Maddox’s POV:
I was making my way into the pack mansion when I sensed his presence. Only Eldric Fenrow could carry that kind of silence with so much grace. Back in the day, he was my Father’s Beta, his best friend, and in my earliest memories, I still remember him as one. He used to crack jokes all the time, laughed heartily, went on hunts with my father, and trained me to be a warrior. But now, after years of loneliness and darkness, it was hard to believe he was the same man. It had been 15 years since he even smiled. I had forgotten the sound of his laughter or the way his eyes lit up whenever he saw his mate. Now there was nothing but darkness lurking in those orbs. “You’re late,” he said blankly while stepping into the clearing. Turning around to face him, I answered blankly, “I was busy with something.” There was no need to mention what exactly I was busy with. He remained silent and only assessed me with a watchful gaze before finally moving toward me. His broad shoulders heaved up and down as he took a deep breath before inquiring, “Is there something I need to know, Maddox?” He knew. Of course, he did. Eldric Fenrow had the eyes of a hawk and the spirit of a ghost. He was everywhere at once. He knew everything he wished to know. I had never hidden anything from him. Why would I? After my father’s murder, he was the only one who held me closer. Even though he was known as my mentor, for me, he wasn’t any less of a fatherly figure. He taught me everything I needed to know and prepared me for what I needed to do. But for some deranged reason, this part of my life, this fucked up part, I wanted to keep it to myself. I wanted to keep HER to myself. It felt as if I would say it aloud, all of that would vanish…or maybe bleed into reality. A reality that was nothing more than a myth in my world. So, squaring my shoulders, I lifted my head and looked straight into Eldric’s eyes before blurting out a white lie, “I don’t think so.” His gaze narrowed, but never wavered away. After a moment’s pause, I whipped around and stepped toward the mansion when his words stopped me dead in my tracks, “You have been spending a lot of time in the human territory lately.” Tilting my head to the side, I looked over my shoulder, “And I don’t see how any of that is your concern.” Well, that was brutal of me to say that. But he remained calm and composed while moving in front of me, “You have always been focused, Maddox. For the last 15 years, I’d never once seen you distracted from your mission.” His voice lowered with a hint of sadness as he stared into the forest I’d just come from, “But things seemed to have changed now.” My fist clenched at my side, “That’s nothing but gibberish you’re talking about.” Ignoring my comment, he continued staring into the distance, “I wonder what fractured that kind of resolve.” I tensed at his words. I stayed silent because I had nothing to say that would justify my actions. After all, he was right. I had been distracted lately. For 15 years, my head was set straight on achieving my goal, and nothing could have ever succeeded in distracting me. But lately, those auburn hair and hazel eyes were all I’d wanted to chase. When the silence stretched far too long and none of us uttered a word, Eldric finally let out a tiring sigh, “You must not forget your oath. Your responsibility. Your father’s blood is still waiting for justice for 15 years and…”I cut him off sharply, “Neither have I forgotten nor have I turned away from my responsibility.” He stared at me for a few moments before his shoulders slouched in defeat, “But your footsteps have been wandering. And they are taking you away from everything you’re meant to be.” Lifting his hand, he rested on my shoulder and squeezed tightly, “You are treading on a dangerous path. Blending your world with those of humans? Dangerous thing to do.” He didn’t take her name. He didn’t need to. The way his gaze narrowed slightly, his tone turned cold and bitter at the mention of her, told me enough. He knew everything, and he didn’t like any of that one bit. Something unsettled deep inside me. I didn’t need anyone’s approval about what I was doing. But Eldric…he was important to me. Sucking in a sharp inhale, I muttered, “You won’t understand.” His gaze turned razor-like sharp, “I don’t need to,” he spat venomously. Taking an abrupt step away from me, he continued, “I only need to remind you of your mission. I’m here to make sure you don’t forget who you are. And why were you chosen. And what’s at stake. The heir of your father’s killer is still out there. You promised justice, and you need to serve it so that you can finally take your rightful place as the Alpha of this pack after a long wait of 15 years.” He shook his head slowly. Disappointment flashed in his eyes as he whispered, “Do not let this obsession turn your responsibility into treason.” His eyes narrowed into tiny slits, “Or you know about the consequences it’d have.” Jerking his hand in the air, he pointed toward the forest, “I know what you did two nights ago, Maddox.” His eyes blazed with anger, “Reckless. So very reckless of you.”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
Illiana’s POV: I made myself a sandwich for dinner, but the way my stomach was churning with nerves and anticipation, I couldn’t take a bite. Ever since opening that box, my body had been trembling with molten shivers. In a feeble attempt to cool it off, I hopped under the cold shower. I shaved…not for him. I shaved regularly. I did it in the morning, but twice a day wasn’t a big deal...right? Wrapping a bathrobe around myself, I returned to my bedroom. The box sat on the bed, quiet and yet the loudest. My insides queased with a mixture of so many emotions that I couldn’t pick them apart. Was I really going to do it? Lifting the box in my hands, I moved toward the mirror. I didn't realize the girl staring back at me. I’d never met this Iliana before...so bold, so confident. It was his doing. He had peeled my layers, dived right into me, and planted this crazy madness deep inside me that I was ready to hand myself over to him…for the whole night. A shiver ran down my s
Iliana’s POV:Throwing my head against the door, I squeezed my eyes shut and panted heavily. His words, dripping with dark desire and sinful temptation, echoed in my head and burned me from the inside out.Suddenly, I jumped out of my skin as a deafening shriek erupted. It belonged to Thea. And it was coming from my bedroom. The bedroom where I’d dumped those nails…fuck.Peeling away from the door, I stormed into my bedroom and found Thea studying the nails as if they were some cute set of acrylics she had purchased recently.She didn’t seem afraid at all. If anything, she was intrigued as she grazed her fingers over the edges of the bloodied nails.Noticing me in the doorway, she whipped around. Her lips stretched into a creepy grin as she drawled, “Is it what I think it is, Iliana?”Her eyes flickered to the note, and she started reading it.Her jaw dropped. “Holy. Fucking. Shit,” she exclaimed.I collapsed onto the bed and sighed heavily, “I know.”“No, Iliana. That’s like...premiu