Leah's POV We were flying. As Darren revved the engine, I felt the power of the motorbike beneath me. A wave of adrenaline rushed through my body. The wind whipped past me, tugging at my Armani suit as the bike roared and accelerated down the road. The scenery around me became a blur as we flew past. It was the first time I felt my world literally reduced to a blur of colors and shapes. I mean, I had ridden a horse before, but riding on Torrent was completely different from riding Darren. No. I mean riding along with Darren on a bike. I gripped Darren's waist tightly. My body tensed with fear. I could feel my heart pounding against his back, with my breath coming in quick gasps. But despite my fear, I felt that Darren was of great confidence and control of a fast-moving bike. The road stretched out before us like a ribbon, and he navigated every turn and curve with ease. For a moment, I felt that we had become part of the bike. The roar of the engine filled my ears, drowning out

Leah's POV "Leah, you're being a very naughty girl," Jalin whispered while looking directly into my eyes. The expression in his eyes was as cold and sharp as surgical knives. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't, because my wrists were locked by his hand. I panicked and struggled because the wolf in me panicked as well. Like every time she screwed up something, she immediately backed off and let me take over. "Let go of me..." I whispered, trying to take back my arms from his grip. Jalin recognized the human sanity in my voice but still refused to let go of my arms. He tilted his head and asked in a cold, steady voice, "Have you calmed down? Are you ready to talk?" I avoided his inquiring eyes by turning my head away, biting my lips in shame, and nodding slightly. Jalin let go of my arms and sat on the side of the sofa. I tried to climb up, but my head was spinning and the next thing I realized, I was leaning against his shoulder. He sighed and wrapped his arm around my s

Jalin's POV I love my job of being a Lycan's Beta. But there are times in my life that make me hate being a werewolf in general. If I were a human being, I could easily bash someone's head against the wall and torture him the way I like it until that motherfucker decides to cooperate with me, because, well, human beings were born with the right to be unapologetically ruthless and mean to their own kinds. But no. I am a werewolf and I wasn't born with an innate need of killing my own kind. Plus, I work for a Lycan Prince. So I have to handle technicalities very carefully when it comes to torturing someone for confession. "I'll give you one more chance to tell me who you really are." I stared at Finn, who was curling up on the floor in front of me. He was covered in blood and there wasn't a single part of his skin that was still intact. I know now it's too late to say something like I have absolutely nothing to do with it, but the truth is, when I arrived at Sheridan Club 20 minute

Leah's POVAva stood there with her eyes blazing with fury and her body quivering with rage.Her chest heaved with each breath, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white.I reckoned that she was a storm that was about to break loose.Her voice was low and dangerous, growling like she was possessed by her own inner beast, "How dare you, Leah Lewyn? Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of Alpha Saxon of the Blazebite Prowlers Pack!"

Leah's POV"Finn, I'm here," I whispered as I walked into his bedroom.I didn't know why. Whenever I talked to him, my voice was softened and quieter than usual. There was something so melancholy about him that made me want to hug him in my arms, devoting all my tenderness and love to him.Is love supposed to be this painful? I thought to myself.Finn stood still in front of the French window without any acknowledgment of my presence. It seemed that he was enjoying the lake view outside. But when I wa