Iris' POV"Why are you here?" Gustav growled.My body was beginning to itch all over from the sticky sweat my body was producing. Monica was right. I was going crazy on the mesh. Some of the sweat trickling down my forehead found their way into my eyes, stinging the balls like pepper stray. Kitana howled in sympathy for me, resting her head on her forelimbs, curled up in her compartment. The blood on Rhoda's neck had dried up by now, but Amber and Monica where still writhing in numbing pain. Blood streamed out of Amber's forearms from the spikes pushed up into them, her eyes half open. She was strong-willed, but there's only much she could handle. She was losing both blood and life, and fast.Monica was in no better condition. Three gapping strips from the impression of the whip still hung open, bleeding. The skin around the broken flesh were red and sore, courtesy of the wolfs-bane in them. Blood rimmed out of the strips, as flies were beginning to hover noisily above her back. Ambe
Monica's POV"Fuck me in all holes. I want to scream away the pain and hurt." I hollered. Iris thought she could get the best out of both men, flipping her hair at me like the bitch she was. But she's yet to find out the stuff I was made of. I can't let her have all the glory, outshining me. I'd salivated his touch anyway, longed to feel his dick stretching my hole, this was only a dream come true, I assured myself- an opportunity they say comes but once."Gustav, please," Iris began. "We can talk about this, and forget all that has happened between us. Don't forget all we've been through. We cants throw that all away.""You heard her," Gustav scoffed, referring to me, squirming out of his pants. "I can't say no to a lady in distress." He spanked my ass, rubbing his hands on the spot to ease the pain. "Did Ludovic say no to you when you begged him to lick your pussy?" He went on his knees and passed his tongue over the slit of my cunt, leaving me in hot shivers. I growled in ecstacy
Gustav's POVI stood before Monica, hard between my thighs, dripping with her juice. Iris glared at me with hurt, her features scrunched up into a grimace. She bit her lips, blinking back the hot tears burning her eyes, looking up at the stone ceiling. I knew it was not her fault. I had pushed her away, just as Drogo and mother had pointed it out. If I had given her a chance to hear her out, and be a friend to her when she needed one to talk to, she probably wouldn't have escaped from the mansion that night to Amber's motel. Her meeting with Ludovic would have been fatefully avoided.I was angry at her for not being patient with me, for not enduring the tough times with me as expected of mates. Aren't mates supposedly to be inseparable? Why is mine different? Even after rejecting, I still wanted her. I craved her like ice cream on a hot afternoon.It hurt me to hurt her; I never wanted to see her cry- a promise I had made to her in the loop. But again, I'd broken my promise and her h
Iris' POV"Did you give that a second thought before blurting it out of your mouth? Bury the hatchet?" I cackled. all the guts in the world! "How can a man be this selfish?" His ego reulsed me greatly, that I threw caution to the wind without a second thought. "Watch it there." He warned. "I'm trying to give you an opportunity to absolve yourself and start over on a clean slate.""How can you be so selfish, Gustav?" I repeated, because the emphasis was necessary. He was not even apologetic for all he has done to me. "For God's sake, I did nothing wrong. We did nothing wrong to deserve the torture. You started the show, and you're putting the blame on us? What absolution do you want from us, urh?"He closed the space between us in two long strides, fuming over me, like a buffalo charging at a matador. If stares could burn, I'd have been toast. I never believed he was the same man I swore to spend the rest of my life with a day ago. What happened to the Gustav that promised to make t
Iris' POVI sort of found my way back into the dungeon after passing out in Gustav's room. Not that I fainted on my own volition, but he had pressed the button on the device controlling the collar around my neck. Well, it wasn't exactly an explosive device as he had earlier said, it was a bluff to scare me into doing his budding. The collar induced electric shock into my brain, zapping me out immediately. Gustav thought I did a reverse healing spell that killed Lois. I was too shocked to answer anyone of his questions, neither was I strong enough to contest his allegations. Telling him I did nothing would be a total waste of time. I was the last person to hold her, which made me the prime suspect.The sudden death of Lois snatched the air in my lungs, bringing back the gnawing fear that pervaded me when I first lost my parents. All the people I ever loved; all the people I cared so much about die, leaving me behind to face my monsters alone. First, it was my parents, now, it's Lois.
