Blossom POV.
My uncle is quite possibly the most controlling man I have ever known. I remember looking around my bedroom this morning. It is the drabbest place in his entire home, by far. Sure, it had a bed and a place for what few clothes he allowed us to have. The rest of his home is full of sparkle and glamor, almost gaudy because Uncle Alejandro is nothing if he isn't a showman for all his wealth—and all the wealth he wants people to think that he has, on top of that.
I remember the day Diana and I came to our uncle's home. We had just lost Mom and Dad and were in such a state of utter despair, we didn't know what was happening. Of course, we were just little kids; we didn't know what was going on anyway. Diana seemed relieved that our uncle had summoned us. We had barely seen him up to that point in our lives. I have no idea why he never came around. Father used to refer to him as the black sheep. I am not sure if they grew up together. I know he and Father were half-siblings.
We never even knew our aunt. I guess she left when I was very young, maybe before I was even born. Now that I've lived with our uncle, I don't blame her. I've heard some in the family say she's dead. Others say she ran off with a he-werewolf from another pack, far from here. I guess running away kind of runs in the family if that's the case.
He still hasn't said anything! Look at him, standing there with his sharp jawline and those incredible light blue eyes—absolutely mesmerizing. They say blue eyes are extremely rare among our race, and some of the elders say that being born with blue eyes means you are born to fulfill a prophecy, whatever that's supposed to mean. I just think they're unique—and incredibly hot. I've heard that explanation about a prophecy over and over since I was a child. I honestly think that's why so many immediately thought of Dean as a great leader, and then all the tales of his strength and valor certainly helped. They say he can take on a dozen enemies all at one time without even exerting himself.
I kept thinking about all of this—about what an exalted leader Dean was—while in my room this morning before my uncle came to pound on my door and hasten me out of the house. Maybe I'm not worthy to be the substitute mate for the alpha? Like, why me? I never thought about it that much when I learned my sister was going to be the chosen one. I was too focused on how crushed she would be. She already had a he-werewolf, and he'd imprinted on her, so there was no separating them, not for very long.
I used to help her sneak out our bedroom window to see him. Our uncle never suspected a thing. That's the way he is—always believing he was in control of everyone and everything around him. I was happy to help her sneak out. I could see she was very much in love. Our parents had married from outside what would have been considered normal for their packs, and they turned out just fine until the day they were killed. But that had nothing to do with them marrying outside of their boundaries.
I suppose I wanted my sister to find the same happiness our parents had found with each other. I was still quite young when they were killed, but I have very vivid memories at times about my early childhood and all the time I spent with them, especially my father. He always saw something special in me, something I still don't see.
Living with our uncle had been so dreary, I guess I started to live through my sister's romantic adventures. But it was Diana who talked to me about romance, he-werewolves, and worldly things. Someone had to tell me since our mother was gone. How she learned such things, I have no idea, and I didn't ask, but Diana would never steer me wrong. She was always considered the most level-headed between us. I used to hear family members say that, going back to when we were just young children. I am not sure what I ever did that was not level-headed as a small child, but it didn't bother me that much. I miss Diana.
It was also Diana who told me about our uncle's troubled romance when he was young. She said that's what made him the way he is. Diana tended to cut him a lot more slack than I did when it came to his atrocious and controlling behavior. He wasn't jilted by his lover exactly, but something happened, and the father of the she-werewolf he was madly in love with, completely rejected him, and he was never to even have any sort of contact with her ever again. It was his very first time in love.
It's hard to imagine my uncle in love, let alone to think that a tainted romance could impact him for the rest of his life. But no wonder my aunt left him. I'm sure she knew he never loved her. He was probably just as cold to her as he was to us. I just didn't trust that his cold, uncaring demeanor might explode into out-of-control rage. He always seemed like a boiling tea kettle to me, and I did not want to be around when he blew his top.
Not that I know anything of love. I've never even been in love. That's not entirely my fault, though. My uncle pretty much kept both of us locked away. It's a wonder Diana even met her lover. Diana may be level-headed, but she has a rebel streak in her and a strong sense of adventure. Diana used to joke that windows were made to be doors at my uncle's house. Sometimes she invited me along with her, just so I could escape the clutches and watchful eye of our uncle, but I was always too afraid of what could happen to us if our uncle found out.
Several times when Diana had sneaked out to see her lover, our uncle had pounded on our bedroom door, demanding to come in. I always covered for her, saying she was asleep in bed and not to be disturbed or was in the shower or what have you. He always seemed to buy it. But that's the thing—if we were ever both out at once, who would be there to cover for us when my uncle came pounding at our door?
Blossom POV.Even with Diana's sharing of knowledge about what it means to be a she-werewolf, I am petrified of becoming the alpha's mate. I don't know the first thing about being anyone's mate, let alone the alpha. The crowd is probably right; I am nothing but a substitute for a substitute. I hope I can at least make Dean believe that I know what I'm doing. Oh, my God...Dean. He is so incredibly handsome; no wonder others envy me for this position.I had been told he was incredibly good-looking, confident yet not boastful. That combination made she-werewolves swoon. Now that I've laid eyes on him, I see what they mean. I am not sure whether I should be more frightened and nervous, wondering if I measure up, or feel overjoyed that I am lucky enough to have Dean as my mate.But now—now, he isn't saying anything! I don't understand why his father interjected himself into the situation anyway, but I have heard that the alpha's father is "in bed with the court." I'm not even sure what tha
Blossom POVA hush fell over the group once again. The elders are just as taken aback by Dean's response as I, Alejandro, and Aries are, and like them, they are not quite sure how to react. Clearly, as the court leadership, they had made the authoritative decision. Whatever they say becomes the law of the land. At least it always had.The court is not known for its appreciation of surprises like the one the alpha has just delivered. I had been found sound and worthy as a substitute mate for the alpha. They had made this clear in reading their decision aloud before all those present, including Dean.Now, at the surprise statement made by Dean, the elders were left pondering exactly what to do next. In their memory, there had never been a situation quite like this where someone—in this case, an alpha—contradicted what was already dictