Born as the first child of an alpha in a pack where an Alpha's first child is supposed to be a male, Messiah Jordy King is bound to keep her parents' secrets, even though it will cost her rejecting her two mates.
Lihat lebih banyakKing Arlo Caddel "Arlo, you aren't ready yet?" My eyes traveled over to the door and saw Ivan, my best friend and Beta standing there with a frown on his face. "I already am..." I said looking at the golden rimmed full body mirror to see what was out of place and then my Beta's sigh coming all the way from the door. "Why can't you ever let the royal designer do her job? no offense, your highness... but this attire is far too simple.. they might even confuse you for a mere Alpha wolf," I laughed off his worries placing a curled arm on his shoulder. "Oh, it's not that bad.. is it?" "It is," Ivan said firmly. I walked over to my king sized bed, sinking on it with a sigh, I wasn't even in any mood of attending the ceremony at all. Infact left to me I would move my throne over to my bedroom, but I was a King and there were certain duties I couldn't neglect even if I wanted to. This ceremony was one, I had been specially invited so I had to show the courtesy of gracing the occasion. I didn't want to be there, the goddess knew that for a fact. All I wanted was to lay on my bed and soak up memories of.. her. "Are you still thinking about her?" A crooked smile covered my face as I got up. By "her" he meant Brandy, my chosen mate. I had never gotten the opportunity to meet my mate before, so my parents and elders of my pack thought it best that they found someone worthy of standing by my side as my luna. My relationship with Brandy was not that of love at first, but I believed we could make good partners. Brandy was beautiful, intriguing and very intelligent. She walked and talked like a true queen, and I trusted her. Soon, that trust grew to love. And when she informed me of her pregnancy, I was overjoyed. To me, Brandy was more important than any mate the goddess could have ever given me. We were smitten by each other, and we fell in love. Or so I thought... Until she gave birth to a boy that wasn't mine. Hell! The child wasn't even a wolf. He was a bloody hybrid, a vampire's son. I did not know which hurt more; her betrayal, or the fact that I was cheated on with a being as cunning as the vampires, when all I had ever done was love and adore her. When I failed to speak, Ivan looked at me and sighed. "Your highness, I know that you are not a piece of stone, what happened to you would have broken many people... but you are still a King... A Lycan king at that." "And I have duties... and I'm doing my best not to break down while I'm at it, because everyone has expectations of me and I need to live up to them... I know..." It was not easy being a king, especially when you had to tuck your personal feelings to bed and do only what was expected of you. I placed my palm on my face. "Arlo, I'm sorry... I..." "Don't worry, let's just get going." I didn't want to be so cold to my second in command, but it made my blood boil. Just hearing about that woman was enough to make me like this. I had waited my entire life to meet my mate, but the moon goddess had not blessed me with that. It was an experience I doubted I would ever forget. It hurt me, it tore me open. She wasn't even my mate, but she had succeeded in.. in.. breaking my heart. I arrived late at the party, it seemed, because everybody had already started shifting then I heard whispers around me and some people were saying "Omega Alpha." "I was getting really worried when the Alphas kid did not transform immediately. Just imagine having an Omega for an Alpha." I heard someone say, I was a bit curious about that, but before I could inquire into it, the most intoxicating smell that my nostrils had ever had the chance to absorb filled my senses and I could hear Ivan, my Beta calling me, but it sounded so far away as my only focus was on that smell. Before I was even able to think about it, my body was already moving towards the smell in the direction of the centre of the hall where the new wolves had just shifted, my heart was beating so hard against my chest, I had waited my whole life for this moment. Could it be that finally the moon goddess would allow me to meet my mate? The smell was now so appealing that I became a little dizzy, then suddenly it was gone in the snap of a finger and I was sniffing around frantically for traces of it, and then it led me towards... A male wolf? I had thought that nothing would ever shatter me more than that woman's betrayal, but it seemed like life was ready to throw more punches. How on earth could the moon goddess keep punishing me like this, why would she give me a male wolf as a mate? Suddenly my male mate ran out of the hall and I sighed heavily. When I had waited my entire life for this moment and it's not like I could get any more disappointed at this point, so I might as well approach him and see whether he would reject me or not. With those thoughts in mind, I rushed out following him, but when I got outside he was nowhere to be found and the scent was completely hidden. I was feeling a little frustrated, as I followed the path he took, hoping to find him, but I saw two wolves that were just newly shifted talking to each other. From the similarities in their appearance, you could tell that they were siblings, maybe even twins. They were talking about a lot of things and mentioning names that I was not familiar with and I was about to go and ask them if they had seen my mate, when suddenly someone else joined them. He also smelt like a newly shifted wolf, probably he was friends with them, because their conversation suddenly stopped. The twins were staring at the ground. Even as an outsider I could feel how tense they all were. "Jamal!" My young male mate called. Suddenly I felt my body perk up and I moved closer to them without thinking, when I saw my male mate moving towards the group. "Don't touch me!" The male wolf my young male mate had called Jamal slapped his hand away. "Jamal.. I didn't... can we just talk?!" "There is no need for us to talk... this... this can't work ever, I'm sorry Messiah Jordy... It just can't...." Just looking at my mate, I could see unshed tears glistening at the corner of his eyes. "I Jamal Beaconsfield, reject you, Messiah Jordy King as my mate!" Messiah Jordy? I shifted and my foot stepped on a dry twinge and his eyes came to me as I couldn't help but say "Mate..."
