Leah's POV With rounds of applause, I walked down the podium and took my seat next to my brother. He seldom revealed his true feelings in front of other people, but at that time, he couldn't help but look at me with approval. Board members around the table commented - "This is a great presentation on the Mediland market." "Very insightful. Thank you, Miss Lewyn." "We're very lucky to have such an aspiring young lady join our team." Just as I was smirking inside, I heard a sharp, high-pitch voice at the other end of the table - "I have some concerns regarding Miss Lewyn's plan." I looked up and saw the Head of Eastern Market, Ava Dinara, glaring at me. Being the only female member in this board meeting, she was definitely a sight to behold, with her striking features and commanding presence. Her dark, wavy hair was sleek and pulled back into a tight bun, framing her sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. Her tailored suit hugged her curves in all the right places, easily making
Jalin's POV I love my job of being a Lycan's Beta. But there are times in my life that make me hate being a werewolf in general. If I were a human being, I could easily bash someone's head against the wall and torture him the way I like it until that motherfucker decides to cooperate with me, because, well, human beings were born with the right to be unapologetically ruthless and mean to their own kinds. But no. I am a werewolf and I wasn't born with an innate need of killing my own kind. Plus, I work for a Lycan Prince. So I have to handle technicalities very carefully when it comes to torturing someone for confession. "I'll give you one more chance to tell me who you really are." I stared at Finn, who was curling up on the floor in front of me. He was covered in blood and there wasn't a single part of his skin that was still intact. I know now it's too late to say something like I have absolutely nothing to do with it, but the truth is, when I arrived at Sheridan Club 20 minute
Leah's POVThe meeting room was filled with the hum of voices as people filtered out, chattering amongst themselves about their summer houses in Switzerland and the coming auctions, complimenting each other on their new trophy wives, yachts, and cigars.As I walked out of the meeting room, accompanied by Gean, I felt a sense of exhilaration wash over her. I had just given a presentation that had gone flawlessly, and all the audience, except Ava, had responded with a thunderous round of applause. Probably I was still under the influence of Leo's magic potion, I didn't know. Anyway, it was a feeling that I had never experienced before, and it was one that I would tr
Leah's POVAva stood there with her eyes blazing with fury and her body quivering with rage.Her chest heaved with each breath, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.I reckoned that she was a storm that was about to break loose.Her voice was low and dangerous, growling like she was possessed by her own inner beast, "How dare you, Leah Lewyn? Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of Alpha Saxon of the Blazebite Prowlers Pack!"
Leah's POVAs I walked up the winding driveway toward the lake house, I couldn't help but marvel at its sleek and modern design. The clean lines and expansive windows gave the impression that the house was almost floating on the crystal clear lake below.As I approached the front door, I could already see the stunning lake view through the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the living room. The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, with high ceilings and an open floor plan that maximized the natural light and breathtaking views.My brother has always had gr
Leah's POV"Finn, I'm here," I whispered as I walked into his bedroom.I didn't know why. Whenever I talked to him, my voice was softened and quieter than usual. There was something so melancholy about him that made me want to hug him in my arms, devoting all my tenderness and love to him.Is love supposed to be this painful? I thought to myself.Finn stood still in front of the French window without any acknowledgment of my presence. It seemed that he was enjoying the lake view outside. But when I wa
Leah's POVAs I was sitting on the bench, the warmth of the afternoon sun enveloped me in a gentle embrace. The light danced across the trees, casting intricate patterns on the ground beneath my feet.My brother had already left, leaving me to enjoy a moment of solitude. I knew he didn't want to leave me alone, but I insisted.I had already stopped crying, although the tear marks on my face were still there. I felt so ashamed of myself, crying in front of everyone like a child. But at the same time, I did feel deeply frustrated, knowing that I may never get my mate's love in my life
Leah's POVAs Finn stood in front of the mirror, I adjusted his tie and straightened his collar.It was Lucian's suit. Like most of its clothes, he wore it only once and hung it up in his closet, which took up the entire floor of his house. The fabric of this suit was of the highest quality and the suit had been tailored to my brother's exact measurement, enhancing his broad shoulders and sculpted chest.This expensive suit fitted Finn perfectly everywhere except the chest area. I could clearly see his muscular chest bulging up underneath the jacket.
Leah's POVA pang ripped through my chest, sharp and unwelcome. I didn't want to know what Lycidas had done - didn't want to picture the claws, the needles, the hunger in that bastard's gaze. Darren wasn't the man I'd known anymore; he was a husk, cracked open and spilling fear. My fingers found the lock, bending the steel like it was clay, the cage door groaning as it gave way. He lunged at me, wild and blind, and I struck fast - knocked him cold with a blow that felt like betrayal. His body slumped, limp and heavy, and I hauled him into the cart, draping a cloth over him like a shroud.I shoved the cart toward the door, every nerve screaming, when a shadow blocked my path. The hotel manager, all puffed-up indignation, glared down at me. "What the fuck? Who are you?! Why are you here? Don't you know this whole floor is reserved...?"His words choked off as my fist met his jaw. He crumpled, a sack of meat, and I dragged him back inside, stuffing him into the cag
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