You're being warned. He's coming for you. He's coming for all of you, including her. He won't hesitate to kill her, he won't hesitate to kill any of you. He's been envisioning how he'll do it, how he wants to slaughter your mate and your entire pack. He wants your girl gone, he wants her dead. More than anything, he wants you dead. You, Payne, Horan, all of you. He fears you'll begin to mate Alpha offspring, he's afraid of being overruled. Countless times we've tried to assure him you don't have any interest in anything he's doing but he won't listen to us. He's coming to kill you, and he's coming prepared. Our pack has been forced into this fight, we've been commanded to ripe off the heads of anyone standing in the way - male or female. His mate is just as worse, she's ruthless and cruel. She'll slit your throat without a second of thought. You need to be ready, Styles, you all need to be ready. He'll come after the end of autumn. Until then, you need to watch your back.




My hand is shaking, my heart racing. A nervous gulp slides down my throat, I always knew this day would come. I hoped it wouldn't be close, but I appear to be wrong. I have enemies, a great number of them, and I don't have to guess who this letter is from or why it was sent to me. The only curious thing on my mind is why would someone warn me? Perhaps it was someone who was forced into that pack, or the female mate of one of the members. There's no telling. I feel sorry for whoever wrote it - if their Alpha finds out, they'll be killed instantly. Disloyalty isn't something we Alpha's take easily.

"Harry?"

The sweet voice belonging to my angel enters my ears, forcing me to turn in that direction. There she stands at the bottom of the stairs, furrowed brows sitting on her face. She must have saw the paper in my hand. I crumble it up in my fist, squeezing as hard as I possibly can in order to squish the contents. I toss it in the small trash bin beside the couch while making my way to my girl. I have all intentions of fetching it later on once she's distracted or asleep.

"Good morning, my beautiful girl." I kiss her forehead sternly a few times, making sure my affection is passed onto her. Those cheeks blush uncontrollably as I lean back to get a good look at her beauty. "Such a prize, you are, my dear."

"Stop it." She giggles gently, shaking her head from side to side. She's always getting flushed over my compliments, especially when I flood her with my extremely kind words. She deserves it, every bit of it.

"Would you like something for lunch? I believe you've slept through breakfast."

It wasn't unusual for Julianne to sleep into the later morning hours. Some nights we don't go to bed until two or three in the morning, and other times she's with Sophia while I'm hunting. That can last up to one or two, and she refuses to go to bed without me there with her. I try to be quick, but usually I'm clocking back in at one thirty. Hunting at night is the best time to go.

"No.. m'good.. thank you." She mumbles out, her voice still scratchy from her slumber.

"Alright, if you change your mind let me know, sweetheart." I place a kiss on her lips, nothing too extreme, just a little peck.

"What were you reading?"

Julianne takes a hold of my hand, her eyes linger down to my palm as she lifts it closer to her. I watch her begin to trace the tip of her finger over the tattoo of her name. It's on my right wrist, in the spot she picked. It's been there a few months, but she seems to still be in awe over it.

"Just some junk mail.. nothing special." I assure her with a pat of other hand against her waist.

Her gaze lifts up, meeting my intense stare, "Are you lyin' to me?"

"No, baby. It's nothing." I laugh out smoothly, trying to seem like I'm being truthful when I'm most certainly am not. "Just some insurance company. Nothin' important."

She rolls her eyes, but the smile on her pretty lips shows me she isn't upset with me at all. She drops my hand, tired of occupying herself that way, and starts walking to the couch. I follow behind her, not caring about fixing anything for lunch for myself. I'm not that hungry anyways, I can survive a few more hours until she's ready for some food.

"Sophia's coming back this afternoon. I'm sure you'll be glad to get rid of Perrie."

Julianne grins happily as I inform her of the news. Sophia took a few personal weeks to go and visit Liam wherever he's ended up. I haven't spoken to him in months and I don't plan on it either. Sophia is allowed to go and see him whenever and for how long she pleases. I'm not going to restrict her from seeing her mate. Certain needs must be fulfilled, and plus she loves him. She doesn't deserve to be in pain because of something he done to me.

"I'm very, very, very glad." Julianne giggles as we sit down on the couch, somehow she ends up on my lap, with an arm draped around my neck. A smirk came on my face as I feel her tangle those little fingers in my hair.

"You know, princess, you shouldn't be so cruel. She was takin' care of you, give her a break." I jokingly say, poking her side a few times to draw little laughs out of her mouth.

"You know she isn't my favorite person on the planet." Julianne shrugs, not phased by what I said.

Her and Perrie haven't been on the best terms in quite some time. They act civil around each other, and I know it's for my sake and I greatly appreciate that, but they don't like each other that much. Julianne doesn't hold as much anger as Perrie does. She's always been hostile when it came to Julianne. I have no idea why, and I don't think any of us will ever know.

"I know, dear."

"But.." Julianne brings her hand to my cheek, her soft touch always amazes me. She's so gentle when she wants to be... "..do you know who my favorite person is?"

Her eyes hold a little glimmer of lust, giving me hope that something might blossom from this close moment we're sharing. I dig my fingertips into her hip, letting my other hand rest on her thigh as I stare into those precious eyes of hers. She's so beautiful, so perfect.

"Hm.. I don't know.. think you might need t' remind me." My eye drops to a wink, making her cheeks tinge with red.

And with that, her lips end up pushed into mine and those small hands are trailing across my body, feeling me up as we indulge in the erotic feelings. Such a prize, she is. Such a damn prize.

Notes

- this is the beginning, I hope you enjoy it.