CHAPTER 14: A VILLAIN FROM THE PAST

Jason’s POV

Before I could respond, the door opened and a tall and muscular man, wearing perfectly fitted black shirt and pants, stepped into the room.

Lucian.

His gaze swept across the scene—me slouched naked on the couch, Rafe flexing his muscles by relaxing his rejuvenated body, and the dead whore sprawled lifeless on the floor. Totally unbothered.

"You two finished already? Couldn’t even wait for me," he said, walking over to one side of the massive couch that lined all three walls of the room.

He sat down casually, his both hands stretched across the back rest, his long legs folded one over other, eyes flicking to both of us. "Seems like you two are getting weak, finishing this fast."

Rafe flopped onto the other end of the couch, lazy and unbothered. "These bitches are too bland to keep going. Not tempting enough."

Lucian smirked. "We’ll have one bitch in our home soon. Try her. See if she tempts you enough. No one’s going to stop you, even if you fuck her to death or drain her dry."

"That bitch stinks," Rafe replied, wrinkling his nose.

The moment they said it, I snapped out of the haze and realized who they were talking about. "Good luck putting your cock into a stable bitch. Even the stinkiest horse wouldn’t want her," I muttered.

Lucian turned his attention to me. "She’s staying in the guest room. Not in the stable. Don’t you want to test your tools on her?"

Disgust twisted in my chest. "But that doesn’t mean I want her inside our home," I said firmly. "I don’t want to see her face every damn day and ruin my mood. And what about the rule? No females allowed in the house. Are we just going to ignore that now?"

"For that, you’ll have to argue with Roman," Lucian said calmly. "As for me, I only plan to test a few drugs on her and observe the effects. Her suffering alone will make her presence in this house worth tolerating."

"I’m out of it," I said, standing up and beginning to dress. "I want nothing to do with her. When you’re all done playing your games, hand her over to me. I’ll torment her to death."

"I’m not fine with her either," Rafe muttered. "Her stench in the house is going to make me puke."

Lucian’s gaze shifted toward him with curiosity. "What kind of stench do you always catch from her? Even back then, you could smell her from a distance and it pissed you off. What is it exactly?"

"Shitty smell," Rafe replied as he lazily pulled on his clothes.

Lucian raised an eyebrow, voice taunting. "Are you sure that’s all it is?"

Rafe gave him a dull look. "Why don’t you go fuck some bitches instead of asking useless questions? I’ll tell Caston to send in a few tough ones so you don’t end up killing them."

Lucian smirked. "That’s exactly what I plan to do. I need to erase the mood that bitch left me in."

Just then, Caston entered the room.

He was tall, dark, and carried himself with effortless authority. The tight brown t-shirt stretched across his muscled chest, tucked into well-fitted trousers. His presence commanded attention. He was a hybrid between a wolf and a human, but unlike other hybrids, he was powerful and knew how to use his werewolf side well.

His dark eyes moved to the dead body on the ground. He frowned a little and told Rafe, "You’re done with the quota for this month. No killing till next month."

"Yeah, whatever," Rafe brushed him off with a casual shrug and passed by him to leave the room, but said, "Just give some fine bitches to that crazy one."

"See you later," I told Caston and left as well, knowing now Lucian would go on his crazy fucking way and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon.

If one of us had changed the most since that incident, it was Lucian. He was extreme with everything, and no one could stop him. It wouldn’t be surprising if he killed any of the whores, and Caston would let it pass, as he was close to Lucian and always let him have his way.

Rafe and I decided to sit at the bar and drink. Half an hour passed in silence. Neither of us spoke; we simply drowned our thoughts in alcohol, which, somehow, was more comforting than words.

Lucian eventually returned.

The asshole looked even more charged up, as if fucking a few bitches had lit a fire under his skin.

He dropped onto one of the high stools at the bar counter and ordered his usual—something strong enough to burn down his throat and silence his mind.

"You finished quick too," Rafe commented, casting him a sidelong glance. "Losing your grip already?"

"Just like you two, today those bitches didn’t feel tempting to me either," Lucian replied calmly, while stirring the glass of alcohol in his hand.

We both could see he was lost in his thoughts, his gaze distant. When he was quiet, that means he was at something.

Caston came to us once more.

"Kael has guests," he said, voice low but deliberate. "Maybe you’d like to join him?"

"Kael is here?" I asked, surprised.

"He’s been drinking for over an hour," Caston replied, his gaze drifting slowly over the three of us. "He told me to leave him alone, so I didn’t mention it earlier. But now, I think you should go to him."

If Caston said it, that means, there was something.

"Who’s the esteemed guest?" Lucian asked, then tilted back his glass and emptied it in one long swallow.

"Alpha Kaizan of the Dreadwyn Pack," Caston answered.

We didn’t need to look at each other.

Only one word came to all our minds at once—enemy.

A villain from our painful past.

"Room Six," Caston added quickly.

We were already on our feet, heading straight for it.

Lucian slammed opened the door of the room and we entered inside.

Kael was sitting in the black leather couch, stirring the glass of alcohol in his hand, calm, but his gaze dark as he looked at the man sitting in the couch opposite to him.

Kaizan Blackmoor.

We were already riled up seeing that bitch from the past, and now this asshole had to show up the same day.

Are all of them desperate to die in our hands right today? We would love to do so.