Kasan's POV:There are three things that I hate the most in this world: My father, my mother and....myself. I've always had no control over my anger ever since I was young. While others feared what I would do if I was pushed too far, my father however, was ecstatic....or should I say proud. Kenley was nothing more than naive child and as the oldest, I was the one who was trained to inherit his position. I didn't know why but I liked the idea of giving orders and looming over others, so to say I was happy was an understatement. Things only started to get out of hand when I had taken a few of my brawls too far. Father started doubting both my sanity and my ability to lead while my mother started to avoid communicating with me. Henceforth, Kenley became their new hope and joy. I was angry, but after a while, I honestly didn't mind. I couldn't hate my brother for stealing something he didn't ask for anyway....especially since he was now the only one who didn't treat me like I was some

Short Flashback: It had been a few nights since I ran away. My parents probably still new nothing of my disappearance. Their main priorities back then were maintaining the relationship between them and the Riders in order for they themselves to be safe if anything were to happen. So at times when I needed them the most, they were always stuck sucking up to their superiors wherever that may be, leaving me alone at home to 'practice' with my brother. Sometimes it'd take days for them to return home and other times its weeks. At first, I wasn't bothered as long as I had food to eat, guns to play around with and my brother to lean on...but after the night of Lucas's first shift, everything changed and I began to plead for the days to come when they were actually home.... that way, I wouldn't have to suffer at the hand of my brother. But breathing a word to them would mean the end for us all --as Lucas would always say--- so I did the only thing I could.....RUN. That was how I ended up

Kasan's POV...A person who could change expressions instantly...Everyone who knew me personally has always described me in such a way, but today, it wasn't me who changed emotions within the span of a second....it was Clara. And I had no idea whether it forebode something unfavourable or not. Appalled and confused, my fingers loosened their hold on her waist and slowly slid off her almost unblemished skin. She wasn't glaring at me like she'd been doing before but I had no faith that anything would be much different than last time. When Kenley told me she wanted to leave, I wasn't surprised....more like disappointed. It's funny how we hadn't spent much time together yet I expected that she'd stay. Ludicrous. The air gave off an ominous vibe, like shit was bout to go down, but unlike what I'd have imagined, a tender smile broke out unto her face. This sudden change in the atmosphere....what could it mean? "I thought you said I had to be a good girl to get stuff? Right now it

Clara’s POV: “Can I do it…with my tongue…?”I was hesitant, not because I didn’t want to do it but because I wasn’t prepared for that kind of fun. Finger myself in front of him, jack him off nice and good and then fuck like never before. That was how it was supposed to go. But to drop this bomb is so fucking unfair! Him giving me head? I couldn’t have guessed that today would be that day.His tongue did wonders whenever we kissed, swirling down my throat and turning me into a moaning mess within seconds. Now, to have him put that tongue inside me?That’d be…heaven!“You sure you wanna do that? If you’re bad at it, I’m gonna take this up a notch and strap your feet to the bed.” I murmured. I was trying to hide my overflowing excitement, but I could feel my cheeks slowly heating up and my chest palpitating.And, as we spoke, my hole was leaking for some kind of friction. The only thing I could do was rub my thighs together because my fingers were simply no longer the standard. My hole

A few minutes later and they were close to completely searching every nook and cranny, except for this room of course. I remember even hearing furniture moving and glass breaking. Are they searching or destroying everything in their path?!I chewed on my lip and kept silent up until they started to file out, the woman making it out before the others.“It seems Alpha doesn’t trust that she-wolf.” Lucas said as I heard him gently plop down on to the bed. I turned to look at him and held back a smile as I watched him barely manage to keep his butt situated at the edge of the bed.Does he think Kasan will kill him if he sits down?“You can sit comfortably; Kasan isn’t even here.” I waved my hand back and forth in a gesture for him to move further up the bed. “By the way, do you know anything about this? Does she maybe…seem…” my lips pursed, hesitating to finish.‘Does she maybe seem familiar?’ …Was what I wanted to say but couldn’t get it out.I’d been holding onto the question for a bit.