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Maddox’s POV: "I don't even know where we should start looking for them," Damien screeched, throwing another one of his tantrums. “I mean, look at this thing; it's massive," he waved at the world map sprawled over my office desk. They could be here or here or here," he said while jabbing his finger at random spots on the map. Not liking the hint of defeat in his voice, Caleb eyed him and said, "At least we know they are nowhere in any of the Supernatural territories. So that leaves us with human territory." "Which is huge and cannot be explored openly unless we get the permit from the Councils, which, let me just add for the record, we won't be getting anytime soon," Damien shot back, already deciding that nothing could be done now. My nostrils flared as I glared at him. Leaning forward, I planted my elbows on the desk and gritted out, "So what do you suggest, Damien? Should we all just accept the defeat and continue living our pathetic lives as we've been doing so for the last fi
Iliana's POV: “Bro, I am telling you, Dr. Zevaric definitely has the hots for Krista,” Thea whispered beside me in class, eyes darting between the two in the lecture hall. I followed her line of vision, ready to debunk her ridiculous observation, but…the way our professor was eyeing my classmate, I wasn’t so sure now. “I mean, just look at the way he is gawking at her as if he has already torn off her clothes in his mind. I bet Krista is dripping wet in her seat right now.” Thea snickered. “Ew, Thea, stop it. He is our Professor, for God’s sake,” I shook my head. “Which only makes it even hotter," she winked and drawled, "Forbidden romance is my favorite trope anyway. Teacher and student or Stalker and…” I cut her off before she could finish that sentence, “The way you steer everything back to my stalker so smoothly should be studied by a team of psychologists." __________ In our free period, we made our way to the cafeteria. Stopping in front of the food station, Thea squealed
Maddox’s POV:My footsteps felt heavy as I walked through the ancient hallways. Ghosts from the past clung to these walls, watching and mocking me as I stopped outside the massive doors.Every muscle in my body was knotted tightly as I peeked into the Throne room.Dark, cold, and haunted.As soon as my gaze landed on the huge throne, my mind flooded with flashbacks of the night that still haunted me in my dreams.Closing my eyes briefly, I heaved a huge breath and stepped inside. The stench of blood and failure wafted into my nostrils, causing bile to rise in my throat.I peeled my eyes off the devastatingly glorious throne and spotted Eldric standing before the huge, floor-to-ceiling window. With arms crossed behind his back, he stared into the moonless night like a war general contemplating unleashing his wrath.The sound of my footsteps echoed in the eerie silence as I walked closer to him.Without turning around, Eldric grumbled, “It’s been fifteen years,” his voice firm and heavy
Maddox's POV:I cut the engine and jumped out of the jeep, fishing my phone from my pocket. Not wanting distractions while I was buried in pleasure, I’d turned it off before entering Iliana's apartment last night.While making my way into the pack house, I pressed the power button. The moment it turned on, it started buzzing in my hand with dozens of notifications.Frowning at the screen, I noticed text messages as well as phone calls from Eldric, Caleb, and Aiden. My footsteps quickened as I wondered what could have been the emergency for them to bombard my phone with so many calls and texts.I had just climbed one of the two stairs leading into the pack house when a low whistle, familiar but irking, erupted in the air. I would gladly prefer molten lava to be poured into my ears than listen to this shit.Halting my footsteps, I glanced up from the screen to see my stepbrother leaning against the pillar. Arms folded in front of his chest, he looked me up and down with an assessing gaz
Iliana’s POV:The first thing I felt after waking up was the sweet pain I would love to get used to. I yawned and tried to stretch, only to wince because I was sore in places I never knew could feel pleasure.I rolled over the mattress, instinctively reaching for the man who whispered filthy poetry to me while worshipping every inch of my body last night. Even though I knew he wouldn’t be there, my heart still sank when I found the bed cold and empty.Wrapped around in the tangled sheets, I lay still and stared at the ceiling, already missing his warmth. My body was still humming with the remnants of last night, my lips tingling with every kiss, my skin burning with every touch.I glanced at my wrists and spotted faint marks where he had tied me. Even though the fabric was silk and soft against my skin, the way I was thrashing with pleasure while writhing under him left impressions on my wrists.I wanted to stay in bed and relive last night, but that was the kind of leisure I couldn’t
Maddox’s POV:I watched her lie back on the bed as I commanded. The darkness swallowed the room, but I could see every inch of her ravishing body because of my sharpened eyesight.Heat ignited inside me at the way that lace hugged her body like a second skin. I couldn't wait to peel it off her.Tilting my head to the side, I roamed my eyes all over her body, taking in her curves and memorizing the way her body was carved so perfectly, “You have no idea how ethereal you look like this... spread out just for me.”Her breathing hitched, but instead of crawling into bed with her, I stepped backward. My eyes stubbornly refused to avert from the bewitching beauty lying in front of me.Slowly making my way to her almirah, I opened the door and slid open a particular drawer. My hand rummaged through it until it landed on the silk scarf.Her eyes followed my movement as I returned to the bed. I stopped at the footboard and tilted my head to admire the art I wanted to ruin. Auburn hair sprawlin