THIRD PERSON'S POV Jamal exhaled wearily as his mother lay down on the king-sized bed. They were back to their apartment, the one where he shared with just his mother. It's been a hectic day. Emotionally traumatizing too. For him. And for her. After his father, Luther, had taken her away from him and forced him into a car to be sent out of the Pack, Jamal fell deep in despair. The agonizing thought of never seeing his mother again had him bawling his eyes out. But out of the blue, a car crashed into theirs, taking them off the road and the driver lost control of the wheel, so they crashed into a tree. While everyone groaned in pain, Jamal managed to be the first to get out of the car, unscathed. And there was Zach, awaiting him. Turns out Zach had seen them dragging him into the car and had followed since then. He'd crashed into their car and created the accident. Jamal had never been so thankful to see Zach and they shared a brief but emotional hug. When the men
Trigger warning; This episode contains brutality, violence and bloodshed. MESSIAH JORDY'S POV The rusty and wretched smell of this dungeon was gorging out more tears from my already wearied and puffy eyes. Curled up like a ball in a corner, I was every shade scared, sunk in despair, and shaky. It's been two days since I got locked up in here. Not just me, but Mother and Father. Luther had us locked up in the filthiest cage and the most isolated part of the dungeon. He had his men drag Father in here too, regardless of how sick he was. He ordered the few guards standing outside our cage never to talk to us. We haven't had food or water for the last two days. And as much as I wasn't very bothered by it, Father needed water to clear his sickly hoarse voice. He needed food too. He's barely breathing now because of how exhausted and weak he was. Mother had his head resting on her leg, while she played with his gray hair locks. She was crying but at least she had him, so th
KING ARLO'S POV My endless pacing would certainly wear off the grounds but I couldn't bring myself to stand at a spot. I was jittery to my bones impatient as fuck and nervous as hell. There was no downplaying it, probably because the air itself was tense. Everyone present in the room with me was as nervous as I was. So how could I ease up? “What's taking him so damn long?” I groaned frustratedly, slumping on the couch with a strained sigh. “I know, right? He should be here already,” Ivan said, looking just as agitated as I was. “Maybe he got caught?” Slauson added. I spared him a glance, hating just how terrifying that sounded. “I hope not,” I quietly added. When I left Jordy's pack, I had to take Slauson along. Luther was going to arrest him and charge Jordy for bringing a human into their Pack, thereby punishing her for that too. I couldn't let that happen so I brought him here to my kingdom. It was the only way I could save her from one more reason to get pu
KING ARLO'S POV “Yes, you did. You managed to convince me to leave this Pack that day with shallow and measly threats of me not being a part of this Pack and not having any rights to get involved.” “So what the hell are you doing here?” Luther growled. “Well, you see, I'm here to get involved,” I said, standing toe to toe with him, looking him cold in the eyes. “Not as Jordy's mate. But as your sworn enemy. As the man who's going to do everything to see you crumble.” His jaw clenched. “Do you have any idea that you're in my Pack, in my territory, and I can have my men hurt you for your blatant show of animosity?!” “Oh, please do.” I snorted out a chuckle. “That way, my men will have a reason to invade this Pack and tear you into pieces. Snatch this Pack right out of your darn claws. They can't do it on a normal day because it's against the law. But they sure as hell can do it if their King gets hurt. You know we Lycans take revenge very dearly.” Luther might be all gu
KING ARLO'S POV Luther was hell-bent on making me leave already. He seemed ready to go physical on me if I opposed it. Clearly, he was spiteful because of the few punches I gave him earlier. “Get out, Arlo. Visiting hours are over.” He pointed to the door. Jordy grabbed my shirt, as tears fell heavily from her eyes. “Please…don't leave me…” I had no plans of leaving, especially after hearing those words from her. Luther isn't getting rid of me yet. He'd need the whole world to help him get me out of here. “I'm not leaving. Not yet.” My tone was challenging. Pushing his last nerve; goading him to do whatever it was he wanted to do. But I wasn't leaving. Jordy needed me here. “Get out, or I'll be forced to ask my men to drag you out.” He reiterated beastly. “You've seen your wretched mate. You've had your disgusting little makeout. What else do you want to do?” “Stay the night with me, please,” Jordy whispered, still latching on to my shirt. Stay the night? Sure. H
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV I woke up to only Arlo in the cage. He seemed to be waiting for me to wake up. Or maybe he was the one who woke me up. Because he was smiling at me. His presence was more than comforting, no wonder I slept peacefully even though there was nothing peaceful about my life and hunger was dealing treacherously with me. “Morning,” his rich baritone was music to my ears. I've missed it so much. He kissed my forehead, and I flashed him a wholesome smile. “Good morning.” I looked behind him and there was no sign of Mother. “Where did Mother go?” “Your Mother's fine. I got news for you though.” He smiled, it wasn't a wholesome smile. But it still made my heart flutter just like everything else he does. “What is it?” “You're free to go.” The words were too unreal and I was pale for seconds, forcing them to make sense. “Go where?” “Go home. We're leaving together.” He was smiling. I should be smiling too. Scratch that, I should be leaping for joy. But
KING ARLO’S POV Staring at Jordy while she stirred in her sleep got my heart racing at the thought that she was trying to wake up. As much as I wanted to talk to her and hear her soothing voice, I still dreaded the thought of her waking up and going hysterical on me again. It’s been four days since her mother’s execution. I had to take her home with me as there wasn’t any reason to let her stay back in her pack. Luther was already in control and Jordy would only find it harder to fight her misery if she stayed there. So yeah, I brought her to my Pack, hoping the new environment would help her heal even quicker but that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Experiencing her mother’s death traumatized her. She’s been having countless nightmares and then she wakes up wailing and shrieking. Sometimes, during the day, she breaks down into tears and goes berserk. I tried never to let her be alone so she doesn’t have to get into her thoughts: I’ve tried giving her endless words of
KING ARLO’S POV He has always been one hell of an arrogant and audacious bastard who gets on all my nerves and that’s been one of the reasons why I never liked him. That, and the fact that he’s Luther’s son. “You want to help me bring down your father?” I spelled the words, just so we were clear, and he knew exactly what he was getting himself into. “I want to give you everything you need to destroy him completely.” He replied, eyes tight with spite and every word having a venomous effect. I was slightly taken aback and then I glanced at Ivan and Slauson. They both seemed twice as shocked, and there was the extra fear in their eyes. Jamal might be young, but he had the dark aura that hovered around the Beaconsfield men. If he ever decides to become a tyrant like his father, he would be more terrifying and vicious. He’s just got that intense dark glow that literally puts you on guard and you want to defend yourself instantly, even before he strikes. But on the contrary
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