Vincent pov I look down at her and trace her curves with my eyes. My dick is harder than ever- to feel her ass press against me makes me want nothing more than to shred what she's wearing and take her like I'd take a bitch. The mixture of fear and confusion in her eyes excites me more than I am willing to admit out loud. Our kiss is deep, far too passionate to feel real. My tongue explores every corner of her mouth, and I could swear she moans into the kiss. I shift my weight as I lean on my right arm. I move my left hand down her side to her leg and pull it up. I dig my fingers into her leg and slowly grind against her as our lips part. My eyes catch a glimpse of her flushed cheeks; her lips are parted, glistering from the kiss. I want to ravish her, bury myself deep inside her and show her how a real man loves a woman. I regret the promise I made to myself; I regret all the times I claimed I wouldn't sleep with

Vincent povThis woman, she is impossible. Sure, some of her ideas about nicknames were both offensive and hilarious, but for the most part, they were impossible to digest. I told her not to play games around me because I take no responsibility for Damian's actions, but she does everything to throw him another challenge. The words he hurled at her excited us both. Something about this human invites us to get a taste of her, but we both know how wrong that'd be. I tower over her and close my eyes as I fight my wolf. He wants to get out and show her who's in control, but I can't let him. "If I see you near that damn window again, I'll throw your ass in the cells and leave you to rot among the fucking rogues. Think twice about your next escape attempt because I'm not going to treat you like a child. You are a grown woman, so act like one, damn it!" In the heat of the moment, I punch the wall right next to her head. I don't bother to stay around and l

Enya pov When I open my eyes, all I see is complete darkness. The stench of rotting flesh and fresh blood rises to my nostrils.  The place reminds me of Aaron's playroom, as he calls it. The guy is a complete maniac; inflicting pain and experimenting on living subjects is his favourite hobby. When he joined the Alliance, no one took him seriously until the leaders discovered his mild obsession with rotting flesh. Since then, he's been the go-to guy when it comes to torture- I have seen shifters of all ages survive up to ninety days in his chambers. The result was always the same at the end of the day- the hunters carried out a pile of corpses.A slight smile spreads across my lips as I think of our memories together at Alliance headquarters. Maniac or not, Aaron is a fun guy, and at one point, my father t

Enya pov  I let his words sink in. Honestly, I didn't expect his side of the story to be so heartbreaking. No, I don't feel sorry for him, but looking at his experience as a stranger, it does sound pretty sad. I thought his son literally threw him here to get the title, but apparently, nothing is what it might seem. But what was I expecting? That I would know everything? Surely that can't happen, even if it was my greatest wish. I am stuck in a pack of wolf shifters; there's more to everything than meets the eye. I swear, sometimes I am so naive it makes me sick. The old man brings me back to reality as his voice sounds closer to me. He's probably standing near the metal bars that separate our cells. "Since you are so silent, I assume you have no comments or questions. I'm pretty much done with my story, so how about you tell me yours?"

Vincent pov As I approach the cells, I don't bother to turn on the lights. We only use them when someone brings food or water to the prisoners. My father has all the extras in his cell, but I assume they are talking since I don't see a spot of light. He never uses the light when anyone else is in the cell- it's his way of showing what he calls respect. Just as I expected, she talks to him. I hear his voice. “We're not the bad guys here, but as sad as it is to admit- it seems you are the real monster here."  The only problem is that I must have arrived near the end of their discussion, and my father will notice my presence. So, instead of trying to be smarter, I clear my throat and speak up. "Don't waste your breath on a lost cause, dad. She's not worth it." When I get close enough, I lean against the door of his cell. The