LOGINHunter. It's clear Rio takes me for a fool, that damned stepbrother of mine. I gave him twelve days to give me back my money, but he thought I was joking. Soon, he'll understand I'm not. By the time I take my first action, he'll understand I'm not to be messed with. He has kept that secret for years, streaming online for millions of people across the realm to watch, but that was just a cover-up to what he actually wanted. He is in love with someone, and I'm just about to find out who that person is. I wasn't expecting him to reveal the person's identity at the bar. I just wanted him to know I have lots of guesses in my mind. Something at the back of my mind tells me it's Veil; however, I can't point fingers until I'm sure. Bile curls over my taste bud at the thought of Rio being secretly in love with Veil. Not that I care about his private life, I'm only looking for something I could use as leverage against him since he started this war between us from the very beginning of m
Rio. An air of awkwardness slips between us. That question is upsetting. I've never once told anyone what I feel while fucking myself for the world to see. But one thing is certain. I feel nothing but pleasure. The kind I don't even feel when I'm knee-deep into Emma. The reason is obvious. I think about Veil while I'm in that fantasy world, playing the role of the man who openly loves his stepsister. “It's fun. What else do you expect?” I hiss, turning my eyes away. Laughter greets my words. “Fun. Interesting.” He beckons to a waitress. As she comes, Hunter fucks her with his eyes. “Get me some wine.” He faces me as she walks away. “So this fun you're having, does your precious wife know about it?” “Shit!” I curse, brows curling. “No one knows except you, and no one should know.” “Hm,” he bobs his head, eyes lighting up when the waitress returns with the drink. Taking a gulp, he blurts. “You enjoy cheating then.” “I don't.”“Lies.” My heart gallops, this discussion is g
Rio. I've been in the bar for three hours, and yet there's no sign of Hunter. Discomfort begins to reel in, forcing me to keep darting my eyes downstairs at the entrance. Only the quietness of the bar seems to keep me from losing control already. A waitress comes, bearing the bottle of scotch I'd ordered, a flat smile on her face. She bows, “Here it is, alpha.” The tone of her voice is filled with admiration for me. That's what I get for being one of the Three Devils, the pack members, especially women, rave about. At least, they act demure around me, knowing I'm married. I nod my thanks and lift my glass to her. She pours in a measured quantity and turns away. I take the liquid, grunting at the burn it leaves in its wake in my throat, eyes back at the door below. “The fuck are you, Hunter?” I grumble under my breath, feeling uneasy. I don't understand his reason for keeping me waiting for so long. Doesn't he know I've got some work to attend to? I dial his number for the
Rio. It's twelve days already, and I'm completely restless. It's time to meet up with my deal with Hunter. He's demanding I pay millions for his lost shipment, but I only have a hundred thousand dollars with me. I had to sell my late mother's old car to raise that one hundred grand, only it's going to do little to pacify Hunter. With the way things are going, I might lose my position as the stand-in leader of the pack, or I might get banished from the pack by those conservative elders. Honestly, I don't know what to think again, except that I'm in trouble. I look over the bedroom window, down at the massive pack ground, while thoughts ping through my mind. I fasten my tie while Pudim stands behind me with my suit. “Have you figured out the shits that went on between Veil and alpha Damon yet, alpha?” His curious voice crackles through the battle raging inside me. “Not yet. I might have an inclination to what happened.” I supply, my eyes picking up Veil's figure moving over the
Emma. It's dark in the night, and I'm standing before the lands I'd instructed Veil to cultivate some days ago. It was an order I gave just to spite her, to punish her, and make her wish for death.However, I wasn't expecting it to turn out like this– fertile. The few places she'd cultivated the poppy seeds seem to be blooming. The lands don't seem barren anymore. They're blooming, a contrast to the efforts we put in to ensure that the land yields nothing. It'd worked for years until now. Until her.Things are changing quite rapidly, and that won't bode well for us. I curl my hands into fists, the night air blowing past my hair, carrying the scent of the poppy flowers springing out of the ground. I look to the moon, a grit to my jaw. “You're not going to spoil our plans, are you?”Looking back at the ground, I grab the tiny flower and crush it in my palm. Does that mean that what was said about her was true? Could Veil be the anchor wolf? No one has ever seen an anchor wolf b
Rio. “N-nothing, alpha.” Veil stutters. She's lying, I can already detect it. Those marks aren't nothing. “Nothing? What woman out there has such marks on her body?” She looks away, trembling. I know there’s more than meets the eye. What is she not telling me? “Veil?” “It's nothing, alpha!” She shouts, anxious. “Can we just forget about it?” Over my dead body. I'd be the last man on earth that would pretend I didn't see marks I've never seen before on my woman. The last man who'd keep quiet about it. The corner of my lips curls as I chuckle. “Do you take me for a fool, Veil?” “No, I…don't. But please…” “I don't take orders from you. Tell me what those marks are.” “I used to engage in crazy sports activities years back. I incurred many injuries from it.” Another lie. I take a look at the position of the camera. It's watching us from the balcony door. Reflexively, I drag her across the room until we're out of the camera's sight. She tries to pull her hand away, but I







