Abigail's POV Damien's hand roughly grabbed my wrists, pulling my fingers off his throbbing member; I could feel the lust coming off him in waves, making me grin, but as my eyes locked on his, I realised he was no longer playing. Something dark and unpredictable swam in his eyes that made me a little uneasy. As if Jason had read my mind and wanted to ease the tension I felt building in the room, he knocked on the door. His calm, airy voice sliced through the suspense in the room. "My father will shit a brick if we don't leave soon! Come on, Princess; you can tease him later!" Watching Damien fight whatever was going on in his head, I let out a breath seeing his face settle, his eyes steadied, and whatever storm had threatened to erupt had passed! Thank fuck! "I will see you later for dinner, ok!" I smiled, pecking his lips a final time before moving his hands and attempting to stand. As if reading my mind and needing to reassure me, his arm wrapped around my waist as I
Jason's POV "I can protect her," I nodded to Damien, seeing the tension in his face. The way his jaw tightened as his eyes followed Ab's until they narrowed angrily on the door she had escaped through told me there was more to this Dante than he was telling me. The fact that he feared for her safety and scrutinised every potential threat made me uneasy if HE was this concerned, I should be too. Nevertheless, I had to reassure him and take a little of the weight off his shoulders. Damien had always prided himself on being the bigger bastard. Growing up, we had all predicted he would finally find someone bigger than him to knock him down a peg or two finally. However, now it was happening; I must admit I didn't like it or the pain it seemed to be causing him. I had never seen him look this worried, and it made me anxious. Not just because my pack could end up in the middle of his pissing match again but because the idea of Ab's or him getting hurt pulled at my heart in a way I w
Damien's POV "Something on your mind, Red." I asked plainly as I checked her fridge for something to eat? "I didn't think demons ate." I heard Archer mumble, making me grunt; his wolf was strong, stronger than Ares, it seemed he had given into whatever spell my father had cast and was hiding it out. Yet Archer was desperately fighting its potency and trying to make himself known. I respected that. "THAT is your take on our conversation." I heard Jason laugh at his wolf; "You have never been this docile and un-opinionated before- ever." He chuckled, Archer as if proving Jay's point, yawned sleepily and drifted back to sleep. With my back to the pair, I felt Red's anger ripple through the room; I knew it wasn't truly aimed at me. The spell and the new dynamics disconcerted her; she didn't know where she stood. What she wanted or who. "You have nothing to say, Damien? Nothing to add to the conversation?" Red fumed, bringing me back to the here and now. "Jason has just o
Abigail's POV Sitting back in my seat, I looked around Jason's expensive Land Rover, admiring the sleek lines and cushioned leather. I hadn't said a word since we left my apartment, and the short journey was starting to feel almost as long as the nine hours coach journey I made to travel to get to this small town. Sighing, I sat back in my seat, turning my back to Jason; I looked out the window at the passing forest. The lush greens and browns comforted me. I loved nature, and there was a lot of mother nature here to love. Fidgeting again, I pulled my legs up on the seat and flicked the air con up and down. "Oh my god, you are worse than my kid sister. And she is six." Turning my head to face Jason, whose eyes were on the road, I narrowed my green hues on him, flicking the air con once more before sitting back in my seat. "If the ants in your pants are that bad, you could always take them off." He said sarcastically with a lopsided grin that melted my bad mood just a tad.
Abigail's POV 'She knows my mother and father wish to see you... and...' he couldn't just leave the sentence there. I wanted to know what else he had told her; was I walking into that pack house to have my eyes clawed out by a crazy, jealous female wolf? "And..." I prompted, "What else?" Looking at him with an exaggerated pout, I grinned, seeing it had got his attention, forcing a smile to twist upon his handsome face. The bastard was far too good-looking when he smiled like that, and he knew it. "Do you love D?" He questioned, raising a brow as we drove up the driveway to what looked like a giant castle built in the middle of a forest; it was giving off serious enchanted fairytale vibes! It looked nothing like what I envisioned a pack house filled with testosterone-filled males to look like. As his words sunk in, I pulled my eyes from the 'pack house' to look at him hard in his beautiful green eyes, shaking my head with a smirk. "You little cheater!" I laughed. "That's
Abigail's POV Sucking in a breath, I debated how to respond, but ultimately I decided that honesty was the best policy, he wouldn't give up, and Jason had promised to be truthful with me. The least I could do was offer him the same courtesy. "Yes!" I growled at him in defeat, avoiding eye contact with those jade hues that I knew would be sparkling with triumph. "Ass!" I whined as I glanced at him in the mirror and discovered I was right! "Happy now?" I spat, folding my arms around my legs. "Very!" "Jackass!" I laughed, rolling my eyes. Ignoring me, he grinned slowly, his eyes tracing down my thighs to where my shorts covered my ass. "Are you truly opposed to having Damien fuck your pussy while I pound that tight ass of yours!" He growled out his next question, which I was unprepared to answer even if he wasn't a dirty cheat! "I didn't get to ask a question," I whined, seeing Marcus walk over to greet us at the car; standing a few feet from where we were parked, locki
Jason's POV "Abigail, if you would like to follow me. Alpha Maxwell is waiting for you." Marus's cold voice cut through the sexual tension between Abigail and me. "He can wait!" I snapped, not taking my eyes off Abigail, who, given her facial expression, was fighting some inner demons of her own. "Abigail?" Marcus prompted, ignoring me and stepping to her side, offering his hand to lead her away. Turning slowly, I glared at Marcus, my eyes portraying the anger I felt churning at the idea of anyone stepping between me and what was mine. "Yours?" Archer quizzed sarcastically. Ignoring him, I let my anger out in my head at my wolf, not wanting Abigail to see my hot temper. "How dare he challenge me! I told him I would bring Abigail up to my father! I specifically told him he was not needed and to go back inside." "Yet here he stands, bold as brass ignoring your command because he doesn't respect you as the next Alpha or as a mate for his only daughter." Archer mocked, bu
Maxwell's POV "We have an issue, Alpha!" My beta shoots throughout the link, the anger clear in his voice. "Ugh!" I groaned out loud, dragging my hand down my face dramatically. "Fuck sake!" "What is it?" I snap, resting my head on my mate's lap; Mia's fingernails scraped up and down my neck and into my dark hair. "He won't leave the girl's side," Marcus explained dryly. "We expected as much!" "No, Alpha, I mean he won't let me even touch her; Archer is giving off serious touch her and die vibes." He pushed the subject. Sighing into Mia's lap, I let her sweet scent distract me from Jason's infatuation with the redhead. "He is acting like a mated male," Marcus warns. Yet again, I whine into my beautiful mate's lap, gripping her light fabric skirt. "He IS a mated male!" I retreat. "I am aware, and last time I checked, he was mated to MY daughter! Not this demon groupie!" Marcus growled; I could feel his anger through our link and knew he was laying the Blackwood'