Sarah pov"Why the hell do you have your hands all over her?" That voice... So deep and full of anger. Just hearing those words sends a shiver down my spine. Perhaps I'm selfish, but I don't want anyone near Lenox and me. Not that I'm fond of the guy, but he just saved me and gave me the comfort I didn't know I needed. I've never stood up to my brother like that before, and it was an absolute pleasure to see a man who could bring Angus to his knees. Angus has always had a death wish of sorts- he's known for his unpredictable nature and fearless nature in our pack. That's why father has decided that Angus will take over the cats when his time is up. I let out a deep sigh, mumble a weak thank you and push Lenox away from me. Now that we have company, we can't ignore it. I expect to see fuming Lazarus, but instead of that scary son of a bitch, I'm faced with angry Luka. His hands are clenched into fists; the vein on his neck might pop out if he doesn't lose the damn tension. I tilt
Lazarus povSometimes I feel like there's no bigger cockblocker than my own damn brothers. And at this point, it's not just a feeling. Let's be fair- what could be a bigger turn-off than watching someone drag your man out of the building?Should I punch Luka's gut, rearrange his face or go for the easiest option: murder? I have no idea which I'll choose, but I'm leaning far too close to the latter option. He's blown my chances with an insanely attractive cat shifter. I keep wondering about this bullshit even after my brothers leave, and I'm left alone with the urgent need for a plan. A bet, they said...How could I make a woman fall in love with me? I mean, I could rail her until she can taste the damn stars, but is that enough to reach her on an emotional level? Sarah isn't my everyday quickie or a one-night stand. One look at her was enough for me to want to claim her. I'm taking a big risk here because women like Sarah were created to be worshipped and loved, not used and thrown
Sarah povI wake up wrapped in the most comfortable sheets ever. I'm surrounded by a scent of fresh lavender and heavy musk. Everything about this setting feels foreign and strangely familiar at the same time. As I manage to rub the last remnants of sleep from my eyes and take in the scenery, I remember that I'm not at the cabin anymore. Lazarus caught up with me and took me to his territory, his home.If only I could find the right words to describe how grateful I am for him. Sure Lazarus comes across as an arrogant, possessive asshole, but he has a big, loving heart that he tries to hide. Like others, he has a past and secrets, and I'm sure someone or something has hurt him so deeply that he's afraid to truly enjoy his feelings. I have no intention of starting a relationship with anyone, but I don't want to hurt his feelings either. Later, hopefully, we'll have time to catch up with this situation. I have to tell him that I appreciate his help, but it ends there. Besides, I have
Lenox pov It's not that I enjoy being the bad guy in someone's story.. No, scratch that- I very much enjoy being the bad guy when overly sensitive snowflakes tell the stories. Anyway, once again, I managed to be the bad guy in someone's story; to be more precise- in Luka's story. I didn't do shit, I just stood by and watched him mess up his chances, yet I'm supposed to feel bad? Why should I? All is fair in love and war, and I'm actually eager to win the bet. Unlike someone. "I can't believe she left," Luka repeats for what might be the millionth time. For the past few hours, he's been pacing the cabin and repeating the same crap over and over again. Not that I should tell him it'd be better if he tried to catch up with Sarah, right? I mean, a good brother would do just that, but he already pointed out how bad I am far too many times, so I'll just stick to the role Luka gave me."I can't believe she fucking left!" Luka growls again. Is this guy that stupid, or is this all just
Lazarus pov Since yesterday, I can't get rid of the thoughts about my brother. Being the youngest of three, Lenox immediately earned the title of a favourite child, even though we're triplets. Usually, parents choose their favourites based on age differences, but that wasn't the case in our family. As a result, he got away with a lot more crap than Luka, and I would've thought we could do together. No, screw that; Luka and I couldn't have done half the things Lenox did in his first ten years in our entire lives together. To explain my youngest brother as briefly as possible- he's a maniac, and our parents think his behaviour is cute. The morning came earlier than expected, possibly because I couldn't fall asleep due to the lack of the promised text message from Lenox. I wonder what that psychopath ended up doing. The most likely scenario involves a lot of blood, a manic laugh and body parts added to his stupid collection. "For fuck's sake!" I hiss under my breath as I kick of
Lenox povIf my dear brothers think I'd be one to drop an issue, they're so bloody wrong; it's hilarious. See what I did there? Bloody, that's a pun for what I intend to enjoy. A childish giggle escapes my lips as I approach the forest line. Every time I plan some fun, I can't help but get overly excited at the thoughts running through my mind. And the closer I get to the action, the more my body trembles.I tighten my grip around the axe and take a deep breath in preparation for the weekend trip to the happy land. For the record- I never asked him to get in my way or test my patience. I'm but a consequence rather than the problem. A possibly far too friendly smile spreads across my lips as I walk into the forest. Now, this is where the real fun begins.I watch my surroundings and the ground, ensuring I don't step on any branches as I approach my target. It'd be a waste of time if I gave away my location to someone who's not supposed to see me coming.As I predicted, he's too stupi
Luka povBy the time my youngest brother storms into my office, I've already forgotten how many whiskey bottles I've emptied. My father used to say that social drinking isn't a problem if you can control yourself under the influence, but it becomes a real problem once you start drinking alone. Maybe he was right, but the last thing I need is company. It's just me, the whiskey and my thoughts. "You look like shit," Lenox laughs as he drops into the small armchair. He looks ridiculous sitting there; his body is far too big for him to be comfortable. But who am I to point that out to him? Besides, his clothes are covered in blood, and I'm pretty sure it's not his, and I don't want to hear about his midnight adventures. Whatever reason he had to come here will end in one of two things - I'll throw up after he tells me about the fun he had, or I'll call our parents and try to put pressure on the asylum we talked about. "Why are you here?" I try to look past him. The sight of blood oft
Sarah povI open my eyes, and yet again, I'm wrapped in comfortable sheets and surrounded by the heavy but blissful scent of Alpha Lazarus. Snippets of memories attack me like an unwanted slide show. Everything that happened, God knows how long ago- the beautiful children, the chance to shift and be myself, and of course, the moment of weakness when I told Lazarus enough for him to understand that there are far more nightmares I'm running from than just a few demons from the past. If it were up to me, I'd hide from everything and everyone. Even from the Alphas, who have been nothing but amazing to me. Luka, Lazarus and Lenox have done so much for me. I couldn't find words to describe how grateful I am. But despite their kindness, I wish I'd never met them. The monsters that haunt me are more powerful than they can imagine, and some of them can't be stopped.Sure, I wish I could feel safe and unreachable for once, but I can't risk the lives of many innocent wolves because of selfis