THIRD PERSON'S POV “Careful, Mother.” Jamal put out a hand, helping his mother out of the cab. She was covered in thick clothing and was still as skinny. But she had smiles that went deep into her eyes, a good sign of recuperation, both physically and psychologically. He watched as the driver pulled their luggage from the car and two of the men he'd brought along were taking care of them. Staring at the crowded airport, Jamal felt a heavy sense of melancholia. Growing up, he'd never thought he'd be here. His Father had given him traditional teachings and had repeatedly told him how he'd be in charge of the Pack someday, so he shouldn't bother getting knowledge of things happening outside the pack. How much he'd believed that. Standing here, with his passport in his hands, ready to leave, was a twist he never saw coming. “Let's go inside, son.” His mother urged him. He nodded, linking their hands and taking another glance back. As badly as he wanted to leave this Pack
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV TWO WEEKS LATER “He's so beautiful,” The nanny mused. I glanced at her and nodded with a teary smile, before returning my gaze to my baby. “Yes, he is. Isn't he?” My Reon Arlo Jnr. had to be the prettiest baby I've ever seen. Rapidly growing, he was already taking a few steps and was making baby babbles. Right now, dressed to the nines, he was in his crib, playing with his toys and laughing out loud. He had an amazing laugh. His smiles were heavenly. I could sit all day just watching him, and I've been doing exactly that in the last few days. Enjoying being a mother. Enjoying being a wife and a mate. Enjoying freedom. After Luther's death, I left our Pack. It wasn't an easy choice, though, as the elders and the people pleaded that I stay back and lead them. Arlo wouldn't give in to their request. According to him, he made a promise to my mother to free me from the shackles that being born as royalty put on me. He vowed to rescue me from the p
MESSIAH JORDY’S POV The interrogation hall was crowded, awaiting my entry. All the elders of the pack were present. All the sentinels, all the higher-ranked individuals, and a few representatives for the masses. Literally every single person that contributed to the growth of this Pack was present, and I was having almost a panic attack going out there. Again, I looked down at my outfit, teary-eyed anew by it. When Arlo and Jamal had planned on taking over the pack, and when I suggested helping them out, I just wanted to give them ideas and have the satisfaction of knowing that they cut off Luther’s minions and successfully handed him to the elders to be punished by the law. I wasn’t really dreaming to be part of it. I just wanted to experience it. But then, I had the shock of my life when Gamma Micah and a few elders came to see me at Arlo’s Pack. They told me about Luther being captured and made the most unbelievable offer of me, being the one to interrogate and punish hi
Third person’s POV Luther studied his son wondering how he managed to birth such a useless weakling. His mother wasn’t always weak. Maybe it was his relationship with those bastards; Jordy, Zach and Zoey that made him this way. Evil communication really does corrupt good manners. ‘Cause he was sure he didn’t raise his only child this way and he had to let him know. “No, son. No matter how deeply and intently I think about it, I don’t feel sorry for the things I did to get here. They were necessary, they had to be done.” He deadpanned. “And I don’t need you as a son or as a family anymore. Not when I’m on the verge of getting myself a new family. A new heir. One who’d be brave enough to be on my side, regardless. Not a fickle guy like you.” Jamal could hear the deafening sound of his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He’ll never get an apology. His father will never feel sorry. He better stop dreaming about it. Alongside the noises he heard were the faint grunting sou
