Carson's POV Antoine shouted to us to take cover, and almost immediately the demon wolves started spitting fire at us. We can't change to our wolf form, as the fire would burn our fur, through to our skin. But then again, being in human form isn't that effective, since we wouldn't be as strong as being in wolf form. I took cover behind a tree, resting my back on the tree so that the demon wolves wouldn't be able to get to me. The rest of the pack warriors also maintained the same position, hiding behind different trees. The demon wolves were approaching us, fire burning from their eyes and nostrils, but there wasn't anything we could do. I racked my brain about what we could do to defeat them, but I couldn't get any idea. If only I had brought ammunition or any other weapon apart from only knives. But then, I wasn't expecting the battle to be this fierce. Although I've heard stories about these demon wolves, about how they had black powers, how they could set people on fire with th

Stacie's POV I reached her and hugged her tightly. I held a handful of her hair and inhaled the scent. The smell----- It wasn't Laurel's smell. It didn't smell like her. I heard a scoff against my neck, and I immediately removed my arms from her sides and looked at her face. However, it wasn't Laurel, it was Maggie. That crazy lesbian bitch! It must have been how stressed I was that had gotten to my mind, to the extent of even blurring my vision and making me confuse her for Laurel. Or perhaps, it was because I've been thinking about laurel so much, these days. "You crazy bitch!" I shouted, giving her a hard push by the chest, that sent her staggering backward. She had an annoying smirk on her face. She was mocking me. "What did you put inside the drink the other day? Why did you even leave it on my table? Why did you try to poison me? What did you even do to me." I had so many questions for her, which she must answer. I've been thinking a lot about it lately, just that my chores

Antoine's POV I was running down deep into the woods, and a figure was coming behind me, chasing me in hot pursuit. I was fast, but he was faster. I looked back to check his face, and then I saw it was Lucifer, the leader of the demon wolves pack. "Why was he chasing me?" I wondered. He had a murderous look on his face, and he was holding a sword that had a shiny blade which suggested it would be very sharp. He was pointing it aggressively in front of him. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, but he was a good runner as if he had been specially trained to chase after people all his life. He was soon going to catch up with me, so I doubled my speed and he soon noticed and kind of tripled his own speed and he soon caught up with me, hitting my head violently with the handle of his sword. I felt a sharp pain course through my head, and I immediately stopped running, grasping my head with both of my hands and yelping in pain. He pushed me hard and I staggered forward, barely manag

Antoine POV Stacie pressed the knife against my neck, and it cut slightly through my skin. I could feel the pain, but the funniest part of it was that I couldn't get my mind to think properly or even react. The impact of her soft breast pressing against my hard back was clouding my brain and overriding my senses. I opened my mouth to say something but then she pressed her breast further into my back and I closed my mouth back, swallowing hard in my throat. It was so confusing and it felt so hard, trying to utter a word. I didn't like the way I was feeling but I couldn't help it. Maybe being away from women, sex, and everything, all this time is taking hold of my body. Because, the last time I remembered, I used to have control over little things like this, over a little sexual desire, over a pesky libido. Even when most of the slaves had packed themselves to my chambers, naked and wet for me, I hadn't even touched them at all. Even with the fact that I had been drunk and everything,

Antoine's POV I hadn't expected Stacie's outburst. I was only asking a question, so why the flare-up? I ignored her words. "Just in case, you shouldn't slip it out to anyone, whosoever it is. Not by mistake, not by anything else." That got her on the edge again. "Why!? Why shouldn't I just go and shout out to everyone, in a loud and clear voice!" She said, then her voice softened as she said; "what is so bad about the fact that I'm your mate?" Her voice grew louder again. "Is there any reason I should not tell anyone?" "Just one. Because I'm asking you not to" Her expression hardened. "Not good enough." She started to turn away, but I caught her arm and pulled her into my embrace. "Stacie-----" Her body stiffened in my embrace, the gesture shocked even me. I quickly pulled out of the embrace, the moment my hand made contact with her arm. But I had felt the touch, light as it was and I could see how she had also responded to my touch in the softening of her eyes, in the slight int