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
Leah's POV "Where is Finn, Lucas? If you dared to hurt him..." I said as I was walking upstairs along with Lucas and Mick. "Leah, Finn isn't your possession. He's a grown-up man and he's got his own free will. Has it ever occurred to you that he might not like you? He doesn't want to be with you at all?" Lucas' voice sounded detached. I frowned and argued, "That's not possible! Finn's my best friend..." "So what's the last name of your best friend? What happened to him in the past? Why has he got genetically modified? Why does he have a phobia of soldiers? Is Sak Doyle really his brother? Have you ever thought of these questions?" Lucas asked in a stern voice. "That's for me to figure out! I can't figure it out if I can't be with him! You've taken him away from me. You've made your point. Now Jorah is back. It's time for you to return Finn to me!" Lucas couldn't conceal his disgust when he heard Finn's name over and over again. "You just don't understand, do you? Finn doesn't lov
Leah's POV Just when I was about to scream, the door behind me was pushed open by a cleaning lady. She panicked when she saw me. "I'm sorry, Lady. I thought this lavatory was empty..." she mumbled and tried to walk back. I grabbed her arms and said, "Wait, did you see something in this room just now?" "No... But the air conditioning must be malfunctioned. This lavatory is freezing. I need to call for maintenance," the lady stroked her arms and said. Coldness. Yes. Bone-chilling coldness. It was just like the time I was in the SPA room. All the lights went off and the air suddenly became cold. "Did you lock the door of this lavatory?" I asked the cleaning lady. She looked confused. "I'm so sorry, Lady. But I didn't lock this door. This door was open. That's why I thought this lavatory was empty," she replied. I bit my lips. I had enough of this kind of supernatural bullshit. My life wasn't supposed to be like those poor heroines in a ghost story. I refused to be tortured by
Leah's POV The dimly lit room was filled with the sound of shuffling cards and murmured conversation. The poker table was the centerpiece of the room, and at the moment, it was unoccupied. As I sat next to the table, Mick took the seat in front of me. The other two players took their seats as well. Lucas sat next to me and said, "Leah, I know you're in a bad mood today. And people can't win if they're in a bad mood. So why don't you let me play for you?" I didn't want to talk to him at all. But after what happened in the lavatory, I was still terrified. And it was nice to have a familiar face around, sitting next to me, supporting me physically and emotionally. I took a glance at him and said, "If you want to remain sitting next to me, be quiet." Lucas looked a bit upset, but he didn't let it out. He shifted his eyes on Mick like he was about to eat him alive. Obviously, he didn't like his wife sitting at the table, playing strip poker. Mick was dressed in a sharp suit with hi
Leah's POV "Shut up, Mick. Shut the fuck up right now and go inside!" Lucas roared. He had always been known to be a reserved person. I had never heard him being so loud and mad at the same time. "I want to kill him! I want to kill that fucking bastard!" I roared in tremendous pain. "Leah, please, he's my cousin. Let me deal with it." Lucas said in a calm voice. "Murderer! That fucking bastard!" I screamed and I was shocked by my own voice. "Leah, if he's a murderer, he will be sentenced and punished by the law. You're not the law. So for fuck's sake, please hold your anger right now and leave the rest of it to me," Lucas said. As I collapsed into Lucas' arms, my body was wracked with sobs. Tears streamed down my face, leaving me gasping for air between sobs. Lucas held me tightly, feeling the weight of my sorrow pressing against him. My grief was palpable, heavy, and raw, and I could feel it seeping into his own being. "That sinister bastard! I should have killed him on
Leah's POV "Miss Lewyn, please, I will beg you on my knees... Please don't..." Jorah looked as if he was about to cry. "Lucas knew Finn had been genetically modified. So you must have found out who did it," I said. "Miss Lewyn... I really can't drive like this..." Jorah stepped on the brake and parked the car on the side of the road. "It has something to do with the Royal Guards because Finn was afraid of soldiers," I kept going on. "Those soldiers were trying to hurt Finn, but he managed to escape. But during the escape, something happened and he lost his memory. After that, he was taken to the slave market and put on sale. Sak Doyle purchased him and brainwashed him by telling him that he was his brother." Jorah covered his ears and said, "I don't know. I know nothing, Miss Lewyn. Please don't push me anymore! I... I feel..." At that time, the full moon came out from behind the clouds. As the first ray of moonlight touched Jorah, he immediately ripped off his clothes and shift
Leah's POV "Are you insinuating that Leo might have done some experiments on Finn?!" I covered my mouth in disbelief. "I'm a wolf. I don't insinuate anything. I only state the fact." Jorah's wolf scratched his ear with his feet. "But... But why would he do something like that?! It's unethical! It's immoral! It's... It's flat wrong!" I murmured. I couldn't find the right word to express my feelings. I had never thought Leo would become a mad scientist or something. He was just an average second brother to me, doing some second-brother things like playing with me or sharing a slice of pizza together. "I don't believe you." I crossed my arms and held myself. My body was shivering. Jorah's wolf jumped on my lap, wrapping his tail around me to keep me warm. "You have all the right to feel shocked. I was shocked when I found out as well. But after a few days, I started to process this whole thing. It slowly becomes justifiable. But that's just my assumption. You need to talk to Leo,
Leah's POV "Leah, calm down," Darren's wolf said in a calm voice. I noticed that there was an open wound on his foreleg and it was a nasty cut. He got that wound because he was trying to protect me. I immediately felt guilty about shouting at him. I held up Jorah's body and wailed. "First of all, Jorah's not dead. There's some concussion in his head and there might be some broken ribs, I'm not sure. But one thing I am sure of is that he's still alive," Darren's wolf said. I looked down at Jorah in my arms and caught him peeking at me. As soon as he met my eyes, he shut his eyes and pretended dead. "Jorah! This isn't funny!" I put him on the ground and jumped up. "Ouch! Ouch! Multiple broken ribs!" Jorah whimpered and coughed. I had to pick him up again and hold him in my arms. He placed his head over my arm and took a long deep breath. "Thank you, Miss Lewyn, much better," he said. "You can't do things like this to me!" I wiped the tears off my face. "I thought you were d
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
Leah's POVThe sky shattered above me, a jagged maw of chaos spitting debris like venom. But Darren was there, his arms clamping around me, fierce and unyielding, rolling me across the ground as the hulking ship model plummeted from the heavens. It crashed where we'd been, its splintered bulk clawing the earth, and I felt the tremor in my bones. Dust choked the air, a gritty veil, but all I knew was his body pressed against mine, hard and desperate, his heat searing through the cold dread coiling in my gut.When the world stilled, our eyes locked. His stare cut through the haze, sharp as a blade, stripping me raw. Memories clawed their way up—him looming over me, blood-smeared and feral, shielding me from death's jaws. Tears burned my eyes, spilling hot and relentless, carving tracks down my dust-caked face. I couldn't stop them, couldn't cage the ache ripping through me.But then I caught it - or didn't. The air around him was wrong, empty. No musk of wol