Leah's POVAt that time, Troy walked into the warehouse with Clara in his custody. She looked like a lifeless doll with her head and arms lowering and dangling.Jalin followed them in, talking on his mobile.As soon as he met my brother's eyes, he cut off the phone and said to him, "Some human beings were involved and injured. We are trying to figure out what exactly happened."My brother stared at Jalin and said in a cold voice, "You deal with them now, and I will deal with you later, including you." He took a glance at Troy, who immediately straightened up a bit when he met my brother's eyes."Yes, Your Highness." Both Jalin and Troy replied."Leah, let's go," Lucian said to me.I looked at Jalin and Troy, who looked absolutely miserable. I took a deep breath and said to Lucian in a steady, calm voice, "Actually, I want to stay. I've been running away from them all the time, but now I guess I'll have to take some measures to deal with this situation."My brother nodded slightly and w
Leah's POV"We can't choose in which family we were born, but that's not an excuse for hurting other people! Every family is unhappy in its way, so we have to live our lives despite it! If you really loved Clara and wanted to protect her, you should at least stop her when she was trying to hurt other people as well as herself! But you didn't! Instead, you let her pull you into her swirl of despair and madness! And that's why you should be punished!""We didn't hurt Laura! We didn't touch her!" Mick argued."And that's the only reason that you're still breathing now!" I said in a harsh voice. "Lucian was this close to ending your lives just now and if he had done it, everyone in this Kingdom would understand, including the Farrows. Do you know why? Because everyone knows how pathetic Clara is and everyone thinks death is the ultimate relief for her miserable life! Mick, you're the only one on earth who chose to side with your cousin. So you have to use your better judgment from now on.
Leah’s POVI clenched my fists. I couldn't believe someone would threaten me in such a shameless way.Gloated, Sak continued, "Plus, if I turn Finn in, I will also have to turn in his client list. There are a lot of big shots on that list and I'm sure when you wake up the next morning, your world will be turned upside down just like mine. Come on, Miss Lewyn, we don't know each other, but I've done nothing else except for trying to make you a happy customer. I've got families. I've got three sons at home. Maybe one day you can meet them and you will become their favorite auntie. Do you really want to make three innocent boys fatherless for the rest of their lives?"I couldn't hold my anger anymore and said, "I can't believe that you're using your son as an excuse to try to get away with this! Finn is someone's son. Have you ever thought of that? What if someone like you did what you've done to Finn to one of your sons? What if it was your son?!"For a brief moment, Sak looked as if he
JLeah's POV"Leah, five minutes I'm away smoking with Troy and you came back with a surprise on your side. I thought we discussed this when you were six when I particularly warned you not to pick up strays on the side of the road."Jalin took a glance at Finn, who was staying in bed, surrounded by nurses.Finn got nervous when he saw Jalin. I had to hold his hands to make him stop trembling.I didn't think he was afraid of Jalin, who looked perfectly harmless to anyone. I guessed it had something to do with the uniform that Jalin was wearing.I noticed that Finn got nervous whenever he saw people in military uniform."How are you going to explain this to Lucian, may I ask?" Jalin pointed at Finn and asked me."He doesn't have to know," I mumbled."Oh, great." Jalin said, "Let me know if your plan is going to work. And please do call me when he finds out that there's a man living in his beloved sister's bedroom. I want to see the look on his face.""Jalin... please...""OK, stop right
Leah's POV"Good morning, Miss Leah." Mr. Carson, my Father's butler, greeted me with a giant smile. But his smile froze as soon as he saw Finn, who was sleeping next to me."Miss Leah, I hope this wouldn't be so inappropriate and I'm sure that I'll regret asking this question for the rest of my life, but if I may... Why is there a man in your bed?"I bounced off the bed and stretched my arms and legs, feeling energetic."He's my friend Finn. He's living here from now on. He's injured and I was taking care of him last night," I replied."By sleeping with him in the same bed?" Mr. Carson raised an eyebrow."Oh, come on! Mr. Carson! I've got a busy schedule for today. So let's just cut the awes and get started." I smirked at him, taking a glass of orange juice from the tray in his hands, and handing it to Finn.He looked much better than last night after a whole night of rest.The bruises on his face were gone and the wounds on his arms disappeared.The faster a werewolf heals, the stron
Leah's POV "Miss, a naked man is standing next to the swimming pool! Shall we call Beta Jalin?" A maid, who looked terrified and crimson at the same time, ran toward me in confusion. "No. Don't tell anyone. He's my friend. You need to bring me some towels and a long bathrobe. Can you do that for me?" I asked. "Yes, Miss. Towels and a bathrobe! Right away!" The maid disappeared immediately and came back with some towels and my brother's bathrobe. I took them from her and said, "Don't tell anyone about this incident." The maid nodded her head. "Is my brother at home?" I asked. "His Highness left early this morning to the hospital for Miss Parrish. He wanted to bring her some red roses and asked us to cut off some roses from the orchard." "Red roses," I whispered and melted inside. This was so sweet. My knucklehead brother brought flowers to my best friend. And among thousands of flowers in the orchard, he picked red roses, which mean eternal love and passion in any dictionary. Ev
Jalin's POV"I've got bad news for you, Alpha," I said after I took my seat in the driver's seat.Just like his Father, His Majesty the Lycan King, Lucian didn't reveal his thoughts on his face.I spent over 30 years with that man and I could barely tell if he was in a good mood or a bad mood.But on that day, he seemed to be quite calm after he met Laura in the hospital. He brought him flowers. He made her smile. He let her lean over his shoulder. He stroked her hair gently like he was petting a small wounded animal. And he mumbled something to her ear to make her laugh out loud.So far so good.So, this was the perfect timing for me to sway in and spoil his perfect morning.I took a glance at him in the mirror and met his eyes.He looked perfectly calm, absentmindedly sniffing the scent of roses and Laura on the tips of his fingers.Poor thing. He didn't realize how bad this piece of news was going to be."Before I say anything, you have to promise that you won't yell at me," I conti
Leah's POVSunshine poured into the car and plated everything in gold.Finn stared at me like he was staring out at the horizon.The morning sky was clear, with a dash of clouds. It was a tranquil backdrop to the chaos of the streets as well as the emotions inside the car.As I sat on the edge of the seat, my kneel buckled. I couldn't help but feel torn.I knew my feelings for this man. He was my second chance and there was no question about that. But the pull of everything else, including the difference in social status and the complexity of my marital status, were growing stronger by the minute. I had worked so hard all my life to meet the perfect man in my life, and now it was slipping through my fingers, just like that.I glanced over at Finn. The soft glow of sunshine cast a halo around his features. He was everything that I had ever wanted as a mate and a lifetime partner. And the thought of leaving him behind was breaking my heart.I had always been a dreamer of love, but I had
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