Bernael's POV　　I'd challenge anyone to find a better armoury than what stands before me. Lucifer, Zeus and even the almighty angels would struggle to compete with my compilation of ancient and modern-day deadly weapons that line my walls. Running my fingers over the cool metal of a sword, a sense of satisfaction washed over me; it had taken me years to cultivate my collection. 　　Looking down at my son, who was panting pathetically, I found myself snarling at him in disgust. He had always had so much potential; his ability to shut off from his humanity and get shit done was his biggest strength! We had spent years studying the world's monsters; he knew to research and investigate them before striking! Learn what made them tick and what made them weak, then use that knowledge to destroy or manipulate. 　　Which is what I had tasked him to do with Abigail. I needed her to take her place by my side like my son and be an asset to this family. Given her mother's hatred and fear of me, I k

　　Bernael's POV　　"As I suspected, you got free with a little persuasion and a gentle nudge!" I taunted, sensing my son's wolf appearing behind me. 　　"GENTLE!" he hissed, nodding. I turned to face him; "I could have cut off his favourite toy to get him to see sense, so yes! Gentle!" I declared with a bored tone. Locking eyes on my son's bloodied clothes, I smirked. 　　"I hope they were not expensive!" I sneered, knowing they were. Like me, my son had expensive taste in everything. Turning back to look at the book in front of me, I smiled, hearing the husky voice of Ares.　　"The blood will come out." He snapped back at me sarcastically.　　"Hmm." I grinned, hearing the animalistic growl rip from my son's throat and nodded, clicking my fingers. "Yes, but a bit pointless if you have torn them to shreds during your first change." I grinned, sitting on the same padded seat as earlier, watching my son drop to his knees on all fours. 　　I watched his body in fascination as it was quite an exp

　　Abigail's POV 　　Frozen, not in fear but in shock, I watched the events unravel, unable to speak. What the hell had gotten into Jason and Archer? Despite it being Archer in control, Jason was happily allowing his wolf to pin his father to a wall and threaten him. 　　I saw Marcus move out of my provisional vision, grabbing my arm and tugging me to his side protectively. My only thought in the bedlam was that he evidently doesn't hate me after all! As we moved quickly around the table, Marcus Threw me behind his back, pulling Mia non to gently from her seat to barricade us both behind him, using his body as a shield to protect us if needed. 　　From what? Her son?　　Looking at Jason, my heart sank, seeing Archer force his father to submit. 　　"This is insane." I whispered breathlessly. Pushing past Marcus, trying to shrug off his attempt to pull me back to the safety he offered. Shaking my head, I looked between his eyes and the terrified eyes of Mia. She was so scared, but not for her

　　Abigail's POV　　Watching Jason and Kayla dance was about as fun as waxing my pubes with duct tape, but this pink punch made it better!　　I leaned my head on Tommy's shoulder and looked up at him, waiting for his answer. My eyes drifted over his angular jaw, which seemed to be tense, his eyes filled with longing making me grin; following his line of sight, I nodded, realising who he was looking at like a lust-filled teenager. 　　"Are you crushing on his girl?" I asked plainly, poking him in the ribs. To which he laughed, gripping my fingers tightly. "Ouchy!" I cried, pulling them away with a dramatic groan, "That hurt!" I lied, trying to grab a cup of the punch as a server walked passed with a tray. Holding it up to him in a cheer, I showed him my red finger and pouted as he tried to take my cup away.　　 "It's medicinal!" I grinned quickly, downing it in three gulps. He was right; this stuff was potent, I don't remember the last time I felt, tipsy let alone drunk, and as my vision blu

　　Abigail's POV　　He looked up from my flushed body and stared into my eyes. I could sense that he wanted me, but he was determined to be in control: he was used to the woods being his domain and being the king of it! His confidence made me feel weak with desire. 　　"You have the most amazing cock." I breathed, "Please, fuck me with it", I begged, knowing it was what he wanted to hear; feeling his stiff cock bulging in my hand as I begged, I instantly knew he wanted me and this just as much as I did. 　　"Good girl." He grinned. Without warning, he pulled from my grasp, making me pout. I was about to ask why seeing him get to his knees, but my mouth fell open, peering at his cock hanging between us. Realising for the first time that he was fully dressed, minus his jeans hung a little low on his hips, whereas I was completely naked, I was truly vulnerable and at his mercy! 　　And shit, I loved it! 　　My eyes fell to his cock, taken back by its length, a good 8-9 inches, thick and so very