Iris POV"I don't know how she died, Gustav," I pleaded. "Please, listen to me."I couldn't feel my limbs anymore. Gustav drilled nails, nine inches long, into my legs and arms without count. My body felt numb and lifeless, bleeding from pores widened by the nails. He was a mask of ruthlessness, reconfigured into brute vexation."Explain how she died in your hands. She was okay until you got in there and did something to her. WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER!" He yelled, drilling another nail into my forearm.I cried, unable to scream. I'd lost the strength to scream. The tears streamed out of my eyes, rolling into the shell of my ears. Soon, I might run out of tears to shed. Perhaps, blood would flow in place of tears.He pressed the device in his hand, holding onto it for a while, as the electric current fried my brain to crisp. My body turned hotter with every shockwave, rippling through me. I exerted extra juice from Kitana to fight the growing pain hammered into my skin. Drools of thick sal
Monica's POVThose who don't know my story, without second thoughts, would call me the villain; a heartless one at that. From my teenage age, I'd learned to fight for what I wanted without backing away. The world doesn't give you your right easily, so you have to take it by force- a cliché from my father I'd grown to know.When I thought Ludovic was mine right from high school, he'd deliberately robbed it on my face that we could never be more than that. Friendships was all he wanted...with no strings attached. But I wanted more than just a platonic relationship. I wanted more than just 'Best Buddies For Life', as we fondly called each other.I'd tried swaying into the arms of some other guys, with the hope that I'd one at forget Ludovic, only for me to find out in the long run that they they cheated on me with another girl, or the werewolves among them stuck with me because of who I am. Some even did both; cheating on me and hoping they'd one day become the heir to the throne of the
Ludovic's POV"Nooo!!!" Iris screamed, hurrying to Gustav. He placed a hand over his chest, wincing behind a glacier look. "Are you okay? Can you stand?"Gustav glared daggers at me, holding on to his chest. I snarled down at him, hoping he learned his lesson. Name-calling was my greatest aversion; pride too. Gustav had both, and I could stand him anymore. Iris was not a whore, not on my count. I met her a virgin, beautiful and pure; a fantastic combination lacking in many pretty ladies I've met. Not even in Monica. Those months, I couldn't find her due to the poison eating me up, her face kept my alive. I was able to survive the toughest face in my life with thought of her alone in my mind. The harder I thought about her, the closer I felt her presence around me.Until visions of her, stole into my night, waking me up with a start. The nightmares I had about her were horrible. They made me hate myself for not being able to protect her. Sometimes, I saw her running from a giant grey
Monica's POVI never knew I could be this tense. My heart raced a marathon, standing beside Gustav, hands locked. We met the rest of the people outside as well. They'd been waiting for us to come out. Drogo had thrown us pieces of clothings the moment he saw us running out of the bunker. We'd brought with us few changes of garment as a contingency; only that we never foresaw the night wearing long and tragic as this. By now, the moon had reclined behind the clouds, bowing out of the podium for the sun to take its cue. The air was surprisingly chilly around me, and I welcomed the first day of the sun perching on my face in a canvass of yellow and orange. Gustav had ordered everyone to move three miles away from the area. Owing to the final battle between Iris and Laura, it was only expected of us that the bunker would collapse. It had taken on many hits already to keep it standing.Klein rushed forward to ask us about Ludovic and Iris. I was too sorry to tell him they couldn't make
Iris' POVIt felt like a very bad dream. My world shattered to tiny bits under me, caving beneath my feet. I couldn't breath, I couldn't talk; I just felt lost. Everything was happening so quickly that I forgot to breath in the bad air surrounding me. Ludovic turned to his side, resting his elbow on his hands. He cast his face the other way, spitting black blood on the dusty tile. His lengthy black hair fell over his head, covering his face from me. Placing one hand on the ground, he pushed himself to a kneeling position, backing me and groaning gravely. I saw the dagger hanging below his shoulder blade. He backed me. He didn't want me seeing him weak in the face of death. Monica and Gustav stood few inches away from us. Silently taking in the latest tragedy straddled between life and the afterlife. I heard Monica sniffle. Gustav held her close muttering few words of courage to her."I warned you all not to play hero, but you wouldn't listen. If you'd taken my offer, all this blood
Gustav's POV"Nooo!" Crude anger shot up my bones, setting me aflame. My wolf and I merged in an instance, lunging at Laura. She was too wrapped up in her warped cruel laughter that she didn't see me coming. I sank my teeth into her shoulder joint, pushing her away from Zelta. I left her in the care of Monica and Ludovic, while I took my pound of flesh from the psycho. I've always wanted to do this. Taking the back seat, I surrendered fully to my beast. Her time of retribution is now. Perhaps, she hadn't extended her tentacles to Monica, but the rest of us have suffered because of her. She'd taken too much from us. She poisoned Ludovic's mother's wine and killed Iris parents in cold blood. As if that was not enough, she made my mother's death the icing on the cake. For the sake of us, I'll gladly rip her limb from limb, and sever her head from her body."Zelta, Zelta!" Iris scooped her up, removing the dagger from her back. "You can't die now. Please, stay with us. We can't do this
