KING ARLO'S POVI chased after the spy but the damned creep had such quick legs and good knowledge about the area than I did. His tricky maneuver into small routes gave me a hard time catching him. Still, I was never giving up on the chase.We ran through sidewalks and alleys and fences and buildings. He wouldn't stop running, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop chasing. We got a lot of speculators, and he bumped into a lot of people and stuff, but he didn't seem to mind. I, on the other hand, avoided creating any mayhem as I raced after him. It got really crazy when he ran into busy traffic, causing cars to screech off lanes and almost causing an accident. That was when I realized I was after one hell of a crack. I was getting rather too damned pissed having to chase him around the pack. When we got to another alley, and he was heading to hop over another gate, I did what I had to do. My powers were strictly for my pack affairs and Important matters. But what could be more imp
THIRD PERSON'S POVJamal let out a struggling breath as Arlo's hand tightened around his neck. He tried taking his hand off, but Arlo's grip was made out of steel. Impossible to get it off his neck."What the hell are you doing? Put my son down right now!" Luther yelled. His eyes flickered from how unnerved the situation was making him feel."I will, right after I've choked the last breath out of his body!" Arlo threatened, tightening his grip. He wasn't exactly sure if he could really carry out his threat of killing Jamal. Despite how much he hated Luther and everything related to him, he had to remember that Jordy had a bit of a soft spot for Jamal. Killing him would be putting her in a lot of pain. And that was one thing he'd never do to her.But the threat was necessary to make Luther reflect on his wrongs and realize that he wasn't someone he could trifle with and get away with it."Put Jamal down right now!" Luther raved, trembling from the tide of rage that enveloped his body.
THIRD PERSON'S POVStanding on her balcony, Zoey was restless. She'd been pacing for almost an hour and there was no stopping. Not when she was feeling super agitated and anxious. After the abrupt end of the call, she couldn't get in touch with her spy.She's been redialing his number but he wasn't picking it up. She had to know what happened to him. She had to know if she was safe or not. She had to know if Jordy already found out about her schemes. She had to know if that idiot was dead or not. She had to know if King Arlo would file for a trial, 'cause he found out about her plans. She had to know if she was going to spend the night here in their mansion or the dungeon. There were a lot of things she badly needed to know.She needed a lot of answers. Her mind was jumbled with thoughts and there was no downplaying how scared she was. If Jordy and King Arlo found out about her, she would be disgraced and stripped of her nobility. She would be imprisoned and become like one of those d
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Pass me the salt, please." Gamma Micah demanded, halfway into his plate of pasta. Zach reached for the salt, just the same time as Zoey did. They both grabbed it, but Zach was quick to take his hands off. The back of his hand had brushed against Zoey's, and he discreetly rubbed it off on his pants. A gesture Zoey didn't miss. She gulped down her discomfort and stretched the salt to her father."Thank you." Gamma Micah muttered. He went on to sprinkle a bit on his food. Then placed the salt next to his plate.Zach fixed his eyes on his plate, refusing to look up. Zoey was right opposite him, and the last thing he wanted was to look into her eyes. Her emerald eyes were glistening with dirty little secrets. They made his heart race. They made him uneasy and left him wondering just what she's gotten herself involved in.Her emerald eyes which used to be the most enchanting thing about her were now haunting him like a ghost. They now left him with goosebumps and a mil
THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey walked past the quiet lounge and headed for the elevator. She adjusted her hood twice and her dark shades too. She couldn't risk being noticed. That'll be the end of her.Just a while ago, she'd gotten a text from the thug. He'd sounded so deranged and had left her a long line of threats if she didn't come to meet him. She thought of calling his bluff, but that was too much of a risk. The guy was a lunatic. Daring him into carrying out his crazy threats could lead to an irreparable catastrophe. A fucking risk she could never take.She thought of paying him off, instead of letting him fuck her. She could be a lover of dicks, but there was a status requirement, and that lunatic doesn't meet that. She could never go down on him. Not even with a gun to her head. So yeah, paying him off was the better way out of this mess.When she'd returned to the dining table, she had a more peaceful breakfast with her Father. She fed him more lies about her beef with Zach, and h
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach rang the doorbell again, stomping his foot on the threshold, with his hands tucked inside his pockets. His hairy coat teased his nape as the soft breeze blew through it. He was going to ring the doorbell again when the door was thrown open. He smiled at the female and walked into the house. "Jamal?" He demanded, glancing around the house which oozed solitude. It felt as if no one was home. But then, Jamal's house always has this aura of solitude. So it was nothing new. "In the backyard, Master." She bowed. "Thank you." Zach headed to the backyard and there was Jamal. He slowed in his steps, taking in the sight in front of him. Jamal sat on one of the lounge chairs, with a headphone on his ears, skimming through a book. Zach recognized it to be one of those ancient history books Jamal loved a lot. And on the table was a cocktail and he took sips from it, but never took his gaze off the book. The moment felt awfully familiar and Zach was hit with a wave of
KING ARLO'S POV"Fuck!!" Jordy screamed out her lungs as she creampied in my arms. The slimy, whitish substance slid down and dripped on the sheets. Her hands were wrapped around my neck and her face was buried in my shoulder. She was trembling from her orgasm."That was incredible." I groaned out, leaving kisses on her nipples and up to her cheek. "You're incredible, love."She couldn't say a word, probably because she was still trying to catch her breath. I had to wait till the pleasure ebbed before I could expect her to say any coherent words.It was the fifth time we were making love this morning, and every time we climaxed, it always felt… surreal. Fresh feelings of ecstasy came with each climax. This time, I thought I was twirling in the galaxies, reaching out to grab a star. That was how good she rode my dick, and how much I loved it.The duvet was loosely around our waists, and the bed had creaked so badly from our movements that I feared it would break into two. Good thing it
THIRD PERSON'S POV"I'm sorry, but I can't hang out tonight. I'm tired and I want to go to bed early." Zoey said and gave a fake yawn. Just to add a dramatic effect to her lies.She was on the phone with one of her friends and they were inviting her for a girls' night out in the famous nightclub for kids from rich families. Kids like her. Of course, she would have loved to go. She'd give anything for some shots of whiskey and spending the night on the bed of some rich, hot stranger. But tonight, she couldn't go. Not when she'd been avoiding the outdoors for fear of running into Luther or his spy.Ever since her spy lied to King Arlo about who sent him, she'd been avoiding Luther's calls. Surely, meeting him will be a nightmare because he just might throttle her. So staying locked up was the better option. Even though it might affect her social life."I spent the whole day taking care of something and I need to rest right now." She continued with her lies. She didn't do a thing today.
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