KING ARLO'S POV Low vibrations wafted through the walls and seeped in arousing moans. I was listening to her every move with the vibrator, the shallow moans when she hit orgasms, the sleek sound when she slid her fingers into her pussy. The low popping sound when she pulls them out and licks them up. I diligently picked up every sound that was coming from Jordy's room. It made me restless. I was up and pacing my room, which was right next to hers. After our fight, I opted to share different rooms. She obliged and we had been that way for days. It was one of the most difficult decisions I've ever made. And dear goddess, I do miss her! But I couldn’t undo what was already done. I couldn’t demand her now. No matter how badly and relentlessly my cock was struggling in my pants. I had to lock up the urge to burst into her room, scoop her into my arms and force her to feel every inch of my ravenous cock. For the first time with her, I had to be the man of my word and stand my ground
KING ARLO'S POV The soft, soothing sound of the morning breeze and the chirping birds were nice background noises, and it kept me relaxed for a while. I spent all night lost in agonizing thoughts, and I felt insufferable eye-bags underneath my eyes. My nerves were weak, and my head was throbbing. But it was nothing compared to the aching in my heart. It wouldn't go away. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I would be alright, and Jordy wasn't the only thing that mattered to me, so I shouldn't feel so sick because we're fighting, it didn't work. The pain still lingered like my heart was being sliced up into tiny, unrecognizable pieces. Rejecting to fuck her last night was one of the reasons I was feeling like shit at the moment. Right after she left, I had the most stubborn boner ever, and it wouldn't go away. It was the most uncomfortable shit, and it was glaring through my pants right now. I think it's fucking unfair that not just my heart was suffering fro
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV With his warm breath caressing my nape and his cock teasing my ass mercilessly, I was tempted to say every bit of the words lingering on my lips. Fighting with him had been draining for me, if I was being honest. Watching us drift away had been heart-wrenching, but I had no idea how to fix us. Arlo will always have a special place in my heart, but so will my friends. Zachary, Zoey, and Jamal — were my definition of childhood and teenagehood. I crawled on all fours with them and created never-fading memories with them. It wasn't so easy to ditch them because of whatever harm they might cause me. I might be silly, naive, and clueless, but I was finding it hard to completely let go of them. No matter how much fate was drifting me away from them. With Jamal, it was understandable. I mean, Luther was scheming against my parents and me, and Jamal was his son and might have sided with him at some point. And he had also rejected me as his mate. So yeah, keeping m
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV The room was cozy and illuminated with blue rays of light. Mother and father shared a double couch and rested on each other's shoulders, with their fingers intertwined like the typical lovebirds they were. Arlo and I sat on separate couches. I couldn't afford any bit of proximity to him, not after what just happened in the garden. He didn't seem like he wanted to be close to me, either. He was wearing a cold scowl, spiked with a little warm smile for my parents. But he did his best not to glance my way, and I tried to keep my gaze from darting to his mesmerizing physique. The silence was beginning to feel awkward. But then, Arlo broke it by clearing his throat and saying, "I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, Alpha Hillary, Luna Cora. Believe me; I wouldn't be bothering you both if it wasn't very important," He bowed slightly, in a manner that showed courtesy. "Don't worry about it, Arlo. You're always welcome to have a chit-chat with me and my mat
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Mind telling me why you're still moving around dressed like that?" Luther questioned, just as the door opened and his son walked in. Jamal ignored him and headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. He just ran a couple of miles this morning, and he was feeling dehydrated. The towel around his neck was soaked with his sweat. And so was his sweater and pants. He needed a thorough bath. He returned to the living room with the water, and Luther's gaze was still on him like he was waiting for an answer. "What?" Jamal shrugged. "I can't move around in this house anymore?" "Don't play smart with me, son. You're supposed to be on the road with Zach, heading for your competition," "I'm not leaving. Not today," Jamal replied, chugging down the remaining water. "Mother is on her way back here. I have to stick around to welcome her," "We have servants for that. You don't have to cancel your trip," "Father, I didn't 'cancel' my trip. I postponed it. There
THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther paced the Luxury vinyl flooring of the hotel. Glancing at his wristwatch again, he let out a furious cuss. What the hell was taking her so long? He was clear enough when he asked her to get here before he did. But he'd been here for thirty minutes now and she was still a no-show. There was no way she could have changed her mind about coming. She wouldn't do something that stupid and irrational. He would crush her for it, she knew that much. He sat down on the king-sized bed, tapping his feet repeatedly, and intertwining his hands. Goddess help her if she eventually doesn't show up. The low ring of the bell got him springing to his feet and going for the door. He had texted her the room number the minute he booked it. So it better be her at the door. He turned the doorknob, and the door opened slightly but grew wider when he saw it was her. She was dressed in a skimpy, blue gown, with a lacy design around her cleavage, showing a bit of it. Her litt
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Father!" Jamal was shouting as soon as he got inside the house. He took his coat and hung it on the rack, heading to the living room. It was empty. "Father!" Jamal yelled again, running up the stairs. He bumped into a servant who quickly apologized. But he barely heard her. "Where's my father?" "Master Jamal," She bowed. "The master isn't home yet.". "What?" Jamal was slightly surprised. "Where did he go?" "Forgive me, Master Jamal. But I don't —" "Son." Luther cut her off, joining them in the hallway. "Get out." He ordered in a hoarse voice and the servant bowed again and ran off. "Father. Where did you go?" Jamal asked, taking notice of his weird outfit. It wasn't exactly weird, it was just different. Classy. A bad-boy all-black outfit trend. His father never really wore classy attires. He had always been more of a traditional man. And he sure as hell has never drenched himself in this much cologne. Did he empty a whole bottle on himself? "Out,
THIRD PERSON'S POV Alpha Hillary had barely settled in his bed, in his private quarters when the door flew open, with a loud thud. Everyone was startled by the sound but then it was only Luther, making a very 'rude' entrance. The servants bowed in greeting to him, cowering away from his sight and moving over to the farther end of the room. "Alpha." He bowed, but there was a slight trembling of his limbs and his face was contorted in an immense fury. "Luther. Is there a problem? Why would you make such a disrespectful entrance?!" Alpha Hillary scolded, slightly sitting up on the bed, with the help of his Luna. "I'm sorry." Luther apologized with a bow, but heaven knew he wasn't a bit sorry for shit. If he could have it his way, he would bash Alpha Hillary's head in. That was how fucking pissed he was at the moment. "You should be." Luna Cora cut in, with a frown. "Whatever it is you have to say, it could never excuse your rudeness." "Again, I'm sorry," Luther said, with
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