Leah's POVLucas pulled my wolf closer and tilted his head."Are you sniffing me before eating me alive, little she-wolf?" Lucas' voice was enchanting, tilting his head to sniff me back.My wolf didn't answer but licked his face."Ahh. It's so tickling." Lucas grinned, but he didn't flinch a bit.My wolf started at him with her giant eyes wide open for a brief second and licked him again.Lucas didn't move. He just sat there and let my wolf lick him.When she eventually decided to stop, Lucas held her up with both of his hands in the air and gave her a twirl."Are you done sniffing me?" Lucas asked.My wolf nodded with great satisfaction."So, it's my turn!" Lucas smirked and buried his face in my wolf's soft, fluffy fur.The tip of his nose triggered a wave of shivering all over my body. If I was in human form, I would be giggling and tittering.But at that time, my wolf suddenly took over and she sounded very grumpy, "You know what? You always take Leah for granted. For example, Leah
Leah's POV"Lucas, I..." I whispered, lowering my head."Leah, please don't go away. Please come back to me. I will give you everything you want. I will make it right this time. Lucian is a Lycan prince. Do you know what kind of danger you're going to go through to be in the company of a Lycan prince? I'll give you a hint. He rejected his last Luna and killed her by himself..." Lucas said.I immediately got cross because my elder brother's good name was insulted."Stop saying things like that! It's just a rumor. You know nothing about Lucian..."Lucas interrupted me and said, "Neither do you. Actually, nobody knows anything about that guy.""If you don't know anything about someone, then don't rush to your judgment," I said in a cold voice. "Lucian is a great person and he takes care of me..."Lucas got irritated even when I mentioned Lucian's name. He had that jealous look on his face again and stared at me.I turned my head away from him, but he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to
Leah's POV"Lucas, what have I ever done to you to make you treat me like this?" I whispered after he got off my body.Lucas didn't answer me. I wondered if he had heard my voice after all.He was still furious, panting and roaring like an agitated beast. I wouldn't be surprised if he killed me in the next second.Obviously, the rough sex we had just had didn't calm him down.Whatever he wanted to get, he didn't get from me.His fluid was still all over my body, and so did the bruises and cuts. It was a mess.I could wipe myself clean and heal the bruises and cuts, but the excruciating pain in my heart never went away.I thought Lucas would have walked away and left me alone as he did in the past, but he didn't.Instead, he shifted his hands into giant wolf claws and approached me.I looked at him with horror.Was he going to rip my heart out with those claws?!But he didn't.Instead, he used his razor-sharp claws to cut the tie to cut loose from the bed.Having regained the freedom of
Jalin's POV"Why are you here?" Jorah looked surprised to see me, twisting his hands together.Nothing good happens when he twists his hands like this, especially when there's blood on his hands."Where's Leah?" I frowned."She's upstairs with Alpha. Why?" Jorah looked even more puzzled."You leave them alone upstairs?" I clenched my fists."Yeah..."My heart sank and immediately walked upstairs.Jorah stopped me by blocking my way."Hey, Jalin! What's going on?!""Someone is in danger, you idiot. That's what's going on. Now stay out of my way." I tried so hard not to punch his stupid face."Let's not blow this whole thing out of proportion, OK? Lucas misses Leah and he just needs to have some quality time with his wife. I don't see anything wrong with it. He wouldn't hurt his own wife." Jorah shrugged. He still stood in my way, acting like there was not that big a deal for my precious Leah being left alone with a fucking asshole."Leah isn't the one who's getting hurt!" I pushed Jorah
Jalin's POVLeah stared at Jorah in surprise. She put down the pen in her hand and said, "Jorah, you do know that we can print another copy of that, right?""Then I'll eat them again!" Jorah raised his voice. I could see tears circulating in his eyes and I knew he must have been terrified."You can't divorce him, Leah. I have never seen him so crushed like this... I mean, both physically and mentally... not even when Basil passed away. Leah, I don't know shit, but I know one thing for sure - If you divorce him today, he's going to kill himself. If he kills himself, I will have to kill myself, because, again, I don't know shit, but I'm sure whatever shit happened in his life, it's at least 90% my fault. So I'm not going to let you divorce him. Not on my watch!"I rubbed my temple and said, "Jorah, stop being a child. This is Leah's life. You have no right to interfere or threaten Leah like this."Jorah ignored me and kept on going, "Leah, I've grown up with Lucas and I'm not blind. You'
Jorah's POV"You know you can tell me where it is." I took the box and took out some bandages to wrap the wound in front of my chest."Yes. But I want to take it out by myself. Do you have any problem with that?" Lucas frowned."No, Alpha. Having problems with you will never be one of the many problems I have to deal with." I said, trying to wrap the bandage around my chest, but I couldn't.Lucas sighed and took the bandage from my hands and started to mummify me."Do you think I should take her back?" Lucas asked."I'm not supposed to give anyone any advice on relationships," I replied."Are you defying me?" He stared at me, frowning.I answered without hesitation, "No, I'm bleeding.""Jalin did this to you?" Lucas asked."No. I accidentally fell on my dagger, because that's what I do. I hurt myself until it bleeds." I said."Can you still drive for me today?" Lucas looked worried."Yes, I can drive for you. And yes, Leah's a keeper. You should do everything to take her back, and that
Leah's POV"This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club.This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. Unlike other poorly-lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.But today, this whole club was packed with hot, attractive young men. They came in different sizes and types, which made me feel dazzled."Leah! Oh, my Goddess! Gentlemen and gentlemen, the star of tonight, Miss Leah Lewyn is here!" Laura waved at me and announced with excitement, holding a glass of champagne in her hand.It obviously wasn't her first glass of champagne, because she had already become a bit tipsy.All of a sudden, all the hot guys' eyes were on me.I turned crimson im
Leah’s POVLaura’s announcement set the whole club on fire. All the werewolves started to howl at the Moon and the music started to get deafening. Champagne corks popped up everywhere like gunshots. The whole dance floor became a pool with young, hot, muscular male models floating on it, cheering and splashing water at each other.It was a crazy scene. Aesthetically sickening. Sexually arousing.But at the same time, it felt so wrong that it started to feel right.I knew Laura specialized in throwing a heck of parties, but this party was losing control.Then, the DJ started to do a remix version of Clair de Lune, which was used in my third brother Lycidas' debut movie Moonlight Howler.The crowd immediately recognized it and started to go wild."Come on, Leah, dance with me!" Laura grabbed my hands and pulled me to the dance floor.Everyone was clapping and cheering for us, so I had no other option but danced with her.Our feet splashed water, dampening our dress, face, and hair. But s
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