Jane’s POV“That’s the thing Jane,” he said. “The will is missing. Someone stole it or maybe it’s here and I can’t find it. They’re your parents. I was thinking you would know where it is. And besides, why don’t you trust me? The life you’re living now I gave it to you. I made you what you are.”“Okay, this is the part where I hang up.”“Okay!” he yelled. My threats were beginning to get to him. “I’m sorry. But I really need your help with this. If you can help me work through this that would be very helpful.”I also thought deeply about this. Maybe he was telling the truth, but he was still my parents' killer. Did I need to believe whatever he would say? That was very wrong to do considering what he had done.I remembered being small and going around with my nanny. They had shown me a couple of times where my parents kept their important files, but I knew that the bastard called Sullivan must have raided the safe to get the files out of there. But if he had gotten the files out of t

Jane’s POVHe slammed his sword into mine, shattering the wooden weapon I held up to protect myself with. I had not seen that coming as my hope had been that the sword would protect me from damage.Just in time, I jumped two paces back to avoid any future attacks from the alpha.“Sorry about that,” he straightened up looking at his own dented sword. “These swords are too old.”“Or maybe it’s because we are wolves and we are using wood to fight?” I laughed. “How about we use our claws and fists? I’m sure our bones can take the hits.”He tossed the weapon away and gestured for me to attack him.I would not use magic against him. I would attack him head on as he wasn’t a big threat to me. He might be the alpha but after what I had learned with the witches I was very sure I didn’t need to fear him anymore. He was just another opponent to me that I could take down without trouble.We clashed into each other, punching and kicking and I found myself kicking harder than usual while he chuckl

Jane’s POVMartha got out her phone to call indigo since there was an emergency going on as the hall started to fill up with an anticipating crowd.The lunas had gone around telling people that I would be beaten to a pulp and they were to come and watch me get humiliated.“Please stop this madness,” Martha said after her call. “You don’t need to do this. Let’s talk about this well.”But I shook my head. I would show everyone how strong I was. I was not a weak Luna but a strong one. Whoever was in my way should prepare to get beaten down.The Luna’s entered with two huge men in security outfits. They were rough looking with scars on their faces.They did not look like they were here to play but I didn’t care. I would take them out without a sweat.“Are you sure this is how you want to go down Luna?” Lily stepped forward with her hands patting down her large evening gown which scraped against the floor. It’s light blue color going against the light pink of her minions. “Trust me, this w

Ethan’s POVI paced around the room looking for a way to bring out my proposition to that stupid alpha. At least Sullivan was looking like a better choice.“Are you sure he’ll live up to the hype put him up to?” Damian asked with a sigh. “He doesn’t seem like much.”“I’ve heard of his legendary strength. I can’t think of a better man to subdue my brother with this drug than him,” I noted. “He might be a bit dull but it doesn’t mean he isn’t strong and capable of doing so much.”Taking up my phone, I called the man.“Hello,” Sullivan picked up.Hearing his voice made me want to puke. He disgusted me but I had no choice. If I wanted this to be a success then I needed his help. His army. Everything.If he could give me some of his men to test the drugs out on, then we would create an army like no other.“You were supposed to strike while the iron was hot,” I gritted my teeth.“I did. We had a meeting yesterday and I called her the same day. What did you want me to do?”“Kidnap or kill he

Ethan’s POVThe pack of werewolves, their fur a mix of dark browns and grays under the moonlit skies, snarled and bared their razor-sharp fangs at me. They circled me with predator's instinct going through their minds as I was wary of their ability. Their eyes glinting with fiery hunger, their breaths heavy with anticipation, I knew they were out for blood. These kinds of wolves didn’t attack for fun. They attacked for hunger. They were beasts and not the good kind. Unlike Damien and his fellow rogues, this rogue preyed on packs and rogues outside their territories.They attacked desert crossers. Suddenly, they jumped to attack me as I smacked the first one away. They had underestimated my strength, my experience as a beta and the drug in my system which was pushing me to go further with my killing intents. The odds seemed stacked against me when it came to numbers but in reality, they were outnumbered due to my strength and speed. The determination burning in my eyes fueled my re