KING ARLO'S POV (AN HOUR BEFORE ZACH'S ARREST…) "I think it'll be a bold step for our Pack when we finally establish a firm, trading chain with the more advanced Packs. Our Pack needs a little more taste of sophistication…" Alpha Hillary continued his monologue as we left the Pack hospital. We've been strolling the grounds for hours now, discussing Pack politics and the ways to advance the Pack. Alpha Hillary had a lot of dreams and potential, and it had been nice listening to him. It would have been the highlight of my day if I wasn't in the company of the man I hated the most. Luther. "Yes, Alpha. I think we should all be invested in making our Pack a heaven for the people. I'm sure with your impeccable insights and strategies, we'll be hitting the top three of the wealthiest Pack in the region soon." Luther eulogized again, with another exaggerated bow. His repulsing display of affection and reverence was ruthlessly jabbing at my nerves. I was implying every strand of
KING ARLO'S POV(MINUTES TO ZACH'S ARREST)"We found him dead at the outskirts of the Pack, so we decided to bring him here, Alpha." One of the pack warriors explained with a bow."Why the hell would you bring him here? Look at him. He's a disgusting sight and a nobody. What matters if he's dead or not? You should know better than to disturb the Alpha with such an irrelevant matter." Luther picked up a fit."Yeah, the Beta is right. Why would you bring a common thug here and disrupt the peace of the Packhouse?" Alpha Hillary questioned."Because we think he was murdered, Alpha." Another Pack warrior replied. "His broken bones. The viciousness of his wounds. We think someone did this.""Of course, someone did this. But that person will be just another useless thug. Maybe they got into a fight. Maybe into an argument. Maybe it was a long-time vendetta. My point is, it has nothing to do with the welfare of the Pack. So why did you bring him here?" Luther countered again. He was growing
KING ARLO'S POV"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Jamal snorted, stopping at the doorway, and shielding Zach from my view with his body."I'm not here for you –""You shouldn't be here at all." Jamal countered. Above his shoulder blades, I could see Zach's face. The dude seemed agitated. Was it because of the pending arrest or was it guilt?"Why not? I don't see any sign that restricts me from coming here." I retorted calmly.Engaging in verbal wars with Jamal was insulting, to say the least. He was young and stupid. It'd be a brutal blow to my ego if someone caught me exchanging words with him."I thought you knew better. Didn't know you needed a sign. I'll be sure to put up one today. But for now, get the hell out.""Not without your friend," I gestured at Zach, and in reply, he stepped away from hiding behind Jamal. Now I got to take a good look at him, but damn, he reeked of guilt and alcohol."What do you want from me?" Zach asked, with a slight tremor in his voice.
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"I hate that I want you, but I can't help it. You get my dick hard with just your scent and I wanna fuck you so hard that you scream my name above your lungs. Let the whole world hear your screams of pleasure. Let them know I'm the reason behind it. Me and my insatiable dick that craves your body and your heart…"I bit down my moans, as my fingers circled my pants, searching desperately for my clit. My fingers brushed against it but found their way back. Gently, I began rubbing it, as I read more erotic words from my book."Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it...Fuck me, Dastan. Please. He slammed her back on the table, pushing down the plates. He yanked off her panties and lowered, burying his face between her inner thighs…"Oh, God. My moans deepened, as I slid my fingers inside my pants, getting passed my panties and stroking my sleek clit. "...he ran his tongue over her pussy, eating her out and releasing slurping sounds. Her cries intensified as she
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVHalfway running through the East wing hallways, I felt even more anxious and scared. I had to go talk to Father and find out what was going on."Jordy, slow down!" Mother yelled again. I could hear her heels behind me. But there was no way I could slow down. I was finally approaching Father's resting quarters when the door opened and he walked out. He was dressed in one of his official, Alpha robes and he had creases on his face. The kind that came from worries and fear."Father." I finally halted, panting hard. "What's going on?" I asked in between the harsh intake of breaths."I'm not so sure–" He stuttered. I hated it when he did that. It just showed that he knew what was going on but was scared to admit it."Father, tell me. Please. Why did you send for Zach?" I was almost in tears. This didn't look good at all."Because he has to be interrogated!" A deep, baritone shattered my composure. His mesmerizing scent tickled my insides, reminding me of the release I
KING ARLO'S POVKilling her was out of the question but I would have if I could endure losing her. Getting me all riled up like that back there – she deserved death and more.Any other person, I would have throttled the last fucking air out of the person. But it was her. Dammit, it was her!So I was trying, I was fucking trying to wind it down. But I couldn't. She went too damn far. She should have known better than to push my buttons that hard."Arlo…" she was struggling in my grip, fighting for some air. I covered her mouth again, sucking her down to her throat, stealing every chance of breaking free from me.Her fists jammed my chest repeatedly, and her legs were squirming. It was all her futile attempt to catch some air. Still, I didn't let her go. Suffocating her was a maniac move, but I was as much a maniac when riled up.My anger morphed into a frustrating and unruly passion and slowly, I released her lips. She took in short, sharp breaths, and her eyes were moistened with tea
THIRD PERSON'S POVJamal swerved up the drive of the Orlandos' residence, hitting the brakes furiously and turning off the ignition. With a loud slam, he alighted the car, hurrying to the front porch. He rang the doorbell like crazy, almost kicking open the door when the response took later than expected.His clenched fist pounced repeatedly on the door, wishing nothing but to break down the damn thing.*fuck it, Zoey. Where the hell are you?!* He sent her a mind-link, still hitting on the door."Son?" He stilled and slowly turned around. A low hiss smoothly slid out of his lips. It was the most unpleasant surprise."What are you doing here?" Luther continued, joining him on the front porch and glancing at the door."It's none of your fucking business." Jamal snorted, retrieving his fists into his pockets and putting a good distance between them.Ever since their last breakfast together, they have never had to share a space. Jamal had intentionally avoided all the areas of the house
THIRD PERSON'S POVGamma Micah led the way into his study. Dropping his suitcase on the table, he walked over to the built-in wine cellar to grab a rebranded bottle of whiskey. He took out two glasses and filled them up. "I'm sorry you had to wait outside. I made a quick stop at the Packs engaging in the upcoming competition. By the way, will Jamal contest this year?""I have no idea." Luther gruffed out, settling on one of the chairs. He ripped open the buttons on his coat, feeling slightly pissed.Why did she have to be at that door, clad in just a short and a see-through crop top? Any gentleman would kowtow to her at that moment for a few minutes with her. Any rogue would have her at fang-point, demanding to fuck her? How could she be so fucking clueless? How could she parade in that outfit and even dare open the door, unsure of who was knocking?It was the most annoying shit. More annoying 'cause he couldn’t get the fucking image of her at that door out of his head. That fucking