Jarek I watch Warren storm off the room while Gianna places her arms around Isaac and Emmanuel in an attempt to comfort them. They look dejected as they stare in the direction of the door, unable to accept that their brother wants to abandon them. A solemn air has washed over the entire room because this is probably the first time that we all have acknowledged that these rogues are just like us. Earlier, all the thought the rogues were nothing but evil and manipulative beings that had no feelings of right or wrong. But seeing these pups is like a wake-up call for every one of us because they aren't different from anyone of us. When I look at everyone, I notice the hint of guilt in everyone's gaze because somewhere, we have also wronged them just because they are rogues. Gianna looks at me, her own gaze brimming with unshed tears. Nodding my head at her, I stand up silently, telling her not to worry about anything. I didn't need to announce that the Church was over, as everyone a
Gianna "Aren't you the cutest pup ever?" I boop the puppy's nose and coo at him. In case you are wondering, it is not a wolf pup. It is actually a puppy who wandered into our clubhouse. These big werewolf bikers are clueless creatures because they are looking at this tiny baby as if they have seen something weird. Tony held the puppy with his scruff as a circle of curious bikers formed around him when I rescued this poor puppy from them. "Come here, puppy!" Sitting on my knees, I slap my thighs as I call the wobbly thing to get into my lap. He falls on his own feet as he attempts to come to me. OMG, I am going to cry because he is so cute. "Yes, you can do it." I cheer him when he again gets on his four and walks to me. "Are you lost, sweetheart?" I pick him up as soon as he nears me and hug him closely, "Where is your mama?" He snuggles closer to me and lets out cute noises. "I had sent the prospect to go and search around to look for mom." Tony runs his hand over his bald
Gianna I am trying to engage in a conversation with other club members, but I often find myself spacing out. My mind keeps on drifting to Jarek. the worry about his safety is clawing in my heart. Not only his but dad's and other club members who are with them. This meeting unnerves me because maybe I am aware it is because of that it is happening in the first place. If anything goes wrong, then I will not be able to forgive myself ever. Picking up the glass of ice water, I take a large sip while everyone at the table enjoys their beer. This wait is making me physically sick. A few minutes later, I feel bile rising up my throat, causing me to hop off the chair and run to the nearby toilet. Monica rushes inside the toilet along with Karen as I heave my guts over the toilet bowl. She grabs my hair to keep them away from my face, and Karen sits beside me on the bathroom tiles, holding my hand. I keep up throwing up, emptying the contents of my stomach until there is nothing left.
Jarek "Alpha Jarek, thank you for giving us your time." One of the elders speaks, approaching us quickly, while the rest stay back at a safe distance, seeming wary of us, "We are sorry for meeting here, as even though we trust you, we are just making sure to keep our families safe." He looks apologetic as his eyes flicker to the scrapyard of the neutral land. When Warren told me about the rogue families, I never realized that they would run everything so systematically. From Warren's talks, it almost feels like a pack because of the tight-knitted community they are. We are here to meet a few of the elder rogues of the community. Much to our surprise, they look almost like any other werewolf, minus the red tinge around their irises, a clear giveaway of their status as rogues. Rogues are insane and devoid of any feelings, or at least that is how I used to think before meeting these people. "I understand. I am aware of your situation." "If it is not much to ask, can you please pa
Jarek My wolf is clawing to come outside, but since I can't communicate with these rogue wolves in my wolf form, I need to stay in my human form. Warren is also fighting in his human form beside me, as he is the bridge between the rogue wolves and me. He can communicate with them through the mindlink, even in his human form, just like I can within my wolves. These rogues fight dirty and have raw, untamed energy, which is working in our favor in this situation, as these hunters can't judge their attacks. Daniel and my wolves will be here in more or less ten minutes. Until then, we have to hold back these hunters from reaching the females and children. The way these rogues are fighting, I don't think we will have any problem in keeping these hunters away from the building. The aura of Warren is strong as his wolf has come forward. He has taken two hunters down effortlessly, even in his human form, which is something commendable as these hunters match werewolves' strength and agility
JarekClutching the fabric in my fist, I raise my nose to sniff it. Then I sniff the air in the hope of finding a trace of the smell. The air lingers with the faint smell of her, making me anxious because I can sense fear mixed with her scent.The feeling of rage brews inside me, thinking about her in danger.I don't know why; I am feeling so protective over this stranger, and it seems weird because I have never felt this way.What is even more surprising is that my wolf is also sharing the feeling of protectiveness as I am. And that is something out of the ordinary because one wolf only shares concerns with someone with whom it is connected. My wolf howls inside me, wanting to find this girl.I tried to follow the scent, but after reaching the other corner, it became so faint that it was hard for me to follow. The feeling of suffocation encases my heart for not being able to find her. The thought of not being able to find her is making me and my wolf upset.Clenching my jaws, I loo
Gianna When I step outside the room, sure enough, a large black wolf is growling ferociously at everyone. Xavier is standing beside the carcass of someone, and the blood dripping down from Jarek's jaws is enough to tell me that he is the one to have served justice to this person. From the corner of my eye, I glance at the mutilated body to notice a mop of familiar hair, and I realize this is the new bartender whom the club has appointed in the absence of Lily. My eyes flicker to Xavier, and then I stare at the glass in his hand. It is the same glass from which I have drank water. His eyes are still black as he looks at me and nods his head slowly as if answering my silent question. The glass in his hand shatters as he clutches it tightly in his fist. and then he throws it beside the body laying on the ground. He looks at him with hatred, and I am afraid that he is ready to damage the already mutilated body even more. I don't think, at this moment, I have in me to stomach any
Jarek The moment when I heard that someone had tried to kill Gianna, all I could see was red. I can tolerate anything, but I would never tolerate anything against her. She is my limit, and if someone dares to cross that, then I will forget everything and will not stop until I have avenged her. The thought of something happening to her rattles me from inside; it is my worst fear. My wolf felt that she wasn't okay; that's why he purely acted on his instinct and rushed to her without thinking about anything. All that mattered to us was Gianna, and everything else seemed nothing to us. I reached the clubhouse at the exact moment when that motherfucker confessed that he did give something to Gianna. Xavier was forcing the truth out of him, but he was not ready to give the name of the person who was actually behind it. Since we had lost all our patience, so we just wanted the blood of that bastard who dared to hurt our mate. Our rage was uncontrollable, and we gave into our rage and en