LOGINDROGOAnother blast pierces the air, hitting the same spot I had shot. My eyes squint. That shot had been aimed between his eyes.Why did it hit the neck again?Jack stumbles on one foot instead of hitting the floor like the other men being taken down.I take another shot, but something shocking happens.Jack catches the next bullet with his bare hand, his head snapping back into place with a dull crack.Those grey eyes have turned into molten, flaming glowing orbs.He opens his palm and glances down at the bullet he caught.Three more blasts release. One from me and the others from the Alphas.But like a blur, Jack is gone.A sudden chill rises behind me. I react quickly. The tree beside me explodes under Jack’s fist, splitting in half.I land several feet away.This bastard is stronger than I thought.“It seems I underestimated you, Alpha,” Jack straightens and glances over his shoulder, dust swirling in the air between us. “You are as they say. The unbeatable immortal Alpha.”“It’s
WRITER’S POVWRITER’S POV“What is taking them so long?” Miranda asks as she paces the room, arms folded. “They should have called by now.”“Relax, your new boyfriend will be here soon,” Austin mumbles, his eyes fixed on the document in his hand.“Are you going to stare at that all day? You are never getting the throne. You should just give up and let your son take it,” she says, playing with her fingers. “He seems smarter than you.”Austin sighs. “You are the reason I missed being king. Your blabbing, stupid questions, and irritating acts would have resulted in my death if I still had the throne.”With a smirk, Miranda walks over and pokes his head.“You will never have the throne. You are just as pathetic as the rest of us. Want me to start listing all the irritating things you've done? I may like many men, but a rapist—one who goes as far as raping girls? I hate them with every vein in my body.”Austin raises his head, eyes spitting fire.“And you think Jack is better off having th
DROGOLight flickers above, revealing the dead, slaughtered bodies sprawled on the floor.Ripped limbs. Bones. Wide eyes of fear, with blood flowing like a river.The room is ten times crueler than a slaughterhouse. I hear a female in the corner retch and vomit.I signal my men with a nod to take the women and children to safety.It’s been a long while since I’ve let these demons loose. Since I let myself bathe in the blood of my enemies. Even my men look like demons from hell—red-eyed Alphas.I only summon them when a battle requires going all out.“Elston,” one of the red Alphas spoke—a dangerous Mafia don who resides in Italy. “You should go get your wife. We’ll handle the rest from here.”I nod and leave. The elevator feels longer than usual. My heart pounds fast in my chest at the thought of Isolde alone with that motherfucker.I know my wife is strong. I’ve seen her strength several times and was shocked by it, especially while she trained.But this time is different.She’d been
Writer's POVNathan staggers back in shock, eyes widened to the limit, face pale.“What is it, Nathan? Aren't you happy to see me well?”He shuts his eyes and shakes his head in denial.“This is fucking impossible. There is no way you are...” He pauses and glances at her again. Only then does he truly realize she is well.A laugh bursts from his lips. Soft and low at first before filling the room.“This is good, actually. Somehow I was worried I wouldn’t be able to hear you while I do all kinds of things to you, but... since you are well, I guess I don’t have to worry about that anymore.”She scoffs.“Even if you are well, Isolde, you can’t escape this place. It’s filled and surrounded by deadly wolves that will take pleasure in tearing you apart. You are all alone here... even the Moon Goddess can’t save you now, can she?”She rises to her feet and reaches to unbutton the hospital dress.Nathan’s lips curl, thinking she is submitting, but as the black leather outfit is revealed benea
Hidden place.Nathan’s chest heaves as he gives Miranda one last thrust before shooting his ropes of cum into the condom.Hysterical laughter burst from Miranda’s lips as she squirts, the fluid dropping to the floor. Nathan pulls away, disposes of the used condom, and washes himself in the same bathroom while Miranda watches him.“No more rounds, old slut. I have to keep myself for Isolde. Jack is taking me to her soon.”Miranda’s smile disappears. She stops touching herself and walks up to hug him from behind. “Why do you like that bitch so much?”Nathan pushes her away with a hiss. “Do not call that ever again."Miranda pulled closer, ignoring his glare. “You heard Jack. She's never healing from the toxin that paralyzed her. Don't tell me you're planning to fuck her that way. You don't have that weird kink, do you?”“Whether I do is none of your business," Nathan mutters, applying shaving cream to his jaw. “As long as she's still breathing. She is going to be mine. I will first c
WRITER’S POVJack watches Riana run out of breath, her eyes widening with realization as she staggers back.“He’ll tear you apart the moment you confess, and I’m going to watch that happen unless you do whatever I ask.”She shakes her head, tears burning at the corners of her eyes.“I can’t... I was only trying to save her.”“Save her? You poisoned her, little human. And now her mind is trapped in her own body while her pup fights for its life. How do you think that will look to Drogo when the camera footage shows your face?”He pulls out his phone and shows the screen to her. It reveals footage of her injecting Isolde with a foreign substance.“You have no proof to drag me into this. But I do have proof that you made this toxin all by yourself.”Anger etches her face. She slams both fists against his chest.“You set me up!” she yells.He quickly puts a hand over her mouth.“Shh... You don’t want the guards to hear us, do you?” He smirks. “If they do, the Alpha will find out you broke
Groans and whispers invade the comforting darkness. I try to ignore it, but it grows louder, invading even more. My eyes flutter open, brows creasing as I search the dim room. Only then do I see a figure on the other side of the bed. A scream almost passes my lips before I recall last night. It
At this point, I am convinced the Moon Goddess hates me.So many problems all at once, and I do not even know where to begin. Should I just count my days and accept my impending doom? Or keep risking everything to save Mother?I sigh under the night shower, letting the water wash away the soap clin
DROGOThe tension in the room is so tense I can taste it at the tip of my tongue. It's savory. The kind you wouldn't wish for it to end soon.I love the look on Aldric most especially. He looked like a man holding back a million different strategic thoughts to murder me, but as the pathetic male he
“This is one thing I hope, my dark wolf. Once you’re done using that mysterious bride of yours, you’re going to toss her away.”Those were the last words I heard from Camilla before leaving the dining room. They stuck in my head like glue. Drogo did not push her away or say a word. He simply let he







