MESSIAH JORDY'S POVI got roughly dragged into the interrogation room and tossed to the ground with the shackles still around my hands.“Ouch,“ A groan left me as my ribs rubbed against the floor. Did they really have to be so brutal?“Careful!” Arlo's voice came up, and in the next second, a hand was stretched out to me.I looked up and was met with a soothing smile on his face. Slowly, I took his hand and he helped me to my feet.“Chin up. Put on a little smile. You'll be fine," He whispered into my ears, rubbing his fingers softly on my cheek.I nodded, forcing out a small smile. He rubbed my arms like he was trying to pass a little bit of strength from himself to me.“Enough of this lovey-dovey shit, okay? We came here for something more important,” Luther snapped at us.Arlo flashed him a murder look but with a fake grin, “Does it annoy you? Then go get your mate and get all lovey-dovey with her. That's better than being a hater."Arlo's comeback was rather deep and callous, and
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVThe sun's rays beamed on my face, causing me to stir in my sleepy state. I placed a pillow on my face, keeping the light away. I shut my eyes to get more sleep but the overwhelming masculine scent that filled the room chased away whatever sleep lingering in my eyes.I turned around and there he was, in all his sexiness and masculinity.King Arlo, the most ruthless Lycan, my overprotective mate and the one who saved me yesterday from Luther.He looked peaceful in his sleep, and the silver locks of his hair fell to his eyes, giving him an intense sex appeal.He was bare-chested, and the light hairs covering his chest were calling out to me. I bit my lower lips, trying to rid myself of the lewd thoughts flooding my mind. I looked away, forcing myself to shut out his scent and the image of him. But it was impossible.After a few minutes of struggling, I turned to him again, giving in to the urge to run my fingers on his chest hairs.His body twitched slightly at my t
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV“Take me," His voice shook with lust, and his hand gripped a handful of my hair as he wiggled his huge dick in my face.I was on my knees, naked and damn horny. The sight of his dick did nothing but arouse me even more. It was huge, like this-might-destroy-my-pussy huge. I couldn't believe he once fucked me. Back then, I would have freaked out if I was in my right State of mind when we fucked.But I was different now. And though my heart was racing, I still retained composure and watered my lips with my saliva, ready to take him."Fuck! You're wet for me baby."I managed a nervous smile and my clammy hands went around his shaft. Oh, goddess, I gasped, feeling it. It was warm and hungry. The way it reacted to my touch got me psyched."I think he loves you," Arlo smirked, rocking his hips forward.I giggled. "Guess so," then I took a deep breath, and here goes nothing.Slowly, I guided his dick inside my mouth, and a sudden jerk of his hand on my hair got the whole s
THIRD PERSON'S POVThe stench of sweaty bodies and painful grunts filled the sparse gym of the pack.The last whistle went off and the sparring werewolves let go of each other. They were all in their human forms, and at the whistle, more than half of them fell to the ground, panting heavily."Okay, guys, that's enough practice for today!" Zach yelled, standing in front of them. "We meet again tomorrow. And don't forget to bring your A-game with you. Y'all botched your moves today, like some ten-years-old."Murmurings erupted in the hall, and in turns, they all left, grabbing their stuff on the way out.Zach grabbed his stuff and was on his way out when he glanced to the side. "Fuck, dude. I almost forgot you were still here," Zach said, heading to where he sat."I don't blame you," Jamal sighed, stretching out a bit. Then he looked around, "the guys already left?""You didn't even notice them leaving?" Zach scoffed, putting down his bag and joining him on the floor. "Yeah, guess I w
THIRD PERSON'S POVSlauson watched from the counter as the last worker turned the sign to 'CLOSED' before heading out of the cafe.He let out a sigh and walked around, shutting the small door to the counter. His little office beckoned to him as he was getting closer to it.He got in, turned on the blue lights, and took off his apron, tossing it to the side. He plumped in his swivel chair, letting out another frustrated sigh.He checked the time on his phone. It was 9 pm. On other days, he would be hurrying home to go see his boy. But today, he was in his feelings. There was something about today that had him in a knot and got his heart bleeding again.He shut his eyes, trying to recall what it was. Funny, but it was a whole lot of things.It was the teenage girl who'd walked in, with her auburn hair just like MJ's. The way she flipped it got him lost in stares. And when she laughed over something she was reading on her phone, it sounded a whole lot like MJ.And then there was the woma
THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey got out of her car, taking in the familiar exterior decor of Jamal's mansion. She slammed the door shut, adjusted the strap of her small bag on her shoulder, and walked to the front door.She rang the doorbell just once before she got ushered in. She dismissed the Omega with a wave of her hand.Her stiletto three-inches heel made a clicking sound with the tiled floor as she made her way up the stairs.Jamal hadn't picked up when she called so she decided to visit instead. She got to his door and was going to turn the doorknob when she heard indistinct yells."Who's that?" She mumbled to herself, stepping away from the door. The voice came again, a bit louder this time.Her brows furrowed as she recognized the voice. It was Jamal's father. It was Beta Luther's. But he sounded almost unrecognizable. She'd never heard him speak in so much wrath and haughtiness.Curious as hell, she found herself going closer to the voice. Something about his tone was pulling her i
KING ARLO'S POVI let out another exasperated sigh, slamming shut the laptop I was working on. I leaned back on my chair with a sigh, shutting my eyes briefly."Arlo," My gaze went to the door and I felt a bit of my agony slip away as my Beta-slash-best friend walked in. "Ivan, dude. Thanks for coming on such short notice," We bumped fists and he sat on the chair facing mine."You sounded too serious. And I was literally doing nothing, so here I am," He tugged at his coat, placing a leg over the other."Still, thank you. I know it's been a while since we sat and talked like this. I've been so caught up on so many things that I barely even got time for myself.""I would say it's fine, but I did feel a bit ignored. Not gonna lie.""I'm sorry," "But then that's how it is when you find your mate, right? They become the center of your existence. How magical," Ivan made a fake glee with a shudder.I let out a throaty laugh, rubbing my temples slightly. "You still on about this?""About w
KING ARLO'S POVI felt her pale and the next second, the plates slipped out of her grip and shattered to pieces."Fuck, Jordy!" I stepped away and she did too. Almost immediately, she went down to her feet to grab the broken parts. "Don't touch–"But she already did. And a little broken part smoothly slit her finger and blood oozed out of the wound."What the fuck are you doing?" I rasped, picking her up from the mess.She was shaking like she'd been hit by a hurricane. Her lips were a quivering disaster and all I could do was hold her arms."What's gotten over you?" I asked, leading her to the sink. She washed off the blood and I held her in place for her to calm down a bit.I hate to think this mad reaction was from my question because I just might not push through with it anymore. But then, I was always going to be left with unanswered questions and churning thoughts. I was always going to create crazy scenarios in my head about what might have happened to our child. I would alway
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