Leah's POV "We will take up weapons, protect our family, and fight against our lives! Those murderers of Rock Growlers will pay for what they have done!" I raised my volume and said. The werewolves at the site looked at each other and sighed. None of them said a word. That man stared at me and said, "Lady, I know you must be Uma's friend, and you're sad. We are all sad, but that doesn't help us to bring lost lives back." I wanted to say something more, but he placed a hand over my arm and looked away. Following his view, I could see a few people standing in the distance, looking at our side. "Look away," the man lowered his voice and said. "They are the soldiers in plain clothes from Rock Growlers Pack. They're here to pry on us. Would you like to walk with me, Miss...?" "Lewyn, Leah Lewyn," I said as I walked away with him. "My name is Bardalph Baal. I'm Uma's neighbor, the blacksmith in town, and the head of his funeral committee," he said. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss
Cole stared at me and said, "Miss Lewyn, where were you on the day when Alpha Dire was killed?" "Seriously?" I frowned. "You've tortured Uma and Damian for this, and now you come all the way to ask me the same question?" Cole pulled a cruel smirk on his face and said, "Miss Lewyn, I personally hate extortion, because it's the most useless way of extracting information out of someone because when you torture someone, they pretty much tell you all kinds of bullshit you want them to say." "So why did you torture Uma and Damian?!" I stared at him and hissed. "Aha, don't get me wrong, Miss Lewyn." Cole's eyes narrowed into two thin lines. "I hate extortion, but I'm really fond of torturing people. I'm addicted to watching people collapse in front of me. That kind of thrill keeps me alive." "What the fuck is wrong with you, Cole?! You're a fucking disgrace! I'm ashamed of you! Stop talking nonsense and fuck off!" Troy, again, was about to jump at his brother, but I managed to stop him a
Leah's POV As I lay in the backseat of the car, after having spent a whole morning in the cemetery, I couldn't help but wonder how my life had started to feel like soap operas on daytime cable TV. And it all started because of Finn. As soon as I found Finn, I started to get into trouble. According to Jorah, my second brother Leo had something to do with Finn's abnormality. I had been trying to contact him all these days, but it turned out that nobody had his contact number. It was almost like Leo was transparent in my family. Lucian didn't get along with Leo, so I couldn't call him and ask. I could have called my Father to ask him to summon Leo, but I really didn't want to bother His Majesty the King for my little personal drama. In the end, I had to contact Jorah, who refused to shed light on anything relating to Leo. So, I guessed I had to confront Lucas. He asked Jorah to dig the dirt on Finn, so he must have k
Leah's POV"Mr. Farrow, I'm Miss Lewyn's bodyguard," Troy explained, trying to peel me off Lucas."You look way too pretty to be Leah's bodyguard. You're fired." Lucas stared at Troy and said."You can't fire Troy!" I protested, waving my arms in the air.I hate being lifted up by him like this and he did it every time he saw me!"I sure can. I'm your husband. I will assign a bodyguard to you." Lucas narrowed his eyes.He looked so pathetic that I couldn't even bear pushing him away."I don't want your bodyguard. I want Troy! Now put me down, Lucas Farrow. This is so embarrassing." I said in a stern voice.Lucas looked hurt.It seemed that he was bashed by a bat right at his face or something."Leah... I... I..." He mumbled while looking into my eyes."What do you want from me?!" I stared back and said. "Now put me down, so I can pay for that damn car and walk away from here.""I don't need a c
Leah's POVI sat frozen on Lucas' lap, staring at the void in front of me. My mind was trying to process the devastating news I had just received.Jalin locked up Sak?! Is that why Finn was afraid of me? Is that why whenever he was with me, the only thing I could feel was that he would rather go somewhere else? How could Jalin do something like this behind my back?! Why does he always have to mingle with my life?"Are you telling the truth?" My lips trembled as I asked Lucas."Jorah found out what happened. He's good for nothing, but he does get things done. Do you want to see the video clip he has taken?" Lucas asked."No... I don't want to see anything. I don't want to know anything." I murmured as I clenched my fists.My body felt numb. My heart was heavy with the weight of betrayal.I couldn't believe that the man I loved, the man who had been by my side, didn't actually love me back.My fantasy of being loved as a human be
Leah's POV"No, Lucas. Don't..." I shouted, trying to push him away."Leah, my love. You're so naughty today." Lucas said as he ripped my skirt off. "You like it rough today, don't you? I feel like playing it rough today. Let's play it rough."I could feel his hot breath on the nape of my neck, his hands gripping my hips with a force that made me gasp.I tried to push him away, but his strength was too much for me.I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew what he wanted. But I just didn't want to give it to him.Not now. Not like this.I wanted to use my Lycan force, but when I opened my mouth, my voice was gone.I tried to push Lucas away, but my arms and legs became noodles.In despair, I closed my eyes."Leah, stop protesting. This is your destiny." A voice appeared in my mind.It was the same voice I heard when I was floating in the ocean."Moon Goddess. Are you there? Why'
Leah's POVI didn't know how long I had been running on that day.I was running across busy streets, running over bridges and rivers, running past forests and hills.A Lycan had great stamina, but on that day, I completely lost control. I used every single dash of my stamina until I became absolutely exhausted until there was nothing left.Lying in a clearing in the forest, I looked at the sky above me. The everchanging cloud was silently cruising in the sapphire background of the sky. I wondered if I could float in the sky like a piece of cloud. When I felt tired, I could just melt and become rain, dropping to the ground.The contrast between the lightness of my dream and the gravity of reality was suffocating.I hate Lucas. I thought to myself. I hate Jalin. I hate Finn. I hate Darren. I hate Troy. I hate every man that I have ever appeared in my life except my Father and brothers."Leah." The voice in my head appeared again.
Leah's POVThe Moon Goddess Temple was located in a hidden valley.From outside, it looked like an abandoned mining ground.My Father purchased this land and hid it away from human beings, just to provide a secluded area for the worship of the Moon Goddess.As I limped into the grand temple, my breath came in ragged gasps and my heart pounded with fury.My eyes blazed with anger as I approached the ornate altar of the Moon Goddess, feeling as though the very walls of the temple were closing in around me.The temple was a marvel of grandeur and sophistication. Its walls were adorned with intricate patterns of gold and silver, while the ceiling was a shimmering expanse of stars and constellations. The air was heavy with the scent of incense and the soft glow of flickering candles cast dancing shadows across the room.But I paid little attention to the splendor around me.My attention was focused solely on the statue o
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