LOGINLucas's POV I found myself walking out of my mother's sight even though I had promised myself I wasn't going to let the hatred I had for her get the best of me. At least within the walls of Silverline Pack.It was quite clear that Vivienne had met her a few times, behind my back. Apparently, she'd talked about the marriage proposal to her without my permission, after I clearly refused it. And that, more than anything else, repulsed me.Amelia was right when she said a lady like Vivienne, spoiled under the guise of being pampered, would do anything possible to get what she wanted, which is why we shouldn't give her any opening.Although, I'd brought Amelia to this party as my plus one for many reasons, and at the bottom of that list was the fact that I was sealing any opening for unwanted marriage prospects shut, by showing Amelia off to the world, right by my side.It could just be me overthinking things, but those two, Vivienne and Amelia, seemed to know each other. But I decided,
Amelia's POV "Really? You? Uncomfortable?" I teased, raising a brow."I didn't say I was scared. I was simply cautious. There's a difference." he said, and I laughed at how quickly he corrected me."Sure, sure." I said, still grinning.“I mean it, Wildcat. You should've seen me the first time I sat across from her. I was maybe twenty-two. I don't think I said a single unnecessary word the entire hour.” he added, and I actually turned to look at him, trying to picture a twenty-two-year-old version of the man currently sitting beside me like he owned the car, the hotel, and possibly the entire street outside."That's genuinely hard to imagine." I said."Believe it or not, I wasn't always like this," he said, gesturing vaguely at himself."Insufferable?" I offered."Confident and reckless when I want to be" he corrected, and I rolled my eyes so hard, the balls nearly fell off.He let the silence sit for a second before the corner of his mouth twitched. "So… Looking like the Queen, huh?"
Amelia's POV That was all he seemed to have been waiting for. Lucas slid his hands into her hair and cupped my head, pulling me toward him so he could claim my mouth. His lips tasted metallic and sharp, the taste of undiluted whiskey. Had he been drinking? I thought, but his sobriety was the last thing on my mind as I deepened the kiss, taking his tongue into my mouth. His tongue played around with mine, and I almost lost it. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he leaned down and grabbed my buttocks, pulling me even closer. I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my groin. He was hard for me. I sucked in a breath through my nose and grabbed his shirt to balance myself, ending the kiss. “God, I want you,” he muttered, then he went back to tasting every corner of my mouth. We didn’t say it, didn’t speak it. I merely reached for his shirt and tugged it free from his pants, then slipped my hands against his bare stomach. He hissed against my mouth, not because we
Amelia's POV I whimpered, thrilled beyond belief with the images of what he wanted to do with me, to me, but so desperate to have that massive ridge of male heat inside me I thought I might die. Wanting to at least feel him in my hand, to see if I could even close it around him, I stepped closer and reached for his elastic waistband. I tugged it down, letting the back of my fingers brush against the smooth, warm skin, silky soft yet hard, and drew in a satisfied breath when he quivered in reaction. “I’d say we both have a lot to do,” I whispered. Oh, such a lot. So fucking much. I took as much as I could of him into my palm and stroked, hearing him hiss out a low, controlled breath. If I had my way, he wouldn’t maintain that control for long. “Wait…” “You’re the one who wanted to do lots of other things.” I joked. “Yeah, I wanted to do them to you.” “Fair’s fair,” I insisted as I slowly stroked him, letting his body’s moisture dampen my palm, making each stroke more slick
Amelia’s POV“Why is he passed out from those shots? Shouldn’t he be healing immediately? Why is he bleeding so much?” I asked all at once, demanding answers because it was the only thing that could either ease or increase the panic that clawed at my throat.Kash had helped to bring Lucas into the room, so he was currently the only one in the room with Lucas and I. I turned to face him, eyes glassy even as I tried my hardest to stay strong.Kash blinked several times, as if he was having a hard time searching for the best words to respond to me.That made me even more restless.He stepped closer then, taking a good look at Lucas’ bleeding arm.“It was poison… something that would be fatal even to a lycan.” he answered, still looking around the wound, his frown deepening the more he stared.“He was injured in the same arm yesterday… it was already weird that he didn’t heal since” I offered since he looked so confused.Then the frown smoothed a bit from his face, as he rose to his full
Damian's POVIt had taken every ounce of my humility to make the drive down the dusty road leading toward the edge of town. I did not like coming here, any more than I liked having to grovel at my brother's feet. But it was necessary to do this, as the Alpha of the pack.Up ahead, the gates and tall walls of Lucas's biker clubhouse rose out of the landscape. More like biker shithouse, I thought to myself.I knew coming here was a massive risk. Lucas has always hated my guts, and he probably hates me more now that we both know he's just an illegitimate son, and his men weren't exactly known for their warm hospitality toward anyone who wasn't their boss. But I didn't really have a choice. Everything was falling apart, and if I wanted to save what was left of our family's legacy, I had to swallow my pride.I pulled the car to a stop near the main entrance, turned off the engine, and stepped out onto the gravel. Instantly, half a dozen armed guards stepped out from behind the gates, the







