LOGINVeil. Hunter wipes the corner of his mouth, pinning me with a stare. I'm too frozen to move. Too locked in pain to look away. He's with Ava. In the bathroom. He was...fucking her. The flash of pain comes again, and I force the lump in my throat down, hoping it's going to quench the agony. It doesn't. Instead, it flares. Hunter moves away from the door, eyes narrowed at me. He knocks his shoulder into mine while heading to the exit.I flinch when he slams the door shut after him, leaving just me and Ava. My head swivels back at her. Her lipstick has been smeared and I can only imagine how deeply he must have kissed her. Ava chuckles, pinning me with a condescending look. She walks into my space, huffing. "You managed to survive. You truly don't want to die, do you?" I don't respond, just watching her circle around me. "Hunter was just telling me how much of a weakling you are. A failure. Tell me, aren't you tired of failing at everything, even your own death?" Goddess, those
Veil. We land in the pack about an hour later, and as we step off the chopper, our jaws drop seeing the number of pack members that gathered in the pack house to welcome us. They sprinkle confetti in the air, clapping and whistling as a group of servants places a red carpet on the ground for us to walk on. Rio is all smiles seeing their effort in welcoming us back, and Hunter, well, is Hunter. He keeps a straight face whilst waving one hand at the people, the other tucked into his pocket. I, on the other hand, just beam. It's a forced smile. I'm definitely sure they aren't doing this for me. It's for Rio and Hunter, but because I'm caught in the middle, they don't have any choice but to reward me with the same treatment. As we advance to the doorstep, Emma appears wearing a sexy white silk dress. Her cleavage left in the open, nipples peaking through. Her hair bundled at her nape. She really put in a lot of effort to welcome her husband. "Baby." She croons, steps forward, and f
Hunter. With my last strength, I leap over the barrier to the villa. My knees buckle on the ground while I stare at the horde of monsters with anger in their eyes, whilst clutching the jar to my chest. Hard breaths pump out of me. The moon gleaming like it's unbothered about my travail.I made it out. Oh, beings, I outran them. Relief punches through my chest. I watch them roar, waiting to see what their next plan will be. However, a second later, they all turn and leave. It's still a mystery what keeps them off this villa. A spell, perhaps? Exhaling, I stagger back to my feet and trudge into the villa. Everywhere is quiet, save for the hoots of the owls. I kick the front door shut, navigating my way to them. I check their pulse. Veil's pulse, and it's almost faint. "Fuck. Hang on." Apprehension seizes my veins, and with trembling hands, I open the jar's lid and bring about a few leeches, its back shining under the silvery moon sneaking into the room through the window. I pla
Hunter. The roar of voices drags me out of my unconscious state. My eyes ache; opening them is a tad difficult. However, what aches more is my torso and head. I'm quick to remember the disaster that met me under the Rotheart tree. Those blue-bleeding monsters. They're tougher than I expected, I'll give them that. I exhale, noticing the intense heat licking my body. Shit, am I in hell already? No way that's true. At that, I open my aching eyes. The first thing I see is fire. No, not just fire. A burning cauldron. It's so massive and looks like the jaws of hell itself. Smoke clouding the space.The worst part is that I'm hanging above the cauldron, suspended in a rope-like frame that looks like a gibbet. I glance up and notice the long chain running through an iron ring fixed to the top beam, connected to a winch below.Fear curdles my blood immediately. Am I about to be cooked alive? I start thrashing in the frame in fear, my belly knotting. Shit, they're seriously about to co
Hunter.In less than twenty minutes, I'm fully prepared to leave the villa back into the crippling cold out there. I have a backpack packed to the brim with items I'm going to use: a jar to put the leeches, water, pipe smoke, goggles, an electric torch, knives, and more knives. Heck, I'm going to need a lot more knives out there if I'm going to face those monsters. Hence, I strap them in different parts of my body.I exit the room, fully dressed in a jacket and strong boots. Reentering the parlor and glimpsing at them, at Veil, I'm forced to remember the way she fussed over me not long ago just to tend to my wound. The command in her voice. She may look meek, but she has fire in her waiting to be unleashed. The wound is still hurting, but I can manage it while I hunt for the Blackroot leeches. Unbidden, I inch close to where they are, unconscious and green, and run my finger down the blade of her neck. Something swells inside me. Wait, is that emotion pulling through me? Huh, th
Hunter. Fuck, my body is betraying me. It has been betraying me since yesterday. The fact that I'm trying to control it and it's not working is driving me insane. All through the night, I kept touching myself, jizzing like I'm in a rut. All because of her. I tried to hide it. Kept my distance. Unfortunately, this bullshit attack and wound has revealed my secret. Veil's face is tomato-red as her hand hangs above my groin. Above my boner. She's found out the truth. Now it only adds to my anger for her. She tries to speak, but I rush to my feet immediately, cutting her off. What was I thinking when I allowed her to touch me? Shit, I already messed up once. I'm not fucking up again. I refuse to go down the same rabbit hole Rio had gone down because of her. She's my worst enemy, and it has to stay that way.I'm Hunter, leader of the Ironclaw MC, and I'm going to claw these shitty arousals I keep feeling out of my body. This fucking boner. "Hun..." "Save your breath. You've done e
Veil.“Wait, what?” My eyes widen beyond their capacity as Pudim's words circle my head again. “Why would they do that?” I've heard stories about the Cold Mountains. It's the worst place anyone can be in. No one knows exactly what devours the souls of those who have been there, but whatever it is
Veil. “Easy, easy there…” A soft, feminine voice coos to me the second I spring up awake. My eyes are owl-wide, fear rippling off of me as I look around, wondering where I am. I feel so disoriented, waking up in this strange place. The last thing I remember is Hunter pushing me off his manor's r
Rio.She’s back. My little moon.The rush of excitement that whooshed through me when I heard the news was unlike anything I’d felt before.Six years without seeing Veil, my little stepsister who turned my world around, was torture.She doesn’t know it. No one does, but Veil is my obsession. The on
Veil.Six years away from the pack didn’t prepare me for this moment. The pack square is crowded, murmurs rippling from every corner.They spill curses at me as I’m forced to stand on the stage, facing the whole Moonbloom pack.That word “traitor” is hurled from every side.Some of them have placar







