Leah's POV
The night pressed against me, heavy and thick, like a beast breathing down my neck. I slumped on the sofa, the leather creaking under my weight, a glass of something sharp and amber cradled in my hand. It burned going down, slow and deliberate, a quiet fire licking at the edges of my thoughts. In front of me, Darren sprawled across the floor, his body limp, chest rising and falling in the deep, drugged sleep Leo's sedative had forced on him. One shot, and the wildness in him had crumpled, leaving behind this shell—calm, almost human again. I stared at him, the faint scars on his arms catching the dim light, and wondered how long that peace would hold before the monster clawed its way back.
The growl of a scooter cut through the stillness, a jagged sound that scraped against the silence. Seth. I didn't need to hear the door slam open to know it was him—his presence always hit like a storm, chaotic and unapologetic. He burst in, all sharp edges and
Leah's POVLiam's jaw clenched, but he didn't answer. He turned to me instead, softening just enough. "You okay?"I nodded, shaky, pulling my clothes straight. "I'm fine," I lied, voice thin.But Darren lunged, grabbing Liam's collar. "Did you fuck her?" he growled, teeth bared.Liam shoved him off, hard. "That's not your business," he shot back. "But touch her again, and I'll rip your throat out."The air crackled, thick with threat. Darren's fists balled, ready to strike, but I stepped between them, trembling but firm. "Stop," I said, louder than I felt. "Both of you."Darren's eyes met mine, hurt bleeding through the rage. "Leah…"I shook my head, tears streaming now. "You need to leave, Liam."He blinked, stunned. "What?""You're fired," I said, forcing the words out, cold and sharp. "Get out. For real this time."Liam's face crumpled, pain flashing raw in his eyes. "Boss, you can't mean that. After eve
Leah's POVThe next morning, I woke to a bed that felt too big, too empty. The sheets beside me were cold, the imprint of Darren's body gone like he'd never been there at all. My chest tightened, a jagged panic slicing through me. The moon's bloody glare from last night still lingered in my mind, and now this—him missing again. I bolted upright, heart slamming against my ribs, sweat beading on my scarred skin. Those marks from the slave market itched, a reminder of chains I'd never fully shed. He couldn't be gone. Not after everything.I stumbled out of bed, bare feet hitting the floorboards with a slap that echoed in the too-quiet house. My breath came fast, shallow, as I tore down the stairs, the ache in my bones screaming from the night before. A clatter drifted up from below—metal on metal, faint but real. My pulse stuttered. Maybe he hadn't left me. Maybe he was still mine.The kitchen doorway loomed ahead, and I caught the scent first—gre
Leah's POVThe night pressed against me, heavy and thick, like a beast breathing down my neck. I slumped on the sofa, the leather creaking under my weight, a glass of something sharp and amber cradled in my hand. It burned going down, slow and deliberate, a quiet fire licking at the edges of my thoughts. In front of me, Darren sprawled across the floor, his body limp, chest rising and falling in the deep, drugged sleep Leo's sedative had forced on him. One shot, and the wildness in him had crumpled, leaving behind this shell—calm, almost human again. I stared at him, the faint scars on his arms catching the dim light, and wondered how long that peace would hold before the monster clawed its way back.The growl of a scooter cut through the stillness, a jagged sound that scraped against the silence. Seth. I didn't need to hear the door slam open to know it was him—his presence always hit like a storm, chaotic and unapologetic. He burst in, all sharp edges and
Leah's POV"People say that before death, a person's true nature will be revealed," Finn said, voice steady, taunting. "Do you want to know what Gean was like before he died?"Leo stabbed deeper, rage contorting his ruined face."He begged me on his knees like a dog," Finn continued, "begging me to spare him. He said that as long as he could survive, he could even help me kill you…"Leo spat blood, a crimson arc, his eyes wild. Finn raised a hand, poised to end him, but I moved - fast, instinctive - leaping forward to block the blow. Blood seared through my arm, hot and fleeting, as I pulled Leo into my arms, shielding him.He stared up at me, blood-streaked, stunned. "Why… why did you do this?"I knelt, snapping the shackles from his feet, my voice firm despite the tremor beneath it. "You're my family, Leo. I know you can't see it at all, but that it what it is. You're a Lycan. Our kind will never be chained, tamed, or manipul
Leah's POVThe moon hung low that night, its crimson glare spilling over Redwood Mansion like a wound torn open in the sky. I stood before it, breath fogging in the chilled air, my boots sinking into the cracked earth where grandeur once reigned. The luxurious manor where my grandfather had held court was a husk now, its walls sagging, its windows blind and gaping. Yet the murals - those gorgeous, sprawling tales of Lycan triumph - clung to the stone, and the carved beams overhead still bore the weight of forgotten glory. A ache bloomed in my chest, sharp and unbidden, not for the place itself, but for the blood that tied me to it, the lineage crumbling like the house before me.A werewolf guard shifted in the shadows, his eyes catching the moonlight as he tracked my approach. He stepped forward, then froze, nostrils flaring as the Lycan aura rolled off me - thick, primal, a warning stitched into my bones. His gaze dropped, and he shrank back, a mutt knowing its place.
