Kent let out an exasperated breath and cast a glance at the slumbering werewolves. But he didn’t do anything.
Celeste arched one eyebrow inquisitively. "I believe I have already explained our purpose here quite clearly. We are not here to harm you or your pack! We just wanna clear up any misunderstandings and, if possible, gain an ally." "An ally... What's the plan once we're in cahoots? Are we gonna wage war on the hunters? And can you really guarantee that my pack will become mightier once we join forces with yours?" Kent's tone took on a more matter-of-fact air. Gone were the deep, intimate undertones he had with Celeste earlier. Besides, judging from his tone, it was clear that Kent wasn't about to bow down to their pack. They should be on equal footing, at the very least. "Yeah. We want you to be our allies so we can work together to get rid of the hunters. Just think of the atrocities they've committed against your pack. If you're yearning fEver since they got back from the rogues, the werewolves had scampered back to the cozy little town. Although the rogues did not become an ally of their wolf pack, at least it seemed like Kent believed in Celeste's words. Their attention now shifted from plotting revenge against their wolf pack and harming their Alpha to fixating on the hunters instead. But the unanswered questions were piling up like werewolves in a moonlit forest. Who on earth were Jeremy's parents, really? They were itching to track down Kent again and uncover the secrets. Unfortunately, Kent couldn't care less about a meeting. The slippery man had vanished into thin air, and they had no clue where he had scampered off to. Nevertheless, those matters could take a back seat for now. The howling truth was that their current priority lay in bolstering the entire wolf pack, bracing themselves for the hunters' next move. They even toyed with the wild idea of strengthening their pack to a fearsom
This wasn't the first time Celeste had heard Jeremy's voice when he was turned on, but she had never heard it so husky. It seemed like Jeremy himself was taken aback by his own voice, as he cleared his throat and softly whispered against Celeste's lips, "Do you like it, Celeste?" As he spoke, his warm breath caressed her lips, leaving a slight moistness behind. Their lips were so close, every movement of Jeremy's mouth tickled Celeste's, creating a delightful sensation that made her lips tingle. Celeste's lips curled into a playful smile. "Yes, I do," she whispered, her eyes locked onto Jeremy's. Her voice was a gentle breeze, barely audible. But their proximity allowed Jeremy to capture her words from the subtle movements of her lips. The deepening smile on Jeremy's face confirmed it. In the next moment, Jeremy's lips gentely met Celeste's. It was different from their previous passionate kisses. This time, their kiss was infused with tenderness, like a butter
That moan seemed to set Jeremy's nerves ablaze even more. His canines pressed deeper, tantalizing and teasing Celeste's sensitive skin, like a skilled musician coaxing enchanting melodies from his instrument. In response, Celeste's hands instinctively wound around Jeremy's broad shoulders. The unexpected pang of pain caused her grip to tighten, her fingers digging into his muscular frame. Yet, strangely, this surge of power and the hint of discomfort seemed to ripple through Jeremy as well, igniting an untamed desire within him. As their bodies pressed together, Celeste's ears picked up Jeremy's low, rumbling growls. Evidently, he too found pleasure in the magnetic pull between them. His hands roamed her curves, drawing her irresistibly closer until they melded into a seamless embrace. Their bodies now intimately entwined, separated only by the whisper-thin layer of fabric. Unable to resist the overwhelming sensation, Celeste surrendered, shutting her eyes. Bu
The sun was blazing high in the sky, casting its warm rays onto Celeste's eyelids, causing a playful flutter. But the light didn't seem content with staying put. Instead, it wiggled and jiggled, driving Celeste to the brink of annoyance. Unable to resist any longer, she cracked open her eyes. To her surprise, it wasn't Jeremy who greeted her, but another face she knew all too well. Why on earth was Kent here again? "Seriously, why am I not the least bit surprised to see you standing at my bed like a pervert?" Celeste quipped, suppressing a yawn and a sigh. She had thought their defenses were reinforced, but it seemed like nothing had changed at all. Kent still had a knack for sneaking in whenever he pleased. As Celeste glanced to the side, she spotted Jeremy, peacefully lost in dreamland. No doubt he had fallen victim to yet another sleep spell. And then, like a bolt of lightning, she remembered what they had gotten up to the night before. Oh, bo
Everything happened in a blur, too fast for Celeste's brain to keep up with her eyes, leaving her bewildered about what the heck was going on right in front of her. Out of the blue, Jeremy's eyes snapped open, laser-focused on Kent as if he had a built-in GPS in those eyeballs. And without a moment's hesitation, he sprang up from the bed like a coiled spring, launching himself straight at the rogue like a missile in flight. Time seemed to slow down as Jeremy's fist arced toward Kent, but Kent had his wits about him and skillfully dodged the incoming punch. Little did he know, though, that Jeremy had a sneaky surprise waiting below. And with a knock, Jeremy's other fist connected with a solid thud right into Kent's gut. A grunt escaped Kent's lips as he staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach in agony. Jeremy's punch packed a serious wallop, no doubt about it. "Consider that payback for your sleep magic you cast on me, motherfucker!" Jeremy sna
Celeste's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She paused for a moment. She knew this hunter? Raymond was the only hunter she knew. "You caught Raymond? Wh- How?" Celeste stammered, utterly taken aback to discover that it was Kent and his ragtag group of rogues who had managed to get their hands on Raymond. Raymond's place was right in this town, and she never expected him to get caught by the rogues. "Let's just say this guy lacks some serious hunter skills." He shrugged, leaving out any further explanation. Jeremy furrowed his brow and asked, his impatience evident, "Even if this hunter knows Celeste, what does that have to do with you showing up here?" "Well, my friend, that's the twist. This hunter might be as clumsy as a drunken squirrel, but he's tighter than a clam when it comes to talking," Kent paused, leaving Celeste wondering what it meant. What had they done to Raymond? Tortured him, perhaps? "We couldn't pry anything useful out of him. But maybe t
The journey passed by in utter silence as Kent zoomed away from their little town. Celeste watched as the scenery transformed from familiar to foreign, until they reached a road she knew all too well—the very same path where they had returned from their previous kidnapping crime scene. Jeremy whipped out his phone, and Celeste caught a glimpse of him texting Ben. She didn't need to peek at the message to understand that Jeremy was informing Ben to gather up the team and prepared to come here as backup. As Jeremy pocketed his phone, he caught Celeste's gaze and flashed her a comforting smile. Then, he reached out and grasped her hand firmly. It was a small gesture, but it filled Celeste with a renewed sense of strength. Amidst the quiet, Celeste could sense Kent's eyes on her. She raised her head and locked gazes with him through the rearview mirror. In that brief connection, she detected a lingering trace of bitterness in his eyes. But just as quickly, K
Once the door was shut, the room plunged into darkness. As the blackness engulfed them, an eerie atmosphere settled in, creating a silence so thick Celeste could almost touch it. Amidst this hushed tranquility, she could discern the uneven rhythm of Raymond's breaths and the faint thumping of his heart. She couldn't help but wonder if it was the lingering torment inflicted by the rogues that kept him in such agony. Gradually, Celeste's eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing her to make out the figure of the hunter who was bound to the chair. His face was a mess, disheveled and stained with smears of blood. Celeste couldn't fathom how the rogues could have subjected him to such punishment. It was beyond her imagination. Raymond lifted his head in the gloom, his eyes attempting to meet Celeste's gaze. But she knew he was just an ordinary human, lacking the night vision of werewolves. In the dark, he could at most catch a fleeting glimpse of the glimmer in her e