THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther paced the Luxury vinyl flooring of the hotel. Glancing at his wristwatch again, he let out a furious cuss. What the hell was taking her so long? He was clear enough when he asked her to get here before he did. But he'd been here for thirty minutes now and she was still a no-show. There was no way she could have changed her mind about coming. She wouldn't do something that stupid and irrational. He would crush her for it, she knew that much. He sat down on the king-sized bed, tapping his feet repeatedly, and intertwining his hands. Goddess help her if she eventually doesn't show up. The low ring of the bell got him springing to his feet and going for the door. He had texted her the room number the minute he booked it. So it better be her at the door. He turned the doorknob, and the door opened slightly but grew wider when he saw it was her. She was dressed in a skimpy, blue gown, with a lacy design around her cleavage, showing a bit of it. Her litt
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Father!" Jamal was shouting as soon as he got inside the house. He took his coat and hung it on the rack, heading to the living room. It was empty. "Father!" Jamal yelled again, running up the stairs. He bumped into a servant who quickly apologized. But he barely heard her. "Where's my father?" "Master Jamal," She bowed. "The master isn't home yet.". "What?" Jamal was slightly surprised. "Where did he go?" "Forgive me, Master Jamal. But I don't —" "Son." Luther cut her off, joining them in the hallway. "Get out." He ordered in a hoarse voice and the servant bowed again and ran off. "Father. Where did you go?" Jamal asked, taking notice of his weird outfit. It wasn't exactly weird, it was just different. Classy. A bad-boy all-black outfit trend. His father never really wore classy attires. He had always been more of a traditional man. And he sure as hell has never drenched himself in this much cologne. Did he empty a whole bottle on himself? "Out,
THIRD PERSON'S POV Alpha Hillary had barely settled in his bed, in his private quarters when the door flew open, with a loud thud. Everyone was startled by the sound but then it was only Luther, making a very 'rude' entrance. The servants bowed in greeting to him, cowering away from his sight and moving over to the farther end of the room. "Alpha." He bowed, but there was a slight trembling of his limbs and his face was contorted in an immense fury. "Luther. Is there a problem? Why would you make such a disrespectful entrance?!" Alpha Hillary scolded, slightly sitting up on the bed, with the help of his Luna. "I'm sorry." Luther apologized with a bow, but heaven knew he wasn't a bit sorry for shit. If he could have it his way, he would bash Alpha Hillary's head in. That was how fucking pissed he was at the moment. "You should be." Luna Cora cut in, with a frown. "Whatever it is you have to say, it could never excuse your rudeness." "Again, I'm sorry," Luther said, with
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Jamal, bro. Hey, that's enough!" Zach was struggling with taking away the drinks and keeping him seated on the couch. "What?!!!" Jamal slurred and took another chug from the bottle of martini in his hand. He was already way too drunk but he wouldn't stop drinking. "Give me that." Zach snatched the bottle away and placed it on the table. He signaled to the stripper standing at the corner to take away the drinks. "Should I get another bottle?" She asked with a sultry smile. Zach flashed her a scowl. "Have you lost your goddamn mind? Who do you plan on getting it for? Me or him?" "I'm sorry. I thought —" "You thought wrong. Take the drinks and leave. Stay gone. I'll ask for you if I need you." Zach dismissed her. She left, carrying the drinks with her. It was a private lounge and it was just him and Jamal up here. He'd gotten a call from Jamal, requesting that they hang out. It was going to be their last hang-out before they leave for the competition
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach came down the stairs alongside the servant who had his bags. He wasn't going to have breakfast, but he had to say his goodbyes to his father so he headed to the dining area. His father was munching on his plate of pancakes that Zach thought looked fucking delicious. He would have loved to sit and eat lots of them but he didn't want to share a table with Zoey. Avoiding her had been fucking easy as she's learned to keep her distance too. This time, there were no sentiments involved. He doesn't ever want to be in the same space with her again. It was that simple, and nothing would ever change that. Not even the past bond they used to have as siblings. "Son." Gamma Micah smiled proudly, getting on his feet and stretching out his arms. "Father." Zach smiled and went in for the hug, which ended with strong pats on his back. "You look ready." Gamma Micah commented, giving him thorough scrutiny with his eyes. "Thanks, Father," Zach said with a nod. "I
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV "What the fuck is that bastard doing here?" Arlo asked from behind me, just seconds after I noticed Jamal's ride. "I don't know." I shrugged, not sparing him a glance. I had all my focus on Jamal's ride, and when I noticed he was staring at me, I couldn't help but stare back. "You seem excited to see him. Might as well go over and say hi to him. Give him a little kiss or something. I don't mind." Arlo ended his taunt with a tsk. He was an annoying jerk and an outright jackass. Ever since our talk in the garden yesterday, he's been this way with me. There was no talking to him. There was no reasoning with him. And there sure as hell was no fixing things between us. "Stop it, Arlo." I said, refusing to be irritated by his words. Staring at Jamal might be a reckless thing to do at the moment, but I couldn't help it. I knew they were going to the competition. Once upon a time, I would tag along, Zoey too. Just for the hell of it. Good ol' days. But now,
THIRD PERSON'S POV "I couldn't do it." Zoey said in a rush, the second she got into the beige Lamborghini Urus waiting for her in the alley of the most remote area of the Pack. Luther had his fingers drumming on the steering and his nerves were twitching. "Couldn't or didn't want to do it?" He backfired, swinging his head in her direction. It was another day for her to look sexy as hell and subject him to hard, monstrous hard-ons. And she smelt amazing, Jesus! Just how much longer does he have to refrain from doing all the fucked-up, crazy-ass, kinky shit he was longing to do to her? "I couldn't do it." She reiterated, still nervous as hell. "King Arlo was there. He wouldn't let me talk to Jordy. I barely said hi." "Shit." Luther mumbled, slamming a hand on the steering. As much as he wanted to tag her as a liar, he knew she was telling the truth. If Arlo was really there, then there was no way she would have gotten the chance to speak to Jordy. Much less convincing h
THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther walked through the hallways with his men trolling behind him. He had a fierce look in his eyes and his nerves were twitching with every long stride he took. His black coat danced in the air as a cold breeze wafted through the windows of the hideout. He took the last stairs that led to the room where he was headed. The door was opened and he walked in, slowing his strides. His men walked in with him, lingering at the door. Luther squinted his eyes at the manhandled figure lying helplessly in the middle of the room. Going closer to him was the only way he could truly confirm the figure's identity. It was the only way he could tell that the figure was the Pack's doctor. He was brutally scathed and was barely breathing. Luther figured the man might have tried to put up a fight when he was being captured. Maybe, that was why his men dealt brutally with him, rendering him almost unrecognizable. The white suit he was wearing had taken a full dark maroon s