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
Messiah Jordy I cannot say I was very pleased by the lycan king's refusal to help me. As a matter of fact, I was far from pleased. My face contorted into a frown as I narrowed my eyes and pulled away from his embrace. I did not want him to hold me, or so much as touch me - not when he was not willing to be of help to me. I sniffed in my tears and wiped my eyes with the back of my hands. I blinked sporadically to force the rest of my tears in. When I was sure I had cried to my fill, I looked away from him and sucked in a deep breath. All the while, he continued to stare at me, not saying even a single word. "I must return to my pack," I started to speak. "It's late now, Jordy. I cannot possibly allow you..." "First thing tomorrow morning." I cut in, throwing him a stern glare. He heaved a sigh and started to move away from me. "Why so stubborn, Messiah Jordy?" "Am I now stubborn because I intend to return to my land?" I fired back, arching my right brow even higher than his was.
Messiah Jordy I could not take my eyes off the mirror I stood in front of. As I unwrapped the clothes I had used to press my full chest back into my bones, tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. Yes, I know you are most definitely tired of seeing me cry, frankly, so am I. But there was only little I could do in my present situation. My baby had insisted on staying, not that I knew why. Why did he or she insist on coming into a world that was going to skin it alive if it so much as reared its head from my stomach? What could I possibly do to protect him or her? I did not even know if I was carrying a boy or a girl, or if it made any difference. Was it going to make anyone love me any more, or hate me any less? The lycan king had said that both male and female were equal in his land, yet I could not trust his words enough. I had to find my way out of this situation, for the child and by myself. And at the moment, there was only one way to keep everyone safe; by running away.
Messiah Jordy The train got to Valley Town at exactly thirty minutes past eight that morning, but that was not the end of my journey, not at all. If anything, it was the beginning. I alighted from the train, grateful to be free from the mother and her child who reminded me too much about my situation. I walked briskly towards the ticket station and boarded the next train for a place they called Hemingsburg. I did not know where that was, I did not know what happened there, but I knew my ticket was the last available one, and the train was leaving in ten minutes. I got myself croissants and spring rolls for breakfast, seeing as I was about to embark on a six hour journey with no stops. In exactly ten minutes, my fellow passengers and I were called to begin to board the train, which we did. I was seated by the window once more, the view was therapeutic. This time, it was a lady who sat by my side, and she had headphones on throughout the journey. I did not bother to initiate a
Messiah Jordy I stayed indoors throughout my first day in New Haven. I took my time to watch their TV shows, watch their weather and traffic from my balcony. I sat down in my pyjamas for most of the day as I watched people come and go, go and come, shops open and people flock in and out. There was this coffee shop right across the road that caught my eyes. The place did seem fascinating and interesting. I had time to sink in my thoughts and plan. I was living on my own, there would be no food, money, or clothing from my parents, not even for medical care. I dared not reach out to them, because they would know where I was and what I had done. Then, the whole purpose for running would have been awfully defeated. No. I shook my head when the fleeting thought crossed my mind. I had worked far too hard to return to where I was coming from, far too hard. Here I was going to start a new life for myself. And to survive in my new life, I needed to have a job, a place to live, and food
Messiah Jordy I was excited to know that I had gotten the job in Slauson's cafe, but as a waitress. My job description did not matter at that point. All that mattered was that I was proud of myself for what I had done, for what I had achieved. It was such a little feat to some, but as I listened to him give me my warming directions, I shifted in my chair while my heart continued to swell with pride. I fought back my tears and my right hand subconsciously rubbed my stomach. Everything that I had done in the past few months was solely for the child in my stomach, and for my family. I found it shocking how I had never seen myself having a job of my own back in my pack. But now, it felt like I was in a whole new world. To be fair, it really was a whole new world. Back at my pack, a man of Slauson's age would be tending to the family business, or fighting hard to get his father's attention and a good share of the property. He would be an only child with responsibilities to his lineage -
Messiah Jordy I should have just stuck with meat, or chopped liver and lamb, I thought to myself as I poured my guts into the toilet bowl through vomit. I had been seeing the meal on the menu for sometime now, and I decided to try it for dinner that night. I sensed danger the moment my stomach and throat both seemed to disagree with the smell of the food, but once I opened it and saw how deliciously everything was arranged, I wanted to gulp the entire bowl at once. My appetite returned with full force, and I felt a fast surge of hunger sweep through me. I worked my way through the soup like a glutton. I enjoyed the spiciness, the softness of every protein that adorned the bowl of soup in front of me. But it not only adorned, it added flavour, thickness and taste. By the goddess, I was so happy, I could feel the baby in my stomach start to dance. It was the best thing I had tasted in a while, I could swear on it. Sea food had never been so intriguing for me. But that was, of course
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