Messiah Jordy I stayed indoors throughout my first day in New Haven. I took my time to watch their TV shows, watch their weather and traffic from my balcony. I sat down in my pyjamas for most of the day as I watched people come and go, go and come, shops open and people flock in and out. There was this coffee shop right across the road that caught my eyes. The place did seem fascinating and interesting. I had time to sink in my thoughts and plan. I was living on my own, there would be no food, money, or clothing from my parents, not even for medical care. I dared not reach out to them, because they would know where I was and what I had done. Then, the whole purpose for running would have been awfully defeated. No. I shook my head when the fleeting thought crossed my mind. I had worked far too hard to return to where I was coming from, far too hard. Here I was going to start a new life for myself. And to survive in my new life, I needed to have a job, a place to live, and food
Messiah Jordy I was excited to know that I had gotten the job in Slauson's cafe, but as a waitress. My job description did not matter at that point. All that mattered was that I was proud of myself for what I had done, for what I had achieved. It was such a little feat to some, but as I listened to him give me my warming directions, I shifted in my chair while my heart continued to swell with pride. I fought back my tears and my right hand subconsciously rubbed my stomach. Everything that I had done in the past few months was solely for the child in my stomach, and for my family. I found it shocking how I had never seen myself having a job of my own back in my pack. But now, it felt like I was in a whole new world. To be fair, it really was a whole new world. Back at my pack, a man of Slauson's age would be tending to the family business, or fighting hard to get his father's attention and a good share of the property. He would be an only child with responsibilities to his lineage -
Messiah Jordy I should have just stuck with meat, or chopped liver and lamb, I thought to myself as I poured my guts into the toilet bowl through vomit. I had been seeing the meal on the menu for sometime now, and I decided to try it for dinner that night. I sensed danger the moment my stomach and throat both seemed to disagree with the smell of the food, but once I opened it and saw how deliciously everything was arranged, I wanted to gulp the entire bowl at once. My appetite returned with full force, and I felt a fast surge of hunger sweep through me. I worked my way through the soup like a glutton. I enjoyed the spiciness, the softness of every protein that adorned the bowl of soup in front of me. But it not only adorned, it added flavour, thickness and taste. By the goddess, I was so happy, I could feel the baby in my stomach start to dance. It was the best thing I had tasted in a while, I could swear on it. Sea food had never been so intriguing for me. But that was, of course
Third personSomething had to be wrong. Yes, something had to be terribly wrong. And the luna could feel it in the pit of her stomach. It had been barely twenty-four hours since her daughter returned. Yet, Jordy had resigned to locking herself in the room again, not eager to come out of the room, or even open the door to take the meals that were served to her. On several occassions, the maids had returned to her, telling her that Jordy had refused to open the door to them. "We tried to get the young alpha to open the door, but he would not listen to us. We do not know what the issue might be, Luna, but we have done all that we possibly know how to do." The maids would say, and the Luna would assure them that all was well, and she would speak to her son. But it had been two days now and she was still getting the same complaints. It was on the night of the second day that the Luna decided enough was enough. If Jordy did not open the door to her, she would break it down without hesit
Third personThe news of Messiah Jordy's disappearance spread across the pack like wild fire. The guards set into the night to search for him. They raided the thickness of the surrounding bushes, the nooks, crannies and crevices of the market places. They walked and ran far into the night to search for him, but they returned at dawn with nothing. And the Luna's heart was absolutely shattered. "I should have known something was wrong." She continued to wail, while seated on the ground of their bedroom. However, she was not the only one who blamed herself for the unfortunate situation. Jamal Luther, the beta's son and Jordy's best - or ex - best friend could not think straight. When the guards approached the door of his father's mansion, Jamal could only wonder what it was about. He rose from his seat in the library, from where he had peeped on them, and stepped out of the room. He moved with slow and inaudible steps to his father's study and placed his ear on the door, itching to k
Messiah Jordy I pushed open the front door of Slauson's at exactly 7:30am. Once again, Slauson - or should I call him Mr Slauson now that he was my boss? - was still the only man present in the shop. He was cleaning the tables and arranging the chairs and small saucers accordingly. He always worked very hard, at least from the two times I had met him. He owned the place, but he was always the first to come in and the last to leave. It was a very admirable trait, one that was to be copied by his employees. So I decided it would do no one any harm if I took it upon myself to do so. He had his airpods in his ears so he did not hear me walk in, or hear me greet him. It was not until he looked up and found me standing in front of him with an awkward smile that he pulled his air pods out of his ears in shock and looked down at me with a smile. "MJ! You're early." He called out rather enthusiastically. I slid my hands into my pockets and chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I guess I am. I thought
Third personThe twins, Zoey and Zachary, stepped out of the palace doors with their hands locked in each other's. Zoey had tears in her eyes, while Zachary tried to console his younger sister. Their father, Gamma Micah, walked behind them. He had excused himself from the meeting with the beta, alpha and Luna, after Zoey burst out into tears after another failed report of Jordy's search had been tabled before them. Jamal was not present at the palace, he had stopped coming since three months ago, as though he was no longer interested in the search. But Zoey and Zachary were still bothered about their friend's disappearance, even though things between them had ended off on the wrong foot. Back in the pack's palace, Luna Cora and Alpha Hillary were seated together on a small luxurious sofa. And Alpha Hillary squeezed his mate's right hand with his left, seeing as tears had already gathered in her eyes. He did not want her to shed any more tears. All she had done in the past three mon
**THREE MONTHS LATER** Messiah JordyAccording to the doctor, my pregnancy was now twenty-four weeks old. That means the pup growing in my womb was now six months old. It was starting to show through all my clothes, both the ones Slauson had been more than kind to get for me, the ones I managed to get through my wages in the restaurant. I could no longer wear my apron, so I stuck to the dress that was made solely for my cause. With every week that passed, I grew less and less efficient at work. I began to tire out quickly and take far more urine breaks than every other worker. Somedays, I had to return home at lunch break, which was six hours before every other worker was authorized to close for the day. I had since moved from the hotel, and was now able to secure a small bungalow close to the cafe. It was a walkable distance, but Slauson insisted on driving me to work and back home everyday. I was a pregnant young girl who seldom needed excersise, who was I to say no? Of course
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