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
Jason's POV "Baby?" Kayla's voice prompted, her tone laced with an uneasiness that made Archer wine to go and comfort her fears. Something about how she said ''baby' always made me feel like the most important male in the world! "Because we are!" Archer grinned goofily. Ignoring him, I answered Kayla, not wanting her to fret, sensing the chaos that was our mood as it flicked between wanting to kill Tommy and fuck her! I was already picking up on her fears that Archer was seriously contemplating ripping one of her brother's limbs off! "How about an ear? Not like he bloody uses them and listens to me anyway!" I countered playfully. "How is he not the size of a fucking bear with the amount of shit he eats!" I added, watching my best friend guzzle down his treats. "An ear sounds good; we can say he lost it in a battle... It will make him look formidable and dangerous!" She laughed, feeling an overwhelming sense of passion pass through the mate bond. Archer howled at her needil
Jason's POV "Undress!" I commanded, slamming the door to my bedroom shut with such force the walls around us shook violently in protest. "Mmm, I hope you greet me like that every time you come home!" Kayla teased playfully; I could feel the ripples of pleasure shooting through her as she sashayed across the room to greet me. However, I wasn't in the mood for cute or sassy! "Not in the mood, Kayla! Clothes off!" I ordered a second time, unable to hide the irritation of asking her twice. "You hardly asked!" Archer debated with me, pissing me off further. "I shouldn't have to!" I hurled at my wolf, unwilling to discuss this further; he was meant to be on my side! "She is my mate!" "She is not a damn object; she still has feelings, you know? You're treating her like a damn whore!" Archer snarled, his mood darkening. "Don't you fucking start too! If I want to treat her like a damn whore I will! She is my property now!" "Yeah! Let's see how far that gets you, shall we!
Jason's POV Finally standing, I faced Kayla's tear-stained face. Moving slowly and almost casually, I pulled my shorts down; I was commando underneath, having left my clothes in the cave, a memory which felt like a lifetime ago! My cock was already so hard it practically vibrated as it sprang free from my shorts. "Now your cunt's all plugged up; I can't fuck it. But that's not really what I'm interested in. I've always wanted to know what it feels like to fuck you in the ass, but you have always refused!" I grinned, trailing my fingers over her pretty stomach; in this position, I could see every one of her ribs as she desperately panted for breath. "Baby. I don't want this to be our first night as a mated couple.." She whimpered, thrashing in the restraints. I could feel the little bolts of pleasure washing over her with each move she tried to make, and I knew it was from the thick length she was impaled on! She can protest all she likes; she wants this! "I don't think she
Jason's POV "Christ, I was right! This is the tightest hole I've ever had my dick in. No wonder so many guys love anal." I began moving gentler, then harder and deeper, until I was pulling all the way out only to slam back in brutally, her ass stretching to accommodate my thick girth. The dildo in her pussy made her channels so tight it was beyond glorious! I had never been a male to be ok with sharing my prey, but something about this act made me want to consider the option of bringing another into the bedroom; Kayla was ravishing and so submissive; who wouldn't want to claim her tight ass as well! "NO!" Archer growled possessively, making me chuckle; he had seemingly broken free. "Well, until you find a way to be here with my bud, I don't see a way around it! I need to know what it would feel like... We could even watch as two strangers destroyed her sweet holes." I half teased because, frankly, I was ok with this idea. My mind drifted as I pounded inside my girl's tight
Tommy's POV I had walked in on them several times over the years but nothing like this! My sister spread eagle over Jason's bed, a contraption holding her legs open, her light muffled sobs filling the quiet room. I could see the fading bruises on her hips. "Sex can be consensual and rough", Rafe interjected as my mind went to a dark place; Jason had threatened to tie her up and use her earlier, but I thought he was making ideal threats. I didn't for a second think he was serious! "Do those sobs sound like consensual sex is what happened here!" I demanded, pushing the door open and sliding in. Seeing her body tense as I stepped into the room, Rafe roared angrily, finally catching up with me. I knew instinctively it wasn't me she was nervous about entering; it was her mate! My best friend! "This is so wrong!" Rafe whined helplessly. My anger reached unhealthy limits seeing her so vulnerable and exposed; he had left her like this with the door still open! Since when was he
Damien POV "Fuck me!" I groaned, opening my eyes, rubbing the back of my neck; it hurt like a mother fucker! "I'd rather not; I know where you have been!!" My father's dull voice cut through the air. "Funny!" I barked, getting up off the ground. Still rolling my fingers over the achy muscles of my neck. "Did you snap my neck?" I asked, cracking my neck from side to side to soothe my angry muscles! "You were being a whiny baby!" He snipped, running his hands along the worn arms of the chair he sat in, staring at me with his cold eyes. "You mean I said something you didn't agree with, and instead of talking it through like FUCKING adults, you snapped my neck!" I replied, my tone almost as cold as his eyes. "I've looked your sister over…" "Don't call her that!" I snarled, interrupting my father as I sat beside Red, checking her over for signs my father had tampered with her. He was apparently planning to ignore my statement! "Because it's the truth, and he doesn't
Jason's POV It had been a long night and an even longer morning, waking up, showering and eating alone because my lovely Kayla had seemingly disappeared during the night. I knew that was my fault, but somehow I had switched to autopilot where Kayla was concerned and flipped off my feelings towards her! Which wasn't a bad thing, as I knew the guilt would eat me up. We had buried our dead as soon as the sun began to rise and cleaned up the pack house after a few fights had evidently broken out during the night's chaos. Despite many requests for time to grieve, my father had insisted we continued as usual and still held morning training, believing that yesterday showed the pack's safety was more important now than ever! Tommy had been at breakfast, boldly sitting in his seat beside me, grinning like an arrogant fool as he spooned another mouthful of cereal in his chops, his eyes were colder than expected, and the usual playful banter between us was none existent, throwing everyon
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