All Chapters of The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV: JACKSONI stood alongside Chris, Sam, and the pack's doctor, waiting for the witch's arrival. The morning had dragged on longer than I expected, the four of us gathered near the front gates with little to do but watch the road and exchange the occasional tense word. He was scheduled to show up this afternoon, and I had taken it upon myself to welcome him personally. I was determined to avoid any more tales of others arriving with him, leaving us in the dark. Too much had already slipped past us unnoticed; I wasn't about to let a witch walk through our gates without knowing if he's the right person.Saint was meant to join us, but he declined. He said he didn't want to disrupt Marcus' treatment. I disagreed, but there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. I'd tried three times that morning to change his mind, and each time he'd simply shaken his head and turned back to whatever he was doing, his jaw set in that stubborn way that told me the conversation was over before

POV: SAINT I woke up feeling significantly better than I did the day before, ready to tackle whatever lay ahead. As I opened my eyes, I noticed Jackson was missing from the bed. A hint of sadness washed over me as I made my way to my room for a shower, awaiting the witch's arrival. I could only guess that he had stepped out to fetch him. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, prompting me to call out, "Come in." The door creaked open, and Tom entered, carefully securing the door behind him before coming over to sit beside me. "Hey," he greeted, settling down next to me. I playfully tousled his hair. "How are you doing?" "I'm okay. Are you feeling alright now? Daddy said I couldn't see you because you were sick." He looked up at me with concern. "Yeah, I'm much better now. By the end of today, I’ll be perfectly fine, and we can play together," I reassured him with a smile. "I'm really sorry for leaving you alone yesterday and going to Aunt Samantha's," he said, sounding as

THIRD PERSON POVTom woke up in a dimly lit place. He glanced around, trying to understand where he was, but everything felt unfamiliar. The air felt thick and heavy, like the moment right before a storm, and the ground beneath him wasn't quite solid, more like walking on a cloud that remembered what solid ground was supposed to feel like."D-daddy?" he called out, his heart racing with fear."Uncle Saint?" he shouted again, confused about where everyone had gone. They had all been together just moments before. This place reminded him of the dark tunnels his favorite cartoon characters traveled through to save the day. He almost wished for a moment that a friendly cartoon fox or a talking lantern might appear to guide him, the way they always did in his shows, but nothing came. So, he decided to take a few steps forward. As he moved, he noticed various things floating in the air, drifting slowly like leaves caught in a lazy current.It wasn't completely dark; he could still make out s

POV: SAINT I knocked on Tom's door and walked in. He was sitting on his bed, lost in thought with a gloomy expression. Lily was on the floor, playing by herself. Since school was out, I assumed this was just a typical day for them until classes started again. "I see you decided to leave me out, huh?" I said jokingly to Tom, but he didn’t seem to notice my presence at all. "Left you out? Did Tom promise to do something with you?" Lily asked, glancing at me. "Yeah, he said we’d play together today." Lily raised an eyebrow and asked, "Aren't you a bit too old to join us?" That felt a bit rude, but I ignored her and turned my focus back to Tom. "Tom doesn't feel like playing. He doesn't even want to play with me," Lily said as she continued her make-believe toy house."Why is that?" "Because Blake didn't want to play with him." "Why not?" She shrugged. "I don’t know. We saw him today, but he just ignored us and ran away. He said they told him not to play with us anymore." That w

POV: JACKSON I grabbed the back of his neck and brought my lips to his in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around his waist, kissing him intensely as I let my possessive, wolf instincts took charge. After breaking the kiss, I moved to his neck, licking and sucking on it. "Mmn," Saint moaned loudly, tilting his head back as he came while holding me tightly. He breathed heavily, trembling slightly. "I haven't had the chance to touch you the way I want yet, but you still came," I whispered into his ear. He rubbed against me, and I could feel that he was still hard. "Alpha, p-please.....mmn," he begged, continuing to grind against me. I lifted him up, our lips still connected, and settled us on the bed. My hands slipped beneath his shirt, enjoying the softness of his skin. He rose from my lap and removed his shirt. Slowly, he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop down his legs, leaving him in just his boxer briefs, which were wet with cum, some of it trailing down his smooth thi