The Lycan's Feisty Hostage

TWO YEARS LATER... (ARES) "No, Brian. Stop. It is me..." But he clawed and growled. My heart twisted when I looked at the way Brian's neck fell limply to his side as the doctor injected him with the mixture of watered down aconitum, nightshade, and valerian root extract to weaken his wolf, and concentrated extracts of madwort and yarrow seed to keep him sedated. Doctor Riker had come up with this concoction especially to help my brother sleep and help his Lycan wolf calm down. "Will he ever get better, doctor Riker?" Doctor Riker shook his head, scratching his chin, his eyes grave. "We will never know. I am doing everything I can, Alpha, but it has been two years," the doctor said. "I will leave you with your brother, Alpha." Brian looked nothing like the man I once knew. Happy, kind, strong. He was THE ALPHA, and now, he was reduced to this- this animal, who only scratched and howled. "Come back, Brian," I whispered. "Azalea needs her father, B. She is already growing up

TWO WEEKS AFTER ELYN WAS KIDNAPPED... (ARES) Elyn, without a last name, was the most infuriating creature I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. My men had royally messed up and now, that little problem was taking over my whole fucking pack. There was no peace. No place was safe. I came to the library for a moment of peace, but what did I find? Her! Elyn and my fucking best friend were nestled together, laughing at something like they were old friends. The traitors in my pack were all besotted with her. I didn't know what she did, but I was almost positive it was black magic. I slammed the door shut, and she looked up, startled, the big book raised above her head like a weapon. "Do not throw it," I growled in warning and she looked at me and the book, like she wanted to do what I told her not to. After a while, she put it back down, sighing. "Kai? Don't you have something else to do?" "What? I have nothing else to do," Kai said as Elyn looked at him with a knowing look an

(ARES) Everything in me begged to stop, but Storm was strangely exhilarated. He never cared about women. I didn't know what it was about her that made him horny, too. He craved her, just as much as I did. "I want to bite her and then lick her off... She smells delicious!" Storm said in a strange moan, which made me want to run far away from her. I licked my lips as I looked into her gray eyes, full of dark, dangerous storms, pulling me in, calling to my every sense. My c*ck responded eagerly to the come hither look in her eyes. I wanted to grab her hand and push it against the evidence of my desire for her. It was too much. She was too much. "Do you want a taste?" she moaned out and my arousal jumped in response. A million times yes and more. This was why I didn't like this woman. She is unexpected. After all, she was still here in my pack and that should tell me how much trouble she was. "I do. I do want a taste." Storm said, in a deep moan. I shook my head as the fire in my b

(ELYN) Ares glared at me as he stood there like a fucking statue. I inhaled loudly, watching him, as shadows danced against his body, making a mesmerizing effect. He fisted his palms, and I knew I had once again offended him. The Alpha must be itching for a fight, but he said nothing as he stood there, his body rigid and his jaw stern. He looked like he wanted to punish me. I wanted him to. My brain cells died when he was with me. "Do you need anything more?" I said, and he growled at me in response. "Don't growl at me, you know... you don't scare me!" "Why are you- so- so frustrating?" he huffed as he took a step towards me and stopped halfway. For someone with terrible impulse control, his self restraint was admirable. "Well, because I don't act the way you want me to act!" I blinked at him innocently. "Because you fear me." "Scared? Of you? That is laughable," he said with a sarcastic smile as his eyes narrowed. "I am a Lycan wolf and an Alpha at that, and you- you have nothi

(ELYN) My heart thundered in my ears as I stared at Reyna and Liam, their arms around each other, their heads bent together. They were talking, and it looked like they were the only people around in that busy street. They were too lost in their own world and they hadn't scented or seen me. I didn't know whether my heart broke about that, or whether I was relieved. My tongue felt bitter as I stared at them. Shaking my head, I pulled myself out of the acrid feelings. I couldn't envy them for their love. That was not me... was it? I pushed the feeling away, but the darkness was a stubborn master, refusing to leave the pit of my stomach. I looked at the man standing in front of me and his eyes were curious as he kept staring at me. When he asked if I knew them, I didn't reply. How would I tell him? What would I even tell him? If I told him who they were, he would realize that I was also the daughter of his most hated enemy. Not that my father ever acknowledged my existence, but I carrie