THIRD PERSON'S POV "Jamal, bro. Hey, that's enough!" Zach was struggling with taking away the drinks and keeping him seated on the couch. "What?!!!" Jamal slurred and took another chug from the bottle of martini in his hand. He was already way too drunk but he wouldn't stop drinking. "Give me that." Zach snatched the bottle away and placed it on the table. He signaled to the stripper standing at the corner to take away the drinks. "Should I get another bottle?" She asked with a sultry smile. Zach flashed her a scowl. "Have you lost your goddamn mind? Who do you plan on getting it for? Me or him?" "I'm sorry. I thought —" "You thought wrong. Take the drinks and leave. Stay gone. I'll ask for you if I need you." Zach dismissed her. She left, carrying the drinks with her. It was a private lounge and it was just him and Jamal up here. He'd gotten a call from Jamal, requesting that they hang out. It was going to be their last hang-out before they leave for the competition
THIRD PERSON'S POV Zach came down the stairs alongside the servant who had his bags. He wasn't going to have breakfast, but he had to say his goodbyes to his father so he headed to the dining area. His father was munching on his plate of pancakes that Zach thought looked fucking delicious. He would have loved to sit and eat lots of them but he didn't want to share a table with Zoey. Avoiding her had been fucking easy as she's learned to keep her distance too. This time, there were no sentiments involved. He doesn't ever want to be in the same space with her again. It was that simple, and nothing would ever change that. Not even the past bond they used to have as siblings. "Son." Gamma Micah smiled proudly, getting on his feet and stretching out his arms. "Father." Zach smiled and went in for the hug, which ended with strong pats on his back. "You look ready." Gamma Micah commented, giving him thorough scrutiny with his eyes. "Thanks, Father," Zach said with a nod. "I
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV "What the fuck is that bastard doing here?" Arlo asked from behind me, just seconds after I noticed Jamal's ride. "I don't know." I shrugged, not sparing him a glance. I had all my focus on Jamal's ride, and when I noticed he was staring at me, I couldn't help but stare back. "You seem excited to see him. Might as well go over and say hi to him. Give him a little kiss or something. I don't mind." Arlo ended his taunt with a tsk. He was an annoying jerk and an outright jackass. Ever since our talk in the garden yesterday, he's been this way with me. There was no talking to him. There was no reasoning with him. And there sure as hell was no fixing things between us. "Stop it, Arlo." I said, refusing to be irritated by his words. Staring at Jamal might be a reckless thing to do at the moment, but I couldn't help it. I knew they were going to the competition. Once upon a time, I would tag along, Zoey too. Just for the hell of it. Good ol' days. But now,
THIRD PERSON'S POV "I couldn't do it." Zoey said in a rush, the second she got into the beige Lamborghini Urus waiting for her in the alley of the most remote area of the Pack. Luther had his fingers drumming on the steering and his nerves were twitching. "Couldn't or didn't want to do it?" He backfired, swinging his head in her direction. It was another day for her to look sexy as hell and subject him to hard, monstrous hard-ons. And she smelt amazing, Jesus! Just how much longer does he have to refrain from doing all the fucked-up, crazy-ass, kinky shit he was longing to do to her? "I couldn't do it." She reiterated, still nervous as hell. "King Arlo was there. He wouldn't let me talk to Jordy. I barely said hi." "Shit." Luther mumbled, slamming a hand on the steering. As much as he wanted to tag her as a liar, he knew she was telling the truth. If Arlo was really there, then there was no way she would have gotten the chance to speak to Jordy. Much less convincing h
THIRD PERSON'S POV Luther walked through the hallways with his men trolling behind him. He had a fierce look in his eyes and his nerves were twitching with every long stride he took. His black coat danced in the air as a cold breeze wafted through the windows of the hideout. He took the last stairs that led to the room where he was headed. The door was opened and he walked in, slowing his strides. His men walked in with him, lingering at the door. Luther squinted his eyes at the manhandled figure lying helplessly in the middle of the room. Going closer to him was the only way he could truly confirm the figure's identity. It was the only way he could tell that the figure was the Pack's doctor. He was brutally scathed and was barely breathing. Luther figured the man might have tried to put up a fight when he was being captured. Maybe, that was why his men dealt brutally with him, rendering him almost unrecognizable. The white suit he was wearing had taken a full dark maroon s
THIRD PERSON'S POV "Do you need more, Father?" Zoey asked with a polite smile, gesturing at the plate of shrimp filled to the brim. "No, sweetie. I'm good. But I do need a little more juice though," Gamma Micah replied, pointing at his empty glass. Zoey grabbed the jar of juice and poured it into her Father's glass, and then she placed the glass next to his plate. "Here you go, Father." "Thank you, baby." Gamma Micah smiled at her and he earned a slight blush from her. It made his heart flutter. She could be all grown up now but he would always fancy calling her the numerous sweet names he had stacked up for her since her birth. Regardless of her age, she would always be his little, bratty princess. Silence fell in the dining room as they enjoyed their dinner until Zoey's phone began vibrating on the table. She peered at it and gave an involuntary gasp as she saw who the caller was. Luther. Subtly, she rejected the call, flashing an awkward smile at her Father. She ba
THIRD PERSON'S POV "No." Zoey finally breathed out, still squirming in her seat. His shadow was dominating her and his physique was hovering atop her, keeping her pinned on her seat. He wasn't going to give her a bit of space. No matter how suffocated she felt. "No?" Luther repeated with a growl. "No." Zoey shoved her fists on his chest, trying to push away again. But he wouldn't bulge. She broke into a reckless whimper. "This is sick. You're being crazy–" "Yeah, you could say that. I am crazy. I've been fucking crazy over you for a long time. And dear God, I did try to lock it up and not act on it, but that was hard." He gulped intensely, eyes flickering with a ravenous desire. There was no way he would hide it anymore. She had to see it. She had to know how much torture he had gone through because of her. She had to accept the fact that she makes his heart flutter and gives him incredible hard-ons. She had to take responsibility for that too. "You can't – we can't be
KING ARLO'S POV Constantly pacing the grounds of my suite couldn’t wear it off quickly but I just couldn't bring myself to stand still. Nervous as hell, pissed as crazy, and impatient as fuck, all I could do was pace and entertain these agonizing thoughts that increased my anxiety and anger. The drink in my hand was the only way I could chill my nerves, and try not to lose my fucking mind. Glancing at my wristwatch again, I let out another guttural cuss. What the fuck was taking her so long?! It's been an hour already. Emptying the glass in my hand was a huge, irreparable mistake and now there is nothing to calm me down. I placed the glass on the small table and slumped on the couch, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes. Maybe this would help. And it did, just for a few seconds, and then I was back on my feet, pacing again. It's been three days since we arrived here in New Haven. We decided to lodge in one of the fanciest hotels in town. Jordy and I were still f
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