Leah's POVWhen he spread my legs and wrapped my legs around his waist, I suddenly realized that he was literally going to take me into this dark, narrow back alley of the restaurant.The shadow of buildings consumed both of us and so did our desperation.No, this isn't happening. It's not fair. I can't be taken by my ex-husband like this. No matter how badly he wants and how hot he is.My last stray of dignity was evoked and I started to struggle against him, trying to push him away."Lucas, stop..." I begged. My voice was trembling with fear and uncertainty.He ignored my plea and leaned in, capturing my lips with his in a hot, passionate kiss. It seemed that he wanted to soothe me. I could feel his longing for me, but I couldn't give in.My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried to resist the overwhelming desire to kiss him back. I wanted him, needed him, but I also knew that it was wrong."Lucas, don't..." I tried to push him again as his hands roamed over my body, tracing the
Leah's POV"I am Darren Swanson of the Eagle Tail Pack," Darren replied."And you know who I am?" Lucas asked."You're Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers Pack." Darren shrugged and said."I am Leah's husband," Lucas said in a warning voice."You're nothing but a loser, who was trying to harass a nice lady in broad daylight," Darren said.I looked up at Darren and said, "Darren, thanks for your concern. I'm just having a private conversation with my husband.""He was trying to hurt you, Leah," Darren said in a cold voice. He still held me tightly in his arms and refused to let go of me."And that's my problem. Let me deal with it." I looked at Darren and said in a calm voice.My heart was bleeding when I said those words because Darren looked hurt.He was hurt because he was trying to help me.At that time, I heard Jalin's voice, "Alpha! His Highness is here!"I looked up and saw Lucian striding into the alley, accompanied by his Beta Jalin and Lucas' BetaJorah.Lucian walked past Lucas,
Leah's POV"Jalin, prepare the divorce paperwork and send it to Flare Farrow." My brother said as he walked into the restaurant."Alpha, do you mean sending it to Alpha Lucas Farrow?" Jalin frowned.Lucian shook his head and said, "No. I mean Flare Farrow, Lucas' father. I'll let that old asshole deal with his deadbeat son.""Lucian, please don't do that. Lucas' father hates him more than anything in the world. He will kill Lucas if he finds out that his son is humiliated like this in public..." I whispered.My brother looked annoyed and said, "You're taking his side again, Leah. I didn't ask why you were outside with him because I respect your privacy. But I won't let him get away with insulting you and me at the same time.""But Lucian, I'm not taking his side. It's just... It took great courage and honesty to stand up against a Lycan Prince and speak up his mind. He was humiliated at the Derby party the other day and now he's humiliated again. Please don't blow this whole thing out
Leah's POVThe next morning, I woke up early to attend a morning briefing with Gean Lee.I asked Mr. Carson to set up our breakfast in the garden.As I walked into the garden, I saw a young man standing next to the table."Good morning, Miss Leah. My name is Gean Lee. I came here for the morning briefing. It's such an honor to meet you in person." He spoke in a velvety voice with an exotic oriental accent. It was like a mixture of accents. I really couldn't tell where he came from.Like what I had imagined in my mind, he looked tall and lean. He stood with a commanding presence. It was clear that he had served in the army. His physique bore a testament to the discipline and dedication required of soldiers."Glad to meet you, Mr. Gean Lee!" I said and shook his hands.Unlike his well-groomed face, his hands were coarse.My brother said Gean had experience with rogues. He must have been through a lot.As we were having breakfast together later on, the gentle morning breeze stroked past t
Leah's POV"We have collected some information about Miss Clara Farrow," Gean said. "It turned out that she does have a below-average IQ and used to struggle with all her academic subjects at school. She is also diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It may lead to a series of symptoms, including extreme happiness and irritability at the same time, poor concentration and judgment, paranoia, as well as setting unrealistic goals."Then, he took a pause and said, "Apparently, this wasn't the first time she got into trouble because of stealing. She has been arrested multiple times for misdemeanors like shoplifting, joyriding, vandalizing, and trying to set a garden shed on fire.""A garden shed?""Yes, with explosive chemicals, fertilizer, and compost inside. If that plan went well, the whole house would be ruined by a blast which is equal to a small-scale hydrogen bomb.""And the police label this as 'misdemeanor'?" I raised my eyebrows."She was only five at that time. So...""A bipolar she-wo
Lucas' POV"Alpha, we've got a situation here..."Jorah's voice was intentionally suppressed when he greeted me. He only talked to me in that voice when he messed up something.I fell to the chair, all deflated and worn out, loosening my tie a bit.I need to change for a new tie. Probably a new Beta. I thought to myself, looking at the obviously panicked young man standing in front of me. Jorah was qualified for his job in every way, but there was just something about this guy. He was driving me mad in a very subtle way and I wasn't even sure what the heck was wrong with this guy.I guessed it had something to do with his standing posture. He always looked painfully miserable when he was around me as if he was suffering from a chronic ulcer in his stomach. Neither he nor I could do anything about it to end his misery because we both knew I was that damn chronic ulcer.If only Basil was still alive! When Basil was my Beta, I led the army and conquered the whole north. Together, we built
Lucas' POVAs I stepped into the living room, tensions were running high.The air was thick with anger and everyone was on edge.My father, a stern and imposing man, glared at me with unconcealed fury, disappointment, and disgust.I ruined his pack, his company, and his life.And my father used to kill someone because a bar attender ruined his whiskey cocktail."Do you have any explanations for your ex-mate sending the divorce papers directly to me, bypassing you entirely?! I'm going to be very frank with you, son. I take this as a personal affront and it only adds to my already simmering anger." My father approached me and said with his hands strangling an invisible neck in the air."I have no explanation. I never expected Leah would do something like this..." I said.My mother cut me short by screaming at the top of his lungs, "That bitch! That horrible, shameless, filthy bitch! She's doing this to humiliate us! She's doing this intentionally to sabotage our family tie! She's a manip
Lucas' POV"Who... Are... You...?" I asked.I could barely recognize my voice. My vocal cord must have been torn.The little white wolf took a glance at me as if it was checking if I was alright, but it didn't answer my question.Instead, it lowered its head to get closer to my father while stomping on his spine again, triggering waves of my father's scream again. It seemed that this tiny little thing was determined to torture my father before killing him."Don't hurt my husband!" My mother pleaded in tears. She wanted to protect my father, but she also wanted to hold me in her arms. I could tell she was torn.The little white wolf heard my mother's voice and raised its head abruptly, staring at me.At that time, I recognized its olive-green eyes."Leah...?! Is that you...?" I asked.Leah's POVLucas' voice brought me back to sanity.I looked down at the giant grey wolf twitching under my claws."You damn old fool!" I snarled in anger. "Are you crazy?! Why did you try to kill your own
Lycidas' POVA pause, heavy with his worry. "Lycidas, don't let anyone hurt her. Protect her. The ritual has to be done."Finn's pace quickened, his throat tightening around me, and I gripped his hair harder, forcing him to take more. "Don't worry, brother. I miss you. I'll be back soon. Put Jalin on, will you?"The line shifted, and Jalin's cold "What?" slithered through.My voice turned razor-sharp. "If you dare touch my brother again, I'll pump you full of suppressant, make you a fuck toy, and toss you to the slave market. Every hole in your body will be stuffed with cocks for the every minute in the rest of your fucking life. Do you understand?"Silence. Finn gagged, his throat spasming, and the pleasure spiked through me. "I'm talking to you," I snarled into the phone."I understand, Your Highness," Jalin muttered, subdued at last. I hung up, tossing the phone aside, and turned my full attention to Finn. He sucked harder, desperate to p
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