LOGINPOV: SAINT "What? When did this happen?" I asked, quickening my pace down the stairs. How could she be missing? "Last night," he replied, his voice tense. "I only noticed it this morning when I saw that some of her things were gone. I never thought she would run away like this." "Run away? Why would she want to do that?" Jackson asked, frowning deeply. "She mentioned wanting to visit a friend in another pack, and I initially agreed. But when I saw the plane tickets, I started to doubt it was just a casual visit. So I confronted her, and she claimed her friend had moved to another country. I didn't believe her, so I guess that's why she felt the need to run away." That explanation didn’t sit right with me. "Why would she lie to you in the first place?" "It's—" he hesitated, then continued, "she's been acting strangely lately. She keeps Blake hidden from me and won’t let him leave his room. It’s like she’s isolating him from the rest of the world." Was she treating Sam the same w
POV: JACKSON"I'm not entirely sure yet, but I suspect Evelyn is involved too. She acted really strangely when we visited Blake the other day. I genuinely believe she knows that Blake was the small whisperer," Saint said to Chris and I as we sat in my study, the late afternoon light slanting through the windows and doing little to lighten the mood in the room.He recounted what Tom had shared with him about Blake being the child in his head, as well as Mateo's suspicions regarding Sam. He also mentioned Mateo claiming to have seen Sam hiding behind the trees the day Ava attacked him. This only reinforced what Owen had said: Sam is behind all this chaos. One of my trusted friends. The words settled over me like a stone dropped into still water, rippling outward until they touched every memory I had of him.But why?Sam, Chris, Lyn, Samantha, and I all grew up together. During our teenage years, we spent a lot of time together, even though he and Samantha were a few years older than us.
POV: SAINT "That'll do," Jackson said, standing up and leading Chris out the door. We were in Jackson's study. I had knocked to speak with him when I unexpectedly found Chris there. As I sat in the room, I reflected on the events of the past week, which had been quite… pleasurable. I felt much better now that my heat had subsided and everything had returned to normal. Thinking back to how desperately I had pleaded with Jackson for his touch and affection, I couldn't help but feel shy and embarrassed around him. For days after waking up, I struggled to maintain eye contact and would blush and stammer whenever he spoke to me. I was that mortified. But then I didn't regret any of it.However, I felt a sense of disappointment that we hadn't mated. I had hoped he would take that step with me, but it seemed he wasn’t ready. This made me insecure, leaving me to wonder if he would ever truly accept me as his mate. The fact that he still hadn’t marked me, even after he was tempted when he sa
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
POV: SAINTI recalled her name was Evelyn. She had a slender figure, and her black hair was pulled back, with a few strands falling across her face. The things I remembered about her were that she worked at the nursery—the same place where the first woman who attacked me was employed. I also remembered that she had given Jackson information about that woman. "What brings you here?" she asked, but her tone was not harsh. It sounded more frightened. "Tom wanted to see Blake, so we brought him here," I replied. She seemed relieved, then glanced down at Blake, who was looking at the ground. "I think Blake don't want to play right now. Why don’t you come back another time? Or better yet, I’ll bring Blake over when he’s ready to play again, probably next week," she said as she moved Blake behind her. Her behavior was really strange. "Okay, we’ll come back tomorrow then," I said, ignoring her suggestion. I noticed her frown deepened. "Tom, let’s go," I said, taking Tom's hand. "She was
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






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