THIRD PERSON'S POV “What are you doing here?” Luther had displeasure in his voice as he got down the stairs. His servants had interrupted his hot fuck with one of the girls his men captured. He was just about to hit another orgasm when they rudely interrupted him, telling him of some important visitor and how his attention was needed. He'd been angry about someone visiting him at this late hour. Angrier about them ruining his fun. But then again, they said it was someone important and he'd thought it was one of his assassins. Or someone really important. He hadn't expected it to be his worthless son. Seeing Jamal instantly plunged him in a crappy mood and he wanted nothing but to chop off the heads of all the maids who'd come to call him. “Hello, Father.” Jamal greeted blandly, hands in his pocket trying to look really at ease so as not to give his Father something to suspect. “Father?” Luther scoffed. “The last time I checked, you said you disowned me as your Fa
THIRD PERSON'S POV “Father,” Zach was up on his feet, staring nervously at the frail figure of his father, Gamma Micah, as he got down the stairs. Gamma Micah was dressed in loose pants and a loose shirt that was definitely his sleeping outfit. His eyes were groggy and his face had heavy traces of sleep stained on them. He looked every bit unamused by having his sleep cut short by a sudden mind-link from his son. “What's the problem, son? Why do you want to speak to me in the middle of the night?” “I’m sorry about the disturbance, Father. It's just…” “Are you okay? Did something happen to you?” Gamma Micah questioned, going closer to do a quick scrutiny of him. Zach stopped him with a smile. A sad smile. “I'm fine, Father.” Ever since Zoey's death, his father has become more agitated, more paranoid, and extra concerned about him. It should be a nice thing, the extra concern would have been soothing if it didn't have trauma written all over it. Zoey's demise
Messiah Jordy’s POV “Uh, let's continue.” Jamal cleared off an unfamiliar crankiness in his voice as his fingers moved to the map again. I looked at it and was partly stunned to see it was a map of our pack. A vivid map that showed every route that led in and out of our Pack. “Confronting my father head-on isn't ideal. He's way too vicious now and would never back down. Regardless of how bloody the fight gets. And if the fight does get bloody, the casualties would be the poor members of our Pack. I don't want that…” “Yeah, me neither.” I chipped in, shuddering at the thought. “Whatever you guys are planning, please don't risk the safety of my people..” My people…I already got the words out before I realized. Were they still my people? Luther was already in control of my Pack. Could I still boldly call them my people? “Don’t worry, Jordy. I do not plan on hurting your people. I swear it.” Arlo smiled, giving my hand a warm squeeze. I smiled, feeling calmer. “So how
MESSIAH JORDY’S POV Waking up alone in the bedroom had been slightly terrifying, but I forced myself to take a deep breath and not panic. This wasn’t my Pack. This was Arlo’s kingdom. This was his house and I could never get hurt here. My eyes were heavy and my bones were sore. How long did I sleep? Glancing at the clock and realizing it was morning made me go through a quick mental count and realize that I must have slept all through yesterday. Because the last time I was awake, it was dawn, and I’d started wailing again. Arlo was there holding me back, trying his hardest to calm me but that had been impossible. I only felt a weird sense of calmness when the syringe pierced into my skin again. He sedated me again. I must have fallen asleep right at that moment and stayed asleep all day until now. Unlike every other time I regained consciousness, I didn't really feel like wailing again. More like, I was too exhausted to. With a groan, I slowly stepped down from the bed
KING ARLO’S POV “Goodnight, man.” Slauson patted my shoulders as we met on the stairs. He was going to bed while I was going downstairs to the kitchen to grab myself a bottle of water. “Goodnight,” I replied, jogging down the remaining staircases and taking a turn in the hall that led me into the pitch-dark kitchen. My hands went to the switch and I flicked it on. I turned and was slightly stunned by the figure who was seemingly brooding in the darkness that I got rid of when I turned on the light. Jamal. Earlier, he was sitting in the living room alone. And now, he’s here, with a can of beer in his hand and his eyes looking rather too heavy. He looked at me and leaned up, gesturing at the can of beer. “I needed a drink and I got this from the refrigerator. I’m sorry if I overstepped my bounds.” One, it was the first time he was being polite to me, and it weirdly made my heart flutter. “Nah, it’s fine. Go ahead.” I opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of wat
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