Gustav's POV"We have to destroy that staff." Iris announced, rising into the air to meet Laura. "Are you sure about that?" Ludovic asked. "One hundred percent. It's her life force." She pointed at the top of the staff in Laura's hand. "I'll try my best to destroy the staff. She dies, and we get to live. The bonus part is that she takes her undying army with her to wherever they came from.""What if you're wrong about that?" Ludovic had his doubts. Destroying the staff won't come that easy. Scenarios like this always ended up in tears. There was a catch to it. I could sniff it. "It's too dangerous. Please, don't try anything stupid.""You're right. I may be wrong. But I'm certain about one thing. A witch's staff is her life force. Her life is connected to that staff. That's why she never parts with it.""Iris isn't wrong." I didn't know when Zelta regained consciousness. The hit she survived really did a number on her consciousness. She supported herself with her staff, wiping off a
Monica's POVLaura was having a field's day wearing us out. The dead never died, our strength was failing, our number depleting, and the walls are crumbling. Our greatest disadvantage was that Zelta had been knocked out. By the look of things, it would take longer for the old lady to shift out of the supernatural coma. The ball of black fire Laura hauled at her swept her off her feet, snuffing the last air of luck out of us.From a corner of the bloodbath, nursing my bloodied left hind limb, I morphed back to my human form, sprawled to a pillar, stained with blood. We're all going to die, that's for sure. Claws snapped at each other, and the squeals of men carried through the chipping walls, as more men lost their lives to Laura's madness.Ludovic and Gustav were no use to us than they are to themselves. The litres of silver swimming in Ludovic's bloodstream had left him hanging on the precipice of life. In he middle of the chaos and a bruised eye, Drogo was doing one hell of a job p
Iris' POV"Stay with me, Ms Iris," Klein wheezed, breezing past the blood and claws, out of the bunker. "Don't die on me, please. Hold on a little bit longer." I attempted speaking to assure him of my existence, but the words were too heavy for my dead cords to form. The poison had completed its cycle. Every blood vessel under my skin had turned purple. I was losing control of my limbs. To the humans, paralysis was the proper term to describe my present condition.I'd lost contact with my wolf. Her howls had reduced to a tiny purr. She shrunk herself to a corner, afraid for her and myself. The pinna of her ears had dropped to the ground, her tongue a deep shade of tundra purple. She dragged her weight about, fighting to stay alive for the both of us. Her healing virtue had gone below the threshold, hitting rock bottom. Throughout the period the devil's trumpet was introduced into my system, she'd pumped all of her juice into my body to keep me alive, hoping cavalry would come. Cava
Ludovic's POV"The bunker is going to implode on us!" I grumbled loudly, facing Iris with fear etched across my face. She met my gaze with an equal amount of fear, if not greater. "What are we going to do?!" I sheathed the tremor in my voice for the sake of my mate. As the male, I had to be stronger for her. I had to be tough for the both of us."We're all going to die, but it'll hurt me to die without telling you this." She looks at me with a calm smile. Tendrils of fear hung behind the false mask, but I paid it no heed. Her bold stance in the face of death was applaudable. She cleared her throat and continued, as Laura's chants faded in the background. "My life was hopeless before you stepped into it. Pain and suffering were my constant companion until you came by and kissed them all away. I know that when I open my eyes on the other side of the divide, you'll be right there by my side, never to part again. Thank you for making the last three weeks of my life the most memorable." Sh
Iris' POVThe slurp of the blade tearing into the organs beneath Gustav's rib cage mingled with his muffled grit of his clamped teeth. Laura was on a higher pedestal of evil. Needless to say, she was evil personified. "Stop hurting him!" Monica barked through tears, jerking violently under the straps. Her sweaty naked body faultered as Laura turned the metal blade, causing gruesome damage. Blood tricked out of the corner of Gustav's mouth. All through the torture, not a whimper fell out of his mouth. He tamped agony with resilience. I'll give that to him.Hot tears washed down Monica's face. Watching your mate being tortured before you was another level of torture. I could only imagine the tremor her wolf would be going through. Raw emotions whirled out of her, hitting me like a gust of hot wind on the hottest noon of Texas summer."Please." Monica sobbed, choosing to gravel instead. Perhaps, if Laura had a sliver of humanity in her, she'd stop her ministrations on her mate."Have yo
Monica's POVIris led a series of dry laboured cough. I didn't need a witch to tell me what the smug on her face meant. Ludovic on the other hand lay limp on the bed. The tiny drops of liquid silver flowing into his veins had his mouth set into a thin line. His face was pale. The green venation of his veins stood out conspicuously under his white skin. Iris was just as bad. Maybe worse. Her lips were chapped, the flesh peeling off. Her cheekshd become hollow, revealing the peak of her cheekbones. Her tangled her was splayed under her head in tired waves. Where the hell did she get the strength to snigger at us? Rage burned my face, as I scowled at her."Is this funny to you?" I blurted. "Keep laughing at your own death for all I care."She coughed before responding. "It's my death, I'm not complaining. I welcome it with open hands. Beside, I would die knowing my own people didn't turn against me." Her voice was almost inaudible, but there was no denying the melee retort in it.Her w