Se connecterThe air turns tense as Nathan’s question hangs in the air.“What is he talking about, Mom?” Beth asks for the second time. Miranda refuses to look at her, so Beth tries to read her expression.Her gaze moves between them. Nathan holds a cold smirk, clearly amused despite his bloodied state, while her mother looks like she wants the ground to swallow her whole.“Mother… talk to me.” Beth reaches for her mother’s sleeve.Finally, Miranda looks at her.“D-don’t listen to him, Beth. He’s just talking nonsense.”“He just called you names and you can’t even defend yourself properly. Instead, you’re shaking. What is going on between you two?”“Oh, I’ll tell you,” Nathan says, drawing their eyes to him. “Should I do the honor, Miranda?”“Shut the fuck up!” she snaps. “I know what you’re trying to do. This isn’t what this is about. You used my daughter and now you’re twisting everything.”“I’m simply telling the truth. Your daughter deserves to know, doesn’t she?”“Know what?!” Beth snaps, her
WRITER’S POV“How long is it going to take for Jack to reach us?” Miranda rolls her eyes lazily, feet swinging as she lay on the bed.“For the millionth time, I don’t fucking know,” Austin replies, sounding slightly uneasy himself.Jack should have reached out by now. Did Drogo win? Just how long will they stay here hidden?The phone rings, shattering their worries. Miranda stands and quickly grabs it.“Don’t speak unless he does—” Austin quickly warns, but Miranda has already picked up the phone.“Hello?!" She snaps. "What is taking you so long? I thought I told you I—”“Mom?” A familiar soft voice sounds from the other side.Miranda stops breathing, eyes almost popping out from its socket.“Baby? I… is that you?” Her fingers tremble around the phone. “Where… I mean, how have you been? I’ve tried to reach you several times. Why didn’t you pick up?”Sobs wreck the other side, making Miranda’s face twist with heavy concern.“Where are you right now, baby? I’ll come get you right away.
DROGOJack feels like he is getting stronger, and I…Fuck the moonbane.“Give it up, Drogo,” Jack stalks in circles, watching as I set a dislocated arm back into place with a grunt.This has been going on for a long while now, and I can’t lie, the poison has been getting to me. Spreading incredibly fast.“You can’t beat me,” he grins, fangs baring in a smirk."Alpha. You need our help. Let us come," A voice echoes from my earphone.“No,” I whisper silently. “Stick to the plan.”It's useless if they come to help me. Jack is stronger that anyone could think because of the dark magic swirling in his vein. I can feel it at every strike of his.I straighten and grin at Jack, refusing to let him see me break. I never do.“Don’t jump to conclusions until this is over,” I let of a shaky exhale. "I'm not going down yet."Jack chuckles, shoulder shaking slightly from amusement. “You’re still running your mouth even as your body is about to break? I can tell from this angle it won't be long bef
DROGOAnother 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 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
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
ISOLDE Drogo’s breath suddenly turns uneven, his hand stopping its gentle strokes through my hair and lingering at the base of my neck. His muscles tense beneath my palm, and I immediately regret asking that question.It was a harmless one. At least, I think it is.I had assumed the name was Camil
His jaw tick at the name. He exhale, as if calming his nerves. “How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere?” No. I don't feel hurt. Except somewhere around my chest. The way he react last night replays.“I’m fine.” I take a step away from his space. His brows knot and shoulders tense. “I’m going
ISOLDE With a knot in my stomach, I sit still, letting the makeup artist dress me up. Time had flown, and it'd been three months since we returned to the territory.Drogo didn't let me out much, until today. We are attending a ball at the heart of the city. The thought of going out there makes my
“It’s an ancient language used centuries ago,” Morgan says, lifting her gaze from the brownish-red book to look at us. “Where did you find this?”Raina hesitates. “Back in the territory.”Morgan’s eyes drop to the book again. “I’ve always wanted a copy. I never thought the Alpha had it all this tim







