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
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVI watched the Omegas from my pack drag my suitcases out of the exquisite mansion Arlo lives in. There was a limo waiting for me outside the front yard and it had already been minutes. I knew I should get going. "Is that all of it?" Arlo asked the last Omega who walked out with my smallest duffel bag."Yes, your majesty," She mumbled with a bow and headed to go put it in the trunk."Damn. I would have gotten you a thousand more clothes. Then you're going to have a thousand suitcases and you won't have to leave so soon."I smiled at his words and pulled him in for a quick kiss. "You're being corny right now.""Nah, I'm being desperate. I'll miss you, and it just might drive me crazy. Stay with me, please?" He lifted me off the floor, seizing my lips in a bruising, demanding kiss.I pulled out, gasping for air. Our foreheads caressed and we stayed that way for what seemed like forever."I can't. I've been away from home for a month.""But you've visited, right? Not
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"Zoey?" She ran up to me and pulled me into a suffocating hug, rocking our bodies like we were 5."Jordy, My God. I missed you so much," "Yeah, same here," I choked out, untangling her arms from my neck."Why?" "You're suffocating me," I told her politely. Zoey was an overly-sensitive creature who got an unreasonable crush on me.I tried to be gentle with her, not to hurt her any further than my secret would. It'd be a nightmare when she finds out that I'm a female and her feelings were inappropriate. I dread that awful day.Zoey might be a sweetheart, but she was very irrational. I didn't want to imagine what her reaction would be. Just the thought of it broke my heart. "Let me help you with that.""Sure," I turned to one of the sentinels. "Where are my parents?""They're in a meeting, Your highness.""Oh," I guess I'll just have to see them later.Zoey and I headed inside and straight to my room. We waited till the Omegas brought in all my suitcases before we
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"MJ?" His voice came up again, more urgent this time.I cleared my throat. "Y-yes?" I hated that I was stuttering. It was giving me off in more ways than one."Why don't you want to say anything?" He asked, with a slight chuckle. "So- sorry. Uh…" Damn these stutters! I shut my eyes briefly, fighting to fix the words in my head. It shouldn't be that hard. I was just going to ask for what is mine, so why should it be hard?"Is something wrong?" The apprehension in his tone knocked off whatever confidence my pep talk stirred up.Slauson might be one of the most courageous guys I've ever met but he was just the same, the most sensitive guy ever. He noticed the smallest of things, right from body gestures to a tweak in emotions. Back when I was with him, I loved that part of him because he always knew when I needed him, even before I could ask. But right now, I didn't find that side of him so appealing. Because he was going to figure out just what I was about to say
THIRD PERSON'S POVZoey slid into one of the booths of the coffee shop, sitting in front of the man with a hoodie. The coffee shop was empty. She'd rented it out for an hour, so she could have this meeting in peace. "Sorry, I'm late. I had to go see a friend." Zoey said in a mad rush, placing her bag on the table.The man took off his hoodie and flashed her a set of crooked teeth. "It's no problem, beauty. I can wait for you forever.""Ewww…" Zoey made an almost inaudible disgust sound, coupled with the disgusted look she flashed at him. The man was a renowned thug of the pack and a chain smoker. She'd picked him for her dirty business but that's just about it. It was downright disgusting to be flirted with by someone like him. He was just good for dirty business, not for sex."So what's this job you got for me, pretty?" "The name is Zoey," she frowned at his disgusting attempt to flirt with her. "And you just have to keep an eye on some people for me."She handed him a swollen env
THIRD PERSON POV"Get me another bottle," Jamal ordered brashly, gulping down the last drink of his glass. He was drunk and disoriented and it was more alcohol-speaking than it was him.The bartender had a conflicted look on his face at the order. His gaze swept through the small center table, littered with over ten bottles of tequila. It would be unreasonable to get him another bottle when he looked pretty wasted."Have you gone deaf, fatso?!" Jamal slurred, pointing drunkenly at the man who was standing a few distances away from him.He was in a nightclub, locked up in the VIP lounge away from the craziness downstairs. He'd been a regular here for the past week and it just might go on for a while.He'd never been much of a drinker and had always been conscious of the amount of alcohol he consumed. But ever since he had his fallout with Jordy, it had been hard.Nah, 'hard' doesn't come close to describing what it had been like for him. It had been hell. It had been miserable. It had
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