Leah's POV Just when I was trying so hard to process this, my phone buzzed. An unknown number. Feeling disturbed, I picked up my phone. "Hey, Leah! It's Damian! Do you remember me? I'm the delivery guy from Mediland!" "Oh, yes. Sure. Damian! I haven't heard from you for a long time. Is everything OK with you?" Damian's voice sounded full of energy, "Yeah! Uma finally agrees to give me some days off, and I'm in town now! I don't know anyone in Skagen City, so I thought to myself, why not give you a call and ask you out for dinner?" I hesitated and said, "Listen, Damian, I really want to go out with you tonight. It's just I've been caught up with something and I really can't.." "Oh, OK. I totally understand." Damian's voice sounded disappointed. He wasn't the kind of person who was able to conceal his true feelings. "It's OK. I feel ashamed for calling you. What's on my mind? Calling you just like this. I'm so sorry. I'm hanging up right now..." "No... No! Damian! Don't hang up!
Leah's POV Damian stood tall. His posture was strong and confident. As we hit the dance floor, he took a step forward, extending his arm towards me. I stood before him with my eyes fixed on his. I was wearing a flowing red dress that accentuates the curves of my body. I had never thought that I would wear this dress while dancing tango in front of a hundred people with a man that I barely knew. My hair was styled elegantly, pinned up to reveal my slender neck. "I love your hair, Leah. All you need to do is to relax and go with the flow," Damian lowered his head and whispered into my ear. I took a deep breath and placed my hand on his outstretched arm with my fingers lightly brushing against his skin. As the music intensified, Damian began to lead me in a series of intricate steps. He moved with precision and grace with his feet gliding across the floor as if in a trance. I had no other option but to follow his lead. To my surprise, my body was perfectly in sync with his. That
Leah's POV "No, Damian, please listen to me..." I whispered. Damian didn't say anything. He pushed Lucas away and walked out of the restaurant with everyone staring at him. Feeling desperate, I gave Lucas a dark look and chased Damian out of the restaurant. "Damian, please stop and listen to me!" I tried to pull Damian's arm and stop him, but he threw my hand away. "Don't touch me, Leah! I know a rich girl like you would never be the right match for a poor boy like me. Go back to your husband, Leah. And do me a favor. Do not say yes to a man next time they ask you out for dinner if you're married! It makes me look ridiculous! Shame on you!" Damian barked at me. Feeling heartbroken, I lowered my head. Tears of shame dropped from my eyes. People passing by stopped to look at us. I had never been openly accused like this. How am I going to explain to Damian that I got rejected by an asshole who ignored me for five years and now he came back to me, trying to drag me down and spoil e
Leah's POV "I wear nothing when I sweep the floor, Mr. Mayor," I replied, struggling to hold back the disgust. "I always bend down on the floor and wipe the floor on my knees. You know, nothing can do things better than this pair of hands." The mayor dropped his cigar in his hand while staring at me with his mouth slightly open. He swallowed the lump in his throat and said in a dry voice, "Miss Lewyn, I would give you everything you want if you clean the floor in my office right now. Just take off your clothes and get on your knees, clean this filthy floor of mine..." "Really? Just cleaning the floor? Don't you want something extra?" I asked. The mayor looked overwhelmed. He grabbed a feather duster in his hand and moved toward me. "Miss Lewyn, show me some mercy. If you could use this duster to dust my carpet, I would really appreciate it. My carpet is so dirty. And you can use the handle to spank the cushions of mine. Spank it hard, will you?" the mayor said with saliva drippin
Leah's POV "And now... The best bit of tonight! The children from Skagen City Orphanage want to express their gratitude by performing a dance for all of our distinguished guests tonight!" the host announced on the stage. Several children, dressed up like little angels, walked on the stage. The light dimmed, and they started to sing and dance to the music. They were so adorable. My eyes welled up. "Do you like children, Miss Lewyn?" Gean leaned toward me and asked. "Yeah." I nodded, wiping the tears off the corner of my eyes. "These kids... They're so innocent. But when they grow up, they have to put up with bullshits like Alpha Kyle and the mayor. I don't think they will stand a chance." "With our support, they'll turn out to be fine, Miss Lewyn," Gean said. "I grew up being an orphan. I'm pretty capable of dealing with bullshits." I burst into laughter. "It's nice to have you for company tonight, Gean," I said. "The pleasure is always mine, Miss Lewyn," Gean said in a tender
Leah's POV Damian? I couldn't believe what I had heard. I failed him last time, and I couldn't explain it to him, but I couldn't believe that he would do something like this. "Where is Damian right now? Let me see him!" I said to Mick. My voice was almost threatening. Mick gloated, "That's not going to happen, Miss Lewyn. You won't see Damian unless you tell me the truth. Did you kill my father?" "Alpha Mick, could you please take your hands off Miss Lewyn?" Gean stepped forward and pleaded. "We're surrounded by people." "Who the fuck are you, you filthy gigolo? Who gives you the right to fucking talk to me like this?" Mick stared at Gean and asked. "Is there a problem?" A human security guard came forward and asked me. "Is any of these two men harassing you, lady?" "No, don't worry. We're just joking around," I answered. The last thing I wanted was to get human beings involved. They always managed to make things even worse. "Really?" the security guard frowned. "I don't see
Leah's POVMick's mansion was located at Pine Creek.It looked grotesquely tacky and unnecessarily extravagant.The moment I stepped into the mansion, I knew I was in for an experience unlike any other.The first thing that caught my eye was the gaudy chandelier hanging from the high ceiling in the grand foyer. It was so large that it seemed to overpower the entire room, and its crystal droplets glinted garishly in the sunlight that streamed through the stained-glass windows.
