"You had one job, Kai. One! And you did it drunk!" Denzel fumed.On second thought, he reached out and delivered a solid wallop to the back of Kai's head."Ow! Easy! I'm simply tipsy and besides, when I do things drunk, they usually turn out better than when I do them sober. You know this."Denzel recalled the many times Kai had gotten things done immensely well even after downing several bottles of whiskey, brandy, and bourbon."You—" At a loss for words, Denzel grabbed Kai's offending neck and shook him, causing his head to bob back and forth."Agh!" Running his hand through his hair, Denzel let go of Kai who began rubbing his reddened skin."Sometimes, dear Alpha, I wonder if this is a toxic relationship we have going on," Kai teased."I'm not in the mood for your jokes, Malakai.""Oof, you used my full name. My, my, this must be serious. Look, Denzel, it's not my fault that your lady is sleek as well. By the way, why the hell would you give her the Bugatti? I'll forget that you pro
"You're going to kill him, Denzel. As your beta," Maverick paused, grabbed Denzel's elbow, and forced him to meet his gaze. "As your brother," he emphasized and with a sigh, placed both palms on Denzel's shoulders. "I am telling you that Cinnia Ramilek is only going to be a weakness to us. She has already been used by the witches to get you to do their bidding simply because she's carrying your child. What happens when 'they' get wind of it?" Maverick hissed. Denzel shrugged off his hands and walked over to his seat behind his desk. "What did I tell you yesterday? Kai understands me so why can't you do the same, brother?" Denzel busied himself with the papers before him. "Kai is not your blood. No matter how much you love him and have accepted him into our family, Kai is only a member of the pack and he'll speak to you as one. I, on the other hand, am your brother, damn it! The man whom you want to fight is also my father!" Denzel shook his head while rubbing his temples. There we
Cinnia could feel her pulse thundering beneath the skin of her neck. Her eyes flicked from side to side, trying to use her peripheral vision to see who had her but it was useless.She could taste the rough leather of her captor's glove as it pressed down on her lips."If you try to scream and alert anyone, I will bury my blade so deep into your spinal cord that you won't even be able to utter a whimper. Do you understand, Cinnia Ramilek?"Cinnia nodded her head rapidly. The gloved hand left her mouth but the cold blade remained at her back. The hand caressed the smooth curve of her neck, a thumb tracing the outline of her throat.Cinnia stood still, all too aware of the danger she was in. "What do you want now? Haven't you done enough?" she hissed, her voice a harsh whisper.Her captor spun her. She came face to face with his masked features. He had the same blue eyes as her daily tormentor but she couldn't be sure it was him. His voice was hoarse, different from the clear baritone of
Cinnia could not breathe. She waved her arms in the suffocating darkness, fighting to get rid of the weight around her neck but with every movement she made, the pressure on her neck increased. The darkness faded and a masked face materialized above her. She was back in that prison and he, her captor, was straddling her legs, restricting any effort she made to kick. Her eyes bulged and she frantically began to claw at his forearms, drawing blood with each deep scratch but it seemed not to phase him. His blue eyes glinted with hate and a lust for her blood. She lifted her neck, straining to catch a breath amidst the crushing tension. Tears spilled out from the corners of her eyes as she struggled beneath her attacker. "You thought it was over?" he asked in a low tone. A slow, muffled laugh bubbled from his lips when Cinnia clawed at him again. Through the haziness in her vision, she saw his face change. "You haven't seen anything yet, Cinnia," A voice she knew all too well, s
Liquid fire raced down Cinnia's body to pool in the pit of her womb. When she tried to move; to fight past the hot pangs that tore through her abdomen and her heart, heavy weights pressed down on her arms and legs. She couldn't see anything and it made her burning heart race. All she knew was debilitating pain. Denzel paced the length of the room, biting down on his fingers—an old habit that he hadn't quite gotten rid of— and watched the doctor administer shot after shot; forcing his princess to vomit and cough up thick strings of blood but nothing was working. Cinnia's flawless dark skin was pale with darkened veins tainting her arms and exposed belly. Denzel wished he had prolonged the suffering of all the members of the rogue pack. He regretted making their deaths quick. For what was happening to Cinnia, he would have torn them limb from limb slowly, enjoying their pleas and cries for mercy which he would never grant. But his hands were tied. The Blood Demons had been eradicated
Sophie turned away, refusing to meet Cinnia's burning gaze. Lips pursed in annoyance, Cinnia sat up and Mya hurriedly propped some pillows up at her back to let her rest against them. "Thank you, Mya. Since Sophie won't answer my question then you have to. I always feel like I'm out of the loop. What's happened and where's Denzel?" Mya pinched Sophie hard causing her to flinch and whirl to face her. "What?" "You're supposed to answer, witch." Sophie narrowed her eyes at her instead. Mya rolled her dark eyes, shook her head, and forced a smile onto her face, then she placed a hand over Cinnia's. "Denzel stepped out with Kai to discuss something important. He has been here since you fainted...at least, that's what I gathered. I was busy training some of the pups but I came as soon as I could." Cinnia nodded slowly. "Oh... Alright then. Thank you for being here." Her hand rubbed her belly slowly, almost dreamily. Her movements stopped after a while of awkward silence. "Sophie, what
Denzel whistled under his breath when Cinnia twirled in front of him, displaying her outfit which she had picked out from the clothes that Denzel had purchased. She decided to change from her usual grunge and tomboy aesthetic to a more elegant and classy look. "Damn, Princess, I didn't think you could get any more gorgeous but look at you." Denzel grabbed Cinnia's hand and pulled her flush against his chest. Cinnia let out an ecstatic giggle and wrapped her hands around his shoulders. He nuzzled the crook of her neck, inhaling her perfume. "Thank you, darling! You clean up quite nicely." Cinnia stood on the tips of her toes, her mouth directly against his ear. "It's taking all my self-control to not rip off your clothes right now. She dragged his earlobe through her teeth, smirking in satisfaction when she felt Denzel's arm tense around her waist. Cinnia pulled away to face him, stifling a pleased smile at the lustful look in his green eyes. "So, where's our first stop on this tou
"You know when you mentioned that you owned the shooting range, I didn't think you also owned a mobile phone brand," Cinnia said in awe as she happily restored all her backed-up information from her previously crushed phone into the new one Denzel got for her while he drove her to a fair in Mist View, a town two hours away from Lunar Crest. After leaving the range, Denzel spirited Cinnia away to a local gadget store which she later discovered from the near panicked and overly dutiful behavior of the staff, that it was an outlet of a company owned by Denzel. Later on, while Cinnia was still in awe, he had gotten her credit cards replaced before blocking the old ones that were probably lying somewhere where the blood demons had kept her. "What? Because I'm a Lycan, I can't have businesses?" Denzel glanced at Cinnia out of the corner of his eye, his lips holding back a laugh, and his hand caressing the inside of her thigh making the events at the shooting range very hard to forget. Ci