Seth's POVI shoved him back, firm but not rough. "Calm down, bro. Your wound's fresh-stitched.""Wolf!" he rasped, thrashing. "Boss... She's got wolf claws!"I pinned him with a look, my gut twisting. "Bro, that Cheetah really scared you, didn't it? Boss is a woman - how's she a wolf?""Surveillance!" he barked. "Check it! You'll see!"I yanked my laptop from the table, pulling up the feed. The screen flickered, and there they were - Liam riding Leah, tangled in a mess of lust. I grinned, slapping his shoulder. "You dog. Didn't know you look good on camera."His face burned red, but he ignored me, stabbing the fast-forward key. Then it hit - a massive Cheetah exploded onto the screen, slamming Liam down, claws sinking into his chest. He crumpled, out cold. Leah pounced, seizing the beast and hurling it out the door before stalking after it.I slammed the laptop shut. "See? Cheetah got you, not Boss."Liam stared, dazed, rubbin
Liam's POVThe room felt claustrophobic, the walls pressing in as I stared at the boss. She stood there, tall and commanding, like she always did, but something was wrong - horribly wrong.My chest tightened, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought they'd crack. Sweat stung my eyes, trickling down my face, cold against my flushed skin. I wanted to bolt, to yell, to do something, but my feet were cemented to the floor."Impossible," I rasped, the word scraping out of my dry throat.She turned her head, slow and deliberate, her eyes catching the light—glowing, predatory."Liam, you're hallucinating."I couldn't think straight. My mind clawed for something solid, something to hold onto.My dad's voice came back to me, low and steady like it always was - Don't rush to judge, Liam. Try to understand.He’d been big on that - seeing things from the other side. But this? This wasn't a perspective I could wrap
Leah's POVThe moon hung low that night, a fat, accusing bastard spilling its pale light through the blinds, painting jagged stripes across my desk. I glared at my phone as it buzzed, a TikTok push notification clawing its way onto the screen. Some grainy video of the Cosa family's latest shitshow - a surprise FDA inspection, a manager slugging a cop, all polished up with edits and trending under #MafiaPoison, racking up over 100 million reads. Publix had dumped the Cosa family like a bad habit, their stock plunging 23% in a day, tripping some Goldman Sachs clause that forced a scramble. Al Cosa himself had stroked out, kidney shot to hell, rotting in a guarded clinic bed. The whole mess stank of collapse, and I felt it in my gut like a fist.I tossed the phone aside, its screen still glowing with chaos, and sank into my chair. The computer hummed alive as I clicked into Texas Hold'em, the virtual table flickering into view. Fiona sat on the other side - Al Cosa's ex-wife, though that
Leah's POVThe air down there was damp, thick with the musk of captivity. Darren was curled on a filthy mattress, his wrists and ankles chained, his body a knot of tension. The clink of my tray against the stone floor roused him, and his eyes snapped open - wild, burning with a madness that made my chest ache. He lunged, a beast in human skin, all teeth and fury, but the chains yanked him back, the iron biting into his flesh. A guttural snarl tore from his throat, and his face twisted, feral, unrecognizable.I slid the tray toward him, the pancakes still warm, their sweetness a mockery in this place. He froze, nostrils flaring, then dropped to his knees, his face hovering over the plate. He ate like a starved dog, tearing at the food, growling low, the sound vibrating through the stone. I sat a few feet away, watching him, my heart splintering. I wanted to reach for him, to smooth the matted hair from his face, to touch the man he used to be. My hand lifted, trembling,