Jamal Beaconsfield POV I watched helplessly as Jordy ran out of the woods with a speed that was shocking even to me. I couldn't blame him for running away from me in that manner. After all, I had just rejected him and the strange man behind me had called him his mate. How did that even work? I mean, I had heard several times of people being mated to two people at a time, but I had never seen it play out in front of me until now. I wanted to run after him, just to make sure that he was okay. No matter what had happened, no matter what was bound to happen, Messiah Jordy was still my best friend, and he would always continue to be. After sometime, when the strange man had disappeared into the woods as well, I went out I search of Jordy. I thought that the first place he would have gone to hide would be our little secret hideout not so far from the lake. But when I got there, Jordy was nowhere to be found. I waited around for a while and used the opportunity to look around the area. I s
Arlo Caddel My eyelids parted - much to my disdain - as I turned on my back and stared at the wall by my side. The walls were unpainted, mere brick, I sniffed in dust and cement by accident and sprang up when my nostrils twitched. I let out a loud sneeze before I looked down at my body. I was naked, butt naked. The back of my head hurt badly and I stretched my hand to massage it. I was going to experience this pain for the rest of the day. My hangovers were always terrible and it was the reason I seldom drank. I ran my ten fingers down the length of my hair and looked around. I could remember vividly what brought me here. Alcohol never ruined or fogged my memory. It was one of the reasons I loved myself. During the ceremony, my wolf felt a tingling and led me to a young man who I discovered was my mate. Eager to know who he was, I followed him into the party, where he disappeared from my sight. But I found him later on and followed him to this hideout, only to see that he wasn't at
Messiah Jordy My heart continued to pound in my chest as I dashed away from the garden. I could not help but continue to ask myself how the hell he had found me. I ran up the stairs of the palace up to my room. I pushed my door open and flung myself on my bed. Tears ran down my eyes, pouring out of the heaviness in my heart and I allowed them flow. I allowed my tears to flow because I needed something to ease the pain in my heart. I needed to feel lighter, better. Other girls would have been elated to have a man as good looking as the stranger as their mate. Every other girl would have been happy to have found out she was mated to her best friend. Every other girl would have been thrilled and excited by the idea of having two mates. But not me. When it came to me, everything was different. How could I expect my life to be like the lives of other girls, when I wasn't even allowed to be a girl? My parents had always wanted something else for themselves, so they worked to make sure I
*TWO MONTHS LATER** Messiah Jordy My days had been going by faster than usual. I now spent most of my mornings feeding the pigeons, my afternoons in the palace library drowning myself in fantasy books, while I spent my evenings using my laptop and binge watching series over salty caramel popcorn. I barely had my friends come over, except for Jamal who had tried to apologize one too many times, until my mother had to express her displeasure at his presence. He no longer came around as often as he did, but he snuck into my window time and time again, and I would have to tell him I did not wish to speak to him before he left. I was so alone, my parents said they understood, but I knew for a fact that they did not. My whole life seemed to be falling apart in front of my very eyes, yet there was nothing I could do about it. When I wasn't reading or feeding my ears with music, I spent my time sulking, just imagining what life would be like if I was allowed to be my real self; a female w
Messiah Jordy The first drop of tear that ran down my left eye touched the tip of my lower lip. I licked it gently and savored the sour taste of my sorrow and bitterness in my mouth. I blinked at the test strip, frozen on my toilet seat. So many emotions rushed through me at once, I did not know which ones to act on first. Was I to scream to show my pain? Pull the strands of my hair out to show my anger? Or dig my teeth into the skin of my hands to express my bitterness? Was there a way to do all three at once. I sought for tears to cry, but my eyes were dry, I could almost feel them crack at the edges. I turned away from the strip, I could not bare to spare one more glance at it. I could not even bring myself to touch it, but I knew that I had to. If I didn't dispose of it myself, someone else was sure to find it. I couldn't risk that happening. I knew that I was not supposed to feel so numb, but my heart was empty, yet it felt heavy with the burden I was now carrying. I stretche
Messiah Jordy It was with that determination, that burning desire and growing rage in me, the feeling of my heart shattering in my chest and my entire world falling to crumbs before my feet, that I trampled on the ashes of my life and stepped out of the palace that evening. I held in my hands and hid in my pants the weapons I would use to force myself out of this world. Enough was enough. I had seen enough of the cruelty, the lies. I was tired of living my life like I had no control over it. I was tired of having fate toss me about like I was a ping pong ball, used only for it's pleasure. I had a say in what happened in my life, and tonight, I chose to end it. The dark cloud above me thickened as the seconds went by. Thunder claps filled the air. The heavy wind brew sand and dirt into my eyes, I was forced to shield my eyes with the back of my right hand. It could rain thunder and hail, but nothing could stop me from doing what I wanted to do. The world I was born in had been very
Arlo Caddel I thanked the goddess over and over again. Everytime I walked into the room my mate was kept to rest, I could not help but be filled with gratitude to the goddess. I would have lost her if it had not been for her wolf, and the strange restlessness the goddess had bestowed upon me. I was in her pack that day, something in me continued to disturb me. My wolf wanted to be close to her by all means, even though we knew she would not agree to meet with us. She seemed to want nothing to do with me, and I knew why. But that day, I hung around her pack for a while. Just while I was about to have dinner in my suite, her wolf mind-linked with mine. Yes, Axl informed my wolf, his mate, of what she had planned to do. Immediately, I sprang up from my seat and dashed out of my suite. My wolf continued to mind-link with Axl, and he gave us the directions to where she had hidden herself, to where she planned to take her life. She was half-dead when I met her. But I refused to give up
Messiah Jordy He knew? Somebody, please tell me the lycan king did not just tell me that he was aware of my pregnancy, and the fact that he knew the child was his, because he was the only man I had ever been with. As I looked him dead in the eyes, my heart continued to pound against my chest. I did not want anyone to know about my child, about me. How was he able to unravel two secrets in such a short period of time? How did he manage to see through me? It was like he had someone who gave him unsolicited information about me, and it was really starting to creep me out. His face formed into a thin smile as his bright eyes watched me closely. His silver coloured hair was packed into a lose bun on top of his head. Strands of his hair fell down the sides of his face. I saw his dark orbs glitter with amusement. I could tell he had heard the questions in my head, and I knew he was making fun off me for all them. Still, I needed the answers. What was it about me that made me so easy to re
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