Lucas' POVThe hall of the Pine Creek mansion was a spectacle of light, music, and color.Elegant couples swirled around the room, their fancy clothes and jewelry sparkling in the glow of the chandeliers.I was impeccably dressed in a black tuxedo, drawing admiring glances from the ladies as always.But as he made his way through the crowd, my eyes only locked on a stunning woman in jeans.She looked so hopeless and vul
Lycidas' POVThe lazy afternoon sunlight in Miami pressed against me like a lover's claw, the moon long gone but its bloody echo still staining the sky. I stepped out of the limousine, and the red carpet unfurled before me like a tongue, wet with the flash of cameras and the screams of the crowd. The hotel loomed, a glittering beast of glass and steel, its jaws wide with fans clawing at the barriers, their voices a feral hymn to my name. I was Lycidas, the Lycan Prince, a Hollywood god carved from hunger and shadow, and they worshipped me with every ragged breath.I strode forward, my boots sinking into the plush scarlet, and the air thickened with their adoration. The paparazzi swarmed, lenses glinting like predatory eyes, but I owned them all. My lips curled into a smile, sharp and deliberate, as I waved - a king acknowledging his court. The noise swelled, a tidal wave of sound, and then a voice cut through it, high and desperate."Lycidas! Lycidas!" A female
Leah's POVThe clock on my wrist ticked like a smug little bastard, each second a jab at my nerves as I stood there, plotting culinary carnage. Six hours until the Miami Mayor's Annual Seafood Charity Dinner, and I was about to turn a fancy gala into a symphony of gurgles and groans. The TV blared in the background, some chipper anchor rattling on about celebrity cars rolling up to the hotel—shiny Bentleys and Teslas, all ferrying the rich and famous to their doom. I smirked, imagining them clutching their pearls and their stomachs by night's end.I glanced over at Seth, who was practically hypnotized by Sharbo's lazy laps in the shark tank. The kid's mop of hair flopped over his eyes, and he looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here, plotting with me. I gave his shoulder a solid pat, jolting him back to reality. "It's time, Seth."He blinked at me, all wide-eyed and twitchy, then fumbled for his laptop like it was his security blanket. His fingers danc
Leah's POVThe moonlight was pouring down from the sky like cascade.I stood there, rooted, facing Darren, his eyes blazing with a storm of rage and grief that pinned me where I stood. The air hung heavy, thick with unspoken venom, prickling my scarred skin—the brands of the slave market I'd never outrun."Why are you asking this question?" Darren's voice cut through the stillness, sharp as a blade, edged with accusation.I didn't answer. Couldn't. My throat clenched tight, strangling the words beneath the weight of all we'd left unsaid.He stepped closer, his emotions bursting free like blood from a fresh wound. "Are you asking this to hurt me, Leah? Haven't I done enough for you all these years to earn your trust?"Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and relentless, carving trails through the grime on my face. I felt nothing - no sting, no release - just the hollow rush of them falling, a betrayal of the numbness gnawing my bones.
