All Chapters of The Villain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The VillainI woke up with a crick in my neck and an attitude. I slept horribly last night and it was partially because of the news of my new mate, my confrontation with Maya and then explaining why Maya was moping around more than usual to Garret and a falsely sympathetic Gia.The news went over Freya's head, she was too busy sewing up a cape made of dead leaves to bother to pay attention. Gia, however, was over the moon. I've never seen her happier than the time she found out that Angelina and Brad were over. Though, I'm just biding my time to tell her that nothing is going to happen between Kaden and I.I won't let it happen.I needed to stay away from that man if I wanted to have any chance of sticking to my plan... and maybe my sanity.I knew the moment I fell for him, it would be over for me and quite possibly Freya because she relied on me too. We were going to grab Dad and run away together, but he might ruin everything. Because even if I won't admit it... the Bond is already s

The KnightThis girl was worming her way under my skin, in my head and I can't say I'm mad about it. She was special. I knew it the moment I first laid eyes on her but what I didn't expect was how much she was going to make me work for it. I'm not mad about that either, I love a good challenge, and getting Morgan to fall for me is becoming my favourite past-time.I pulled up into the curving driveway of the packhouse. I threw Ricky the keys when I spotted him jogging down the steps to meet me.I walked into my house, nodding at the many bowed heads of my pack members in greeting. I don't stop there, I make a beeline for the stairs, to the west wing. When I'm in front of his door I throw it open and take in my surroundings.Zain is sprawled out on his bed, butt naked with two blondes on either side of him. I put my fingers to my mouth and blow. "Up and at 'em soldier." Zain flew up, his dick hanging, spine straight, and hand at his forehead in a salute.It works every time.He blinked t

The VillainKaden hasn't climbed through my window in a week and I don't know how I feel about it. A part of me is worried while another part wants to punch him in his throat if I ever see him.I'm worried about my Dad. How is he doing in the prison? Are the others well? I haven't heard from anyone... not Malcolm, not Jacob either, and I'm feeling restless and uneasy about that. Will they really be executed this time?No, Kaden wouldn't do that.He wouldn't kill my father... right?I told Gia what happened as soon as I caught sight of her the night he was taken. I remember her words exactly. "Good riddance." As if he was nothing. As if he wasn't her mate and the father of her children.But who am I kidding? Gia has never cared for anyone but herself. I shouldn't have expected much from her but the sad thing is, I did expect something. Grief, regret... something. Anything! But I was wholly disappointed.At this point,

The VillainHe guided me down the stairs, past the wine cellar, to the damp, cold basement. Here, there was none of the vibrant colour and elegancy as upstairs. Here it was just stone and freezing air. I could see my breath leave my lips in white mist and watch it disappear further into the darkly lit room. I shivered."Are you cold?" I didn't get the chance to answer before he was shrugging out of his blazer and draping it over my shoulder. His scent surrounded me and I relaxed within its warmth, inhaling his intoxicating scent like an addict."Wouldn't you be cold?" I murmured."Are you worried about me, princess?"I rolled my eyes. "I knew I shouldn't have asked." He chuckled and guided me deeper into the room."Why are we here? Is my surprise my very own ghost? You know I always wanted one," I say sarcastically."Patience, princess. All will come in due time." He took my hand and I let him only because it was dark

The KnightIt's not the fact that she's my mate that has my blood boiling, even though that's a contributing factor, it's the fact that they were ready to touch her when she clearly didn't want them to. That's not something I stand for and I'll be a dead man before I let something like that slide under my roof. In my pack.Rage sweeps through me like a hot knife at that thought and I stomped on the gas, my hands almost vibrating with barely controlled anticipation.I swing to a stop in front of the packhouse after dropping Morgan off and hop out. Zain meets me on the porch leaning against the door a cigarette hanging from his lips. "They're in the basement," he threw out.I don't say anything pushing through the front doors. My Gamma, Kyler nods with a stoneface before following me, Zain not far behind. I open the door to the basement and instantly the sounds of the men whimpering and begging, find me at the top of the staircase. I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. __________