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 POVJamal's flustered face was quite a sight. His mouth was left hanging for the next seconds that followed his irrational, drunk confession. It was the alcohol. Fuck, it was the shitty alcohol. He would never have blurted it out if he wasn't so damned wasted."Dude." Zach nudged him. "Tell me. When did you fall in love and with whom?" Saying he was 'shocked' was an understatement. He hadn't seen it coming at all. Sure, he suspected something deep was hurting Jamal. But he never thought it had to do with matters of the heart.Jamal never gave off a vibe that he was going to fall in love soon. He's never been the least interested in romantic stuff. He's been accused on many occasions of being cold and aloof. So this was new. So fucking new."Forget I said that," Jamal muttered, slumping on the couch with a sharp exhale. What had he done?"No way, dude. I'll never forget it. I heard you, loud and clear. You fell in love, my goodness. I can't even imagine it." Zach chuckl
THIRD PERSON'S POV"Say it." Arlo urged with an urgent tone, joining the duo. His hawk-like eyes were fixed on Jamal, ready to put him in his place if he acted up. "Say the fucking words!""Just who I needed to see tonight. The infamous Arlo Cardell." Jamal let out a drunken laugh, staggering backward. His frosty breath reeked of alcohol. He's never been so blunt with the Lycan King, despite how much he loathed him. But alcohol makes you lose some good manners. Like right now."Just say the damn words, nit-wit!" Arlo yelled, attempting to grab him but getting pulled back by Jordy."Or what?!" Jamal snapped, eyes glistening with tears and fury. "You going to make my life more miserable than you already did?!""I've never laid a finger on your wretched life. Whatever mess you turned into is all on you. Don't you dare pin shit on me." Arlo pointed a warning finger at him."That's enough, please." Jordy tried to soothe him, as she brought his hand down. She was right in the middle of the t
KING ARLO'S POV "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled again, hitting the brakes and coming to a screeching halt. The force sent him flying off the seat and hitting hard on the floor. He let out another painful grunt, but it was soon replaced by one of his drunk laughs. "Why? Does the truth hurt?" He slurred, groaning at the end of his words. "You stole Jordy from me. Doesn't that make you a thief?" "Just one more word." I took a deep, deep breath. "Say one more stupid word and I'll damn the consequence and hurl you into the street. I don't give a shit if you die or live." I just realized how huge a mistake it was to offer to take his drunk ass home. Ever since we drove off, he had been saying a lot of nonsense, and as much as I tried to lock him out of my head, he still gained access. He was talking about Jordy and how they were the pack's couple before I showed up and ruined everything. It was almost impossible for talks like that not to mess with my head. And the damned lunatic won't st
MESSIAH JORDY'S POVI rang the doorbell again, rubbing my arms as the morning breeze swept past me. No response, again. I checked my wristwatch, it was 6:45 am. Maybe I got here too early. I might have to go and come back later.The thought of leaving got my heart racing in uneasiness. The same uneasiness that kept me up all night, and had me tossing and squirming through the night. I was all hues distracted, and it had to do with Zach's text message last night.He'd sounded too serious over the text, leaving me in horrible suspense. I spent hours trying to figure out just what he knew and how much I had to say. It was the worst feeling, and I just wanted to get it over and done with. Whatever he had to say, I needed to hear them today. Now!I pressed the doorbell ring, stamping my feet nervously. How could they still be asleep till now? Where the heck were the Omegas? Someone had to be up, goddammit!I slammed my fists on the glass door repeatedly, hoping that would cause enough nuis
MESSIAH JORDY'S POV"I'm sorry," Zach added, after a bit of awkward silence. "I mean, it sounds ridiculous. But I got this hunch, and I can't shake it off. So yeah, tell me. Did he fall in love with you or am I just being an idiot?" He said amidst a chuckle, sitting with his legs crossed.Sweat broke through my forehead, cascading to my neck and down inside my shirt. The room was chilly. I had no reason to be sweating that much. Suddenly, I began feeling too suffocated, wanting nothing more but to rip the door open and run off. But I couldn't. I felt glued to the spot I was sitting."Jordy?" He called with an arched brow. "Are you alright?""Y–yeah. I'm good." I muttered quickly, nodding vehemently. "Why would you think Jamal fell in love with me? That's ridiculous." I forced a smile, trying not to act so damned affected."Well, for starters, he went on and on about how someone shattered his heart. I thought it was the alcohol when he kept referring to his assailant as a male. But the