Leah's POVI remained silent. Father killed his son. Justice was almost done.Al Cosa continued, "And my son Tommy... He was burned alive in an elevator. Forensic team said his charred, deformed body burned so badly that... they needed tweezers to collect him."Two fat tears carved paths through his ashen stubble. I mirrored his grief - shoulders curling inward, breath catching - as the incinerator roared to life behind him. Its hunger vibrated in my molars."They found nail marks," he whispered. "Inside the elevator door. My boy...my Tommy clawed iron hot metal until his fingers..." A wet choke. "You know what fire does to lungs before death comes?"I let my own eyes glisten. "Mr. Cosa, I...""You're about to find out."I pretended to be horrified. "Mr. Cosa, I'm...""Sorry?" The wheelchair lurched forward. "You shoved my Tony off a balcony! Trapped Tommy in that metal coffin!" Spittle hit my cheek. "And now you're standing he
Leah's POVThe neon sign above the night club buzzed like a dying wasp, its crimson glow pooling on the asphalt as I shoved through the club's sticky doors. Smoke clung to the air—cheap cigars and cheaper desperation - and there he was, slumped at the bar like a discarded marionette. Liam's fingers curled around a whiskey glass, his knuckles whitening with each swallow as if he could drown the words we'd never said.I slid onto the stool beside him, the leather sighing under my weight. "You look like someone pissed in your bourbon," I said, nodding at the bartender for my usual gin.Liam didn't turn. "Would've improved the taste." His voice was sandpaper rough, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Classic Liam - even half-drunk and brooding, he couldn't resist the bait.We drank in silence for three songs, the bass thumping like a defective heartbeat. When he finally spoke, it was to the smudged mirror behind the bar. "You shouldn't be here. You do
Leah's POVI turned my head, meeting Darren's gaze, those eyes still hungry, still pleading. "I know," I said, quiet, a sad twist to my lips.But knowing wasn't enough. Love wasn't enough - not when the howls kept calling, not when my scars ran deeper than my skin. I rolled onto my side, facing the window, the moon's bloody glow spilling over us both.The full moon hung there, swollen and silver, its light bleeding through the broken window and washing over the bed. I stared at it, unblinking, the pale glow clawing at something inside me - something feral, something I couldn't bury no matter how hard I tried. The air thickened, heavy with the salt of the sea and the weight of the night, and then I heard it - a low, guttural sound drifting through the dark. A howl. Distant, but unmistakable. Then another, and another, until the night was alive with their calls, a chorus of primal hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.My heart kicked against my ribs, the
Leah's POVThe sun bled out over the coastal city as Darren gunned the motorcycle through the weaving crowds, the traffic shuttling around us like a frantic pulse. I clung to him, my helmet pressing into his back, my arms locked tight around his waist, feeling the heat of his body sear through me. The sky was a mess of red and orange, spilling over the buildings like a wound, and the sea's salty stink mixed with the exhaust choking the air. Last night clawed at my mind—his hands, his mouth, his desperation sinking into me after years of waiting. We'd fucked all night, a brutal, beautiful collision that tore past every fantasy I'd nursed in the dark. It played over and over in my head, a sad, desperate reel I couldn't stop watching—every thrust, every whispered curse, every moment I'd surrendered to him. Thinking of it, I tightened my grip, my fingers digging into his leather jacket like I could claw the memory into permanence.He pulled the bike to a stop by the sea, t
Liam's POVSeth caught it and sighed, theatrical as ever. "Look, we're pros here. Employers aren't people - they're NPCs in a game. Whenever I approach her, I get a new task alert. I walk up, get a quest, finish it, cash out. Done. Sure, late nights, when I'm beat, I might jerk off while looking at her before crashing - but it's all business. Nothing more, Liam."I blinked, thrown. "Wait, you jerk off over the survaillance video?"He shrugged, casual as if we were discussing the weather. "Who wouldn't? Look at her! She's a goddamn knockout. Any guy with a pulse would twitch. Doesn't mean I'd act on it."He scratched his head, squinting at the screen. "Come to think of it, I barely see her sleep. She's always on, like she doesn't need rest."That hit me like a spark. "That's exactly what I wanted to ask about," I said, leaning in, my voice low. "She's not normal, Seth. She took down two thugs with one hand - barely blinked. She's too confident, too
Leah's POVNow, that hunger roared back, fueled by loss and longing. We gave in, tearing at each other, a storm of despair and need. His hands roamed my scarred flesh, rough and reverent, and I arched into him, swaying my hips, dragging it out like a ritual. Pain laced every touch, every thrust - his breath ragged, my moans breaking into sobs. We fucked like we were clawing our way out of graves, desperate to feel something beyond the wreckage of our lives.Inside, my wolf snarled, "This man is dangerous. He's lost everything for you. You're all he has. He shows up when the world burns - destiny or curse? Plus, he killed your child!"I answered her, fierce and silent, as Darren moved inside me, "This man bled for me, broke for me. He's my shield, my fate, my fucking heart. I've crawled through hell, and you never spoke to me. Why now?"My wolf went quiet, retreating, and I surrendered to him - to the ache, the heat, the ruin of us. We collapsed, spent, ta