Lazarus povSo close. I was so goddamn close, but then these two assholes appeared out of nowhere, and Luka had to act like a fucking idiot. First of all, today, more than ever, I wonder how the hell we are related. But most importantly, I can't wrap my mind around what happened in Sarah's cabin. Did that moron really grab me by the ear and drag me out of there like a misbehaving child?Oh, bring it on; I'm ready to wreak havoc. I free myself from his grip and push Luka away from me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I scream at him as Lenox watches us with amusement. Speaking of which, when did the spawn of Satan arrive, and why did he decide to visit Luka's district?Since Luka does nothing but stare at me, well, maybe he throws daggers out of his eyes, but who cares, I turn my attention to Lexon. "To what do we owe the displeasure, menace?" A wide grin spreads across my lips as I scan the surroundings and add, "I don't see your broom around. Have you given up the old act and de

Lenox povAnd it's official- I might be an idiot when I don't control my emotions. Not only did I say way too much, but I also blew my cover. More or less. If this cat person is half as smart as I believe she is- she'll put two and two together. In no time, once the twatwaffle leaves, she'll bring up the bits about my brothers. I didn't intend to tell her that all three of us are related; that was a detail I wanted to keep to myself and use as an advantage. Well, shit happens; I'll have to come up with a new plan. The micro dick looks back and forth between me and the pussycat a few times, sends her what I assume is supposed to be a threatening glare, turns around and trudges to his car. "Aye, dickwaffle!" I call out to him. Honestly, I didn't think the moron would react, but he stops in his tracks and turns around. "Yes, Alpha?"First of all, I have no idea how I can hold my face as straight as it is. The fact that he reacted to the insulting nickname and spoke up in that angry

Lazarus povSometimes I feel like there's no bigger cockblocker than my own damn brothers. And at this point, it's not just a feeling. Let's be fair- what could be a bigger turn-off than watching someone drag your man out of the building?Should I punch Luka's gut, rearrange his face or go for the easiest option: murder? I have no idea which I'll choose, but I'm leaning far too close to the latter option. He's blown my chances with an insanely attractive cat shifter. I keep wondering about this bullshit even after my brothers leave, and I'm left alone with the urgent need for a plan. A bet, they said...How could I make a woman fall in love with me? I mean, I could rail her until she can taste the damn stars, but is that enough to reach her on an emotional level? Sarah isn't my everyday quickie or a one-night stand. One look at her was enough for me to want to claim her. I'm taking a big risk here because women like Sarah were created to be worshipped and loved, not used and thrown

Lenox pov It's not that I enjoy being the bad guy in someone's story.. No, scratch that- I very much enjoy being the bad guy when overly sensitive snowflakes tell the stories. Anyway, once again, I managed to be the bad guy in someone's story; to be more precise- in Luka's story. I didn't do shit, I just stood by and watched him mess up his chances, yet I'm supposed to feel bad? Why should I? All is fair in love and war, and I'm actually eager to win the bet. Unlike someone. "I can't believe she left," Luka repeats for what might be the millionth time. For the past few hours, he's been pacing the cabin and repeating the same crap over and over again. Not that I should tell him it'd be better if he tried to catch up with Sarah, right? I mean, a good brother would do just that, but he already pointed out how bad I am far too many times, so I'll just stick to the role Luka gave me."I can't believe she fucking left!" Luka growls again. Is this guy that stupid, or is this all just

Lenox povIf my dear brothers think I'd be one to drop an issue, they're so bloody wrong; it's hilarious. See what I did there? Bloody, that's a pun for what I intend to enjoy. A childish giggle escapes my lips as I approach the forest line. Every time I plan some fun, I can't help but get overly excited at the thoughts running through my mind. And the closer I get to the action, the more my body trembles.I tighten my grip around the axe and take a deep breath in preparation for the weekend trip to the happy land. For the record- I never asked him to get in my way or test my patience. I'm but a consequence rather than the problem. A possibly far too friendly smile spreads across my lips as I walk into the forest. Now, this is where the real fun begins.I watch my surroundings and the ground, ensuring I don't step on any branches as I approach my target. It'd be a waste of time if I gave away my location to someone who's not supposed to see me coming.As I predicted, he's too stupi