Mag-log inCrescent’s PovSeraphina, daughter of the north clan pack. Ruthless man, a tyrant. And the interesting part? In this twisted world, they thought pairing Anton and her would make the best allegiance and bring…My hands tightened around the jug, eyes hardening as I glared at the way she laughed and leaned into his touch. And Anton? He didn’t even spare me a glance.“Are you going to fill my cup or are you just going to stand there like a freaking statue?” she sneered.Did I mention that for some twisted reason, she has it out for me and it hasn’t even been up to twenty-four hours since she arrived? I guess I stepped on her toes the minute I questioned who she was and now, she was making sure that I suffered the blunt end of her wrath.“I am sorry,” I whispered, head bowed even though every part of my body hated that I had to act submissive to her.“Sorry isn’t going to cut it will it?” she growled.I moved faster than I thought I could, filling her cup and praying that I don’t spill it
Anton’s PovI was unhinged, my mind stuck on the way his lips felt on mine. The way he had moulded into me, as if he was made just for me.Surprisingly, the thought of him being a boy did nothing to me like I thought it would. I had held off touching just from the undeniable fear that I would be disgusted by what it felt like to touch a man.But the minute we kissed, the minute he moaned under my touch… fuck, it took everything in me not to bend him over the table and have my way with him.A knock sounded on my door, my nose flared as I tried to identify the scent, it couldn’t be Cory, and just like that, my body was thrown into heat, the sudden urge to rush back to my room like a fucking teenager and see how far we would kiss before he passed out from oxygen deprivation.“Easy there, boy,” I mentally scolded myself as I walked towards the door.These kinds of things were minutes we took things slow. There was only so much he could handle, he had been attacked twice and now, I had kis
Crescent’s PovThe second the door closed behind me, my knees buckled. I didn’t fight it, I crumbled to the ground, my breath in uneven pants as I tried to process what had just happened.The hallway was quiet, way too quiet for the chaos that was in my mind.My fingers trembled as they touched my lips, I could feel the tingling sensation, the burning scar that this wasn’t just my imagination, that Anton Storm had kissed me.What did this mean?I tore apart the moment in my head, analysing everything that had happened, and just like I had torn it apart, I stitched it back again, just to tear it apart the more. Nothing made sense, his hands had been on my face, his lips on mine, moulding against mine.I didn’t pull back either, I had kissed him as if my life depended on it, maybe it did. To him, this was nothing, but to me, this was everything.My first kiss. Something I never knew would happen.And just like that the excitement died down, he had kissed Cory. Not Crescent… this wasn’t
Anton’s PovWhat the hell has he done to me?Here I was in my office, with Cory on my lap as he sobbed on my chest, but rather than feel infuriated at the dampness that I felt on my chest. This was soothing, the way he wanted me, sort me out for comfort.Monsters don’t comfort and yet, in my chest he found solace. I knew why I had brought him here; I knew the reason that I brought him into the office, the question was on my desk. A fucking neckpiece that had no origin.He had the answer. And for the first time in a thousand lifetimes, I felt fear.Did I really want to know what this was about? Was I ready to find out that he wasn’t what I thought he was? Truthfully, I wasn’t. I knew the right thing to do would be to take him down to the dungeon and make sure that he told me everything that he knew.But the thought of seeing him in chains crying in pain, that gutted me. I could see him in chains, and the cries would never be of pain.Fuck! I force myself not to imagine what it would fe
Crescent’s PovI can’t tell if I should be excited or worried. The journal wasn’t found, the room had been turned upside down and somehow, they missed a spot, just one spot.But the neckpiece? The one that I had dragged off Ace’s neck. I don’t know what to think of it, if Ryan found it or Anton, what would they think?I guess there is no need to cry over spilt milk, I should just try to sort out this mess while I patiently hope for the best praying it isn’t wrapped in the worst.The door opened, just as I was about to clean the next room, the mess that the guards had made. “What the hell do you think that you are doing?” Anton growled, the force in his voice causing me to jump in fright.“I thought… the room…” the words felt rambled up in my mind. Come on, fucking use your words, I tried to tell myself, but it felt like the more I fought, the more I couldn’t get it right.“There are maids for that, hope you know that,” he said in a quiet tone, his eyes raking through my frame as if he
Anton’s povIf I had stayed there for one more second, I would have dragged him into my chest and kissed him. The minute his eyes snapped open and found mine, I had almost it.Every fibre in my body screamed for one thing, to have a feel of his lips against mine. To show myself that he was here, alive… not dead.“What are you doing here?” Ryan asked, walking into my office with a frown on his face. “Thought you would be in your room, playing guard dog,” he commented.I ignored his jab, keeping my eyes fixed on the neck piece he had dropped on my table. I needed to distract myself, anything to make sure that I don’t think about how vulnerable Cory looked.Fuck! I was fucking hard from just thinking about him.“Are you listening to me?” Ryan growled.“No,” I hissed, without missing a beat.He chuckled, “I knew you would say that… and…”“But you won’t fucking leave me alone,”I could growl and sound as grumpy as I would, but that wouldn’t deter him, Ryan was just that roach that wouldn’t







