All Chapters of In His Arms: The Alpha’s Temptress: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DAEMON'S POV The walk to the warehouse was fast and silent, the kind that makes rage build in seconds. Lucas didn't speak, he knew better. Neither did I, not because I enjoyed the silence, but because I couldn't wait to get my hands on the boy. My hands curled into fists the moment we made the bend for the path leading straight iron gates of the warehouse. The closer we got, the stronger zephyr became, letting rage fuel his instincts. As soon as we pulled up at the large doors, the guards flanking the entrance straightened and lifted the bars from the floor. Lucas and I went in, while the rest stayed out, leaving the business for those who could deal. “Why the warehouse? Tired of killing people in the pack?” Lucas spoke for the first time, and I didn't quite like it. We froze a few feet away from where I guessed the boy was, facing each other. “What do you mean?” I asked. He scoffed, shaking his head. “Of course you can't see it alpha Daemon, until your hands are heavy with the

PENELOPE'S POV Warmth from the fireplace pulled me away from the bed to its side, where I sat with my legs cradled up and supporting my jaw. The fire crackled in the silence that filled my room, shadows dancing against the stone walls as though they whispered things I didn't want to hear.I hadn't changed out of the occasion dress despite Daemon's advice to get changed before he left my room. The dual colors of the fire danced to the tunes of the breeze, carving a path down my memory to the event that occurred in the garden. Julian's blood. Daemon's claws. And how it still had to do with me. Was Callista right about it being my fault?The scene replayed behind my eyes with clarity, Daemon didn’t hesitate. One second, Julian was defending himself. The next, he was crumpling. I didn’t even have time to scream. And Daemon stood there like he'd simply swatted a fly.He did it for me. I knew that. He was protecting me or perhaps what I had become to him. And that's what I'm mostly scared

BIANCA'S POV The knocks on my door stirred me out of sleep. Clumsily, I slipped out of the bed, holding my position on the bed until my vision was clear enough for me to stand up. The next knock came again, louder this time, with Ardan's voice following after. “Open the damn door, Bianca! I know that son of a bitch is in there! Open it, let me…” he kept yelling and cursing, while I simply padded to the door and swung it open. “Haven't you learnt not to display this madness in another man's home?” I greeted with kind words, eyeing his attire. His eyes however, were hovering above my shoulders, searching the room for Julian. I moved aside. “You can go in to search,” I muttered before retiring to the room. He did come in, searching quietly with his eyes and a clenched jaw. “I know he was here,”“Like I said, you're only speculating things,” “Is that what you think of me? A fool?” He gruffed. I stopped taking my clothes off and looked at him through the mirror. “If you so much belie

JULIAN'S POV“Don't look away,” I moaned, thrusting deeper into her. Her back arched, wild and perfect like her body was trying to run from me. The heat between us increased with every thrust, every ache.I gripped her tight, grounded her with every thrust of control until my name escaped her lips. “Julian…” Slow, painful, but the pleasure in her eyes said otherwise. She clawed the sheets, moaned my name louder, but I didn't ease up. She looked up again, mouth slightly open and eyes burning with pride. “I'm cumming,” I groaned, pulling out immediately and dragging the condom off my dick. She sat just in time, hands wrapped around my trembling legs as she received every drop of my cum on her face. “Fuck,” I exhaled and fell on her. We lay quietly in bed, skin against skin, taking in the breathless silence. Evening came with a great flush of wind, the type that lingered with whisperings and rumors from the pack. Everyone was talking, opinions being uttered in every corridor of

PENELOPE'S POV Isolde? Who's she?Deamon ignored most of my questions as he dressed. I stopped asking and stood by the door, arms folded across my breast. “You're not leaving till I know who she is,” “Pen,” he exhaled, grabbing his keys before walking to where I was. “Just get dressed, come downstairs, and everything will be explained to you, okay?” I didn't want to believe him, I didn't though. But I had to take his words because I had a gutting feeling that sooner than later, Callista would be at his door, knocking to see her father. “I need to be down there,” he added. He rubbed my arms, but I pulled away immediately and stepped out of his way. “I'll go first. Follow the second hallway back to your room. The first will be occupied because Isolde's room is just at the corner,” he kissed my cheek and stormed out. It took a while before I recovered from the shock. Questions slammed against my brain, draining the strength from me. But I had to move. I got dressed, hurried out