Sarah povI wake up wrapped in the most comfortable sheets ever. I'm surrounded by a scent of fresh lavender and heavy musk. Everything about this setting feels foreign and strangely familiar at the same time. As I manage to rub the last remnants of sleep from my eyes and take in the scenery, I remember that I'm not at the cabin anymore. Lazarus caught up with me and took me to his territory, his home.If only I could find the right words to describe how grateful I am for him. Sure Lazarus comes across as an arrogant, possessive asshole, but he has a big, loving heart that he tries to hide. Like others, he has a past and secrets, and I'm sure someone or something has hurt him so deeply that he's afraid to truly enjoy his feelings. I have no intention of starting a relationship with anyone, but I don't want to hurt his feelings either. Later, hopefully, we'll have time to catch up with this situation. I have to tell him that I appreciate his help, but it ends there. Besides, I have
Lenox pov It's not that I enjoy being the bad guy in someone's story.. No, scratch that- I very much enjoy being the bad guy when overly sensitive snowflakes tell the stories. Anyway, once again, I managed to be the bad guy in someone's story; to be more precise- in Luka's story. I didn't do shit, I just stood by and watched him mess up his chances, yet I'm supposed to feel bad? Why should I? All is fair in love and war, and I'm actually eager to win the bet. Unlike someone. "I can't believe she left," Luka repeats for what might be the millionth time. For the past few hours, he's been pacing the cabin and repeating the same crap over and over again. Not that I should tell him it'd be better if he tried to catch up with Sarah, right? I mean, a good brother would do just that, but he already pointed out how bad I am far too many times, so I'll just stick to the role Luka gave me."I can't believe she fucking left!" Luka growls again. Is this guy that stupid, or is this all just
Lazarus pov Since yesterday, I can't get rid of the thoughts about my brother. Being the youngest of three, Lenox immediately earned the title of a favourite child, even though we're triplets. Usually, parents choose their favourites based on age differences, but that wasn't the case in our family. As a result, he got away with a lot more crap than Luka, and I would've thought we could do together. No, screw that; Luka and I couldn't have done half the things Lenox did in his first ten years in our entire lives together. To explain my youngest brother as briefly as possible- he's a maniac, and our parents think his behaviour is cute. The morning came earlier than expected, possibly because I couldn't fall asleep due to the lack of the promised text message from Lenox. I wonder what that psychopath ended up doing. The most likely scenario involves a lot of blood, a manic laugh and body parts added to his stupid collection. "For fuck's sake!" I hiss under my breath as I kick of
Lenox povIf my dear brothers think I'd be one to drop an issue, they're so bloody wrong; it's hilarious. See what I did there? Bloody, that's a pun for what I intend to enjoy. A childish giggle escapes my lips as I approach the forest line. Every time I plan some fun, I can't help but get overly excited at the thoughts running through my mind. And the closer I get to the action, the more my body trembles.I tighten my grip around the axe and take a deep breath in preparation for the weekend trip to the happy land. For the record- I never asked him to get in my way or test my patience. I'm but a consequence rather than the problem. A possibly far too friendly smile spreads across my lips as I walk into the forest. Now, this is where the real fun begins.I watch my surroundings and the ground, ensuring I don't step on any branches as I approach my target. It'd be a waste of time if I gave away my location to someone who's not supposed to see me coming.As I predicted, he's too stupi
Luka povBy the time my youngest brother storms into my office, I've already forgotten how many whiskey bottles I've emptied. My father used to say that social drinking isn't a problem if you can control yourself under the influence, but it becomes a real problem once you start drinking alone. Maybe he was right, but the last thing I need is company. It's just me, the whiskey and my thoughts. "You look like shit," Lenox laughs as he drops into the small armchair. He looks ridiculous sitting there; his body is far too big for him to be comfortable. But who am I to point that out to him? Besides, his clothes are covered in blood, and I'm pretty sure it's not his, and I don't want to hear about his midnight adventures. Whatever reason he had to come here will end in one of two things - I'll throw up after he tells me about the fun he had, or I'll call our parents and try to put pressure on the asylum we talked about. "Why are you here?" I try to look past him. The sight of blood oft
Sarah povI open my eyes, and yet again, I'm wrapped in comfortable sheets and surrounded by the heavy but blissful scent of Alpha Lazarus. Snippets of memories attack me like an unwanted slide show. Everything that happened, God knows how long ago- the beautiful children, the chance to shift and be myself, and of course, the moment of weakness when I told Lazarus enough for him to understand that there are far more nightmares I'm running from than just a few demons from the past. If it were up to me, I'd hide from everything and everyone. Even from the Alphas, who have been nothing but amazing to me. Luka, Lazarus and Lenox have done so much for me. I couldn't find words to describe how grateful I am. But despite their kindness, I wish I'd never met them. The monsters that haunt me are more powerful than they can imagine, and some of them can't be stopped.Sure, I wish I could feel safe and unreachable for once, but I can't risk the lives of many innocent wolves because of selfis
Angus povThat motherfucker.I don't care about minor injuries; I never did, but to say I enjoy returning home near death would be a fucking lie.The axe stuck in my thigh is nothing but a reminder that my throat wasn't near as lucky as my leg. I didn't do shit to deserve such treatment. Firstly, technically, I was camping and minding my own business. All I needed was some time to figure out the next step and how to get my sister back to our father. But now, not only do I return home empty-handed, but also wounded and about to bleed to death if I don't get medical help within a few minutes. Thank God, the guards clear the road as soon as my car approaches the gated community and send a number of servants to await my arrival at the main entrance. I don't step out of the car; no, I fucking fall out of it, gasping for air. "Get the medics!" Someone shouts at the top of their lungs as dozens of heavy footsteps approach me. My vision blurs; the only thing I can think about is my fath
Lenox pov Listen, I don't think I'm the brightest star in the sky. I'm not the prettiest biscuit in the jar either, but that's not important right now. Sitting across from Luka and watching his face turn bright red while he grinds his teeth is awesome as fuck, but I don't need to be a genius to understand that he's pissed. Under other circumstances, I'd enjoy myself, but with my brother, I feel a little uncomfortable. I take a deep breath and run my fingers through my hair. "Come on, Luka, open your mouth and scream at me. Or at least throw something heavy at my head. If you behave, I won't dodge the objects flying at me, brother." I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. I firmly believe that balance is important in everyone's life. Luka's so serious and grumpy that I think he needs a little fun here and there, but these days, he's either a damn grump or a nervous teenager. From what I heard about his behaviour when Sarah arrived, I couldn't believe that snitch was describing my br