MESSIAH JORDY'S POV A huge smile curved my lips as my son finally fell asleep. He was comfortably lying on the queen-size bed in my suite. His chubby figure fit the new clothes we got him. For some reason, he seemed oddly at peace here and that melted my heart. "Thank you so much." I said, turning to the woman next to me. She was one of the hotel attendants but she was elderly and had assisted me with bathing my son, feeding him, and tucking him in for the night. Arlo promised to pay her for the inconvenience, even though she insisted it was all from her heart and she just wanted to help. It was a huge relief to have her here. I wouldn't have known how to go about this. "It's no problem, Miss." She beamed at me and glanced at my son. "You have a lovely child. And it's a real pleasure for me to be able to take care of him. Even though it's just for the night." I smiled. Slowly, we left the bedroom, shutting the door. Out in the sitting room, I heaved in relief. This has
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach and Jamal walked into the crowded nightclub and lingered at the door. The place was raving with the screams and beat from the speakers. It was an orgy party with an insane amount of fucks going on. Everyone had partners and their moans synched with the beat. The scent of arousal filled the air, creating a churn in everyone who wasn't part of the craziness. It was almost deafening and for a while, the guys contemplated joining the dark fun or leaving. "Black Reeves Pack surely has the kinkiest way to celebrate the end of the competition. Look at this mess." Jamal snorted. The competition had ended today and as usual, they won again. He had topped every game, every single one of them. He was broken and sore, but he seemed to have channeled that into his skills and it gave him a mad adrenaline rush. No one came close to beating him. He was a monster out there. Zach came second in some of them and third in a few. But that didn't matter. Jamal ha
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Bro, are you alright?" Jamal patted his lap, snapping him from his thoughts. He had gone oddly silent and left everyone hanging. "Yeah. I'm… I'm good." Zach stuttered with a cracked smile. He was growing more uncomfortable, sitting longer in his seat instead of going after her. After the girl. Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead and he was almost hyperventilating. He gulped down his drink, wincing at the hard burn it gave his throat. He shouldn't have swallowed it so fast. But he wasn't himself. He broke into a muffled coughing fit, attracting quite the stares from Jamal and the other guys. But he offered an apologetic smile, repeatedly hitting his chest. His wolf was hyped and his heart was racing like in a marathon. His senses heightened. Everything seemed to have become static to him. Indistinct. Sounds were echoing in his head, instead of being clear. All he could hear were the definite sounds of her footsteps and was almost clogged by her mes
KING ARLO'S POV The royal car pulled up the drive of the Packhouse and the sentinels opened the doors. I stepped out and waited for Jordy to do the same. She had the child wrapped safely in her arms as we headed inside the building. The Omegas took out our luggage and they were being sent to our rooms. I took as much fresh air into my lungs as it could take to wash off the depressing air I had inhaled in New Haven. If we had stayed another day longer, I just would have flipped. Never again will I visit the human world. Inside the building, we headed to Jordy's parent's bedroom. They had to know we were back and also greet their grandson. Jordy glanced at me but I had to keep my eyes ahead. Couldn't do the staring thing. Not when I was in bad shape and we still weren't okay. Instead, I tried to look more neutral for when we'd get to the bedroom, which we did, a minute later. The Omegas widely opened the door and we walked in, alone. Luna Cora was sitting on a couch and Al
KING ARLO'S POV "Your Majesty." Luther called out, walking towards me in such an arrogant gait like he owned the floors. Or better still, the Packhouse. Was he here, knowing we were back or was this just a coincidence? But fuck it, with Luther, nothing is a coincidence. And you'd be a fool to let your guard down when you're around him. It looked like a normal, harmless visit. But deep down, I was growing restless. Alpha Hillary wasn't the only one who looked different in the few days of my absence. Even Luther looked very different. Not in a sickly way like Alpha Hillary. But there was this change of aura around him. It was different. Menacing. 'Outrightly' menacing. Like he wasn't trying to conceal his monster side anymore. His steps. His hooded eyes. His all-black menacing attire. The cocky smile on his face. The darkness that was creeping around his smile. I think it was safe to say that Luther had finally stopped pretending and had decided to let everyone see him f
THIRD PERSON'S POV "He's hiding something from me. I know it. I can feel it in my guts. I don't know what it is, but I have to find out. I should find out." Luther rasped with a resounding worried tone. He couldn't hold it in. Ever since his visit to the Packhouse yesterday and his brief encounter with Arlo, he couldn't help his worried feelings. All he wanted was to see the child. If he was going to kill the child off soon, he should as well know what he looked like. But Arlo wouldn't let him in. He had seemed too defensive than was normal. For a child he recently adopted, Arlo had acted way too sentimental in his defense. Like he had some intense bond with the child. That was crazy. No one would easily have such a bond with another. Except the bond was innate. Except it naturally existed. But then, that would imply a lot of things. Either Arlo was the real father of the child, and had some mistress or breeder somewhere, or Jordy…what? No, that part made no sense.
THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther walked in but there was no sign of her. Her strong scent still lingered so he figured she could be in the bathroom. Just as he thought, the bathroom door opened and she walked out. She saw him and froze, not wanting to take any more steps. The door was locked. He locked it. That reality freaked her out even more. "What— what are you doing in here?" She was panicky. And for a second, she considered running back inside the bathroom and locking herself in until he left. But he just might tear down the door if she dared to do that. He looked more feral than usual. Upsetting him would be a disastrous idea. "Now do you understand?" His guttural voice sent ripples down her spine. "You can't get away from me. You can't end what we have. And any day you try to, I'll come here. I'll pay another unexpected visit. I'll make your Father realize with a little, wild bitch you are." "Please, don't." Zoey sobbed, rubbing her hands. It was her biggest nightm
THIRD PERSON'S POV Jamal watched the mated folks dancing away on the dance floor. It was a waltz, and they were doing it with grace. Watching them was entertaining. And he would have joined in the dance if he had a partner. But again, that was funny and a little bit of a lie, because a lot of girls had asked to dance with him and he turned them down, with the repeated lie that he was here with someone and she was just outside getting some fresh air. He had started by telling them that he wasn't in the mood, but that didn't work. They all seemed to want to put him in the mood. So he took a detour and told a better lie. And it was succeeding in keeping them off him all through the night. They weren't who he would have loved to dance with. So he'd rather be left alone. It was just him and his drinks. And of course, his thoughts. The unfiltered thoughts of Jordy were crashing down the resolve he had built since he left the Pack. This was his last night in Black Reeves Pa
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