Careful!" Archer warned seriously. "Yeah, yeah! I forgot you activated possessive dick mode!" He laughed a little nervously, walking over to one of the garden tables, sitting on top of it, hooking his feet up on one of the cushioned chairs. "My mother will tan your ass if she sees y
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