Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wicked Deeds: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

~~~Scarlett Ross's PovI walked through the woods to make my way home. Short cut I called it, it beats walking on the straight. My white blouse was now drenched, my black bra now visible in the moon light. My brown shorts that stopped mid-thigh was also wet and my boots were covered in mud. My dark hair was now wet and framing my face. I heard faint sounds coming from a distance. I made my way to the loud noise that seem to have reverberated through the entire woods. I came upon wolves playing mud rugby and knocking down there opponent with such ferocity and agility. I saw very two handsome men making their way toward the center of the field. One had blonde hair and was covered in mud. His nice blonde hair was now a dirty and muddy, but he didn't seem to care. He had the most bluest set of eyes I've ever seen. He said something to the other Greek god male. Oh. My. God. This other male was a babe! He had dark brown hair that was disheveled, I saw him rip off his white t-shirt exposing

~~~Julian's Pov I laid in bed with Elana curled up to my side. One arm underneath my head and the next one wrapped around her. I couldn't sleep. It was three in the morning. I was thinking about her. I cursed underneath my breath. Despite taking Elana to bed I still didn't feel satisfied. Call me insatiable I don't care. I still needed her. I got out of bed and took a quick shower, put on a pair of sweats and went out to the balcony. I needed air. I needed to clear my head. How do I get her out of my head? I'm not sure I want to see her again. I shouldn't see her again. Sigh, fuck me. I rub my temples trying to free my mind of all the anxiety that was slowly building up. Focus Julian, just focus. Your pack needs you now right now. No room for emotions. I stayed outside till the sun came up. I walked back into the bedroom to see Elana getting out of bed. She reached for her silk robe off the bed head and put it on, she tied the strings to complete the procedure. Her nipple jutted thr

I furrowed my brows together thinking whether I should help out the old man or not. But what about my own pack? Who will look after them? "With all due with respect Alpha Caine but I can't accept your offer. I have my own pack to look after. I'm pretty sure you understand that." I stared at him. His expression neutral."Yes Julian am fully aware of the fact that you have your own pack. I'm not saying you should leave your pack and take over mine while am gone. I'm saying that it would be helpful if you could pop in and see how Pierce is handling the duties of being an Alpha. Teach him to be a true Alpha" He explained to me. "At least think about it." Damn I didn't want this. But I do have a question to ask. He rose from his chair and went over to his desk where he was shuffling through some stack of papers."I have question Alpha Caine." He looked up from his task and stared at me with intent. "What is it that you want me to teach Pierce that he wouldn't already learn from you?"The

~~~Scarlett ' s Pov Pierce and I stood at the bar closer to the exit. I was laughing uncontrollably as he was telling me some silly joke about what girls do to get his attention. Little bastard. "Let's go for a dance Scar." He said pulling me on the dance floor where other couples were dancing. I forgot what a good dancer he is sometimes. We danced till the song ended. I told Pierce thanks before making way off the dance floor. I felt someone tugged on my hand."Pierce I told you no more dances." I groaned."Good, because I'm not Pierce." I turned around as soon as I heard what the deep and sexy male voice said. My mouth went dry as I saw who it was. Julian. He looked devilishly handsome in his all black suit that clung to his massive chest that had been customized for his frame only. He stood a good height of 6'9 towering over me. I felt small under his watchful gaze and his freakishly tall height was intimidating. His perfectly disheveled hair fell around his face nicely and hi

~~~Scarlett's PovI punched the punching bag that hung from the ceiling in the gym. My gloves connecting with the object rapidly, one jab after the other. Sweat beaded at my forehead. My arms felt swore but I didn't care. I swing my leg toward the bag kicking it like my life depended on it. I didn't pay attention to the other pack members around me. I needed to burn some steam and probably to stop think about Julian.I looked at the tangible object one last time before punching it rapidly again. My chest was heaving hard, as my lungs wanted to catch air into them. My eyes heated as I brought my fists toward the hard spongy material, hitting it firmly causing the bag to move back and forth. I took my gloves off and place them in the dispenser. I headed back to my station where I collected my bag off the ground and headed through the door. I place my bag on my shoulder while rummaging through it to find my ipod.I had a strong belief that music is life and when it hits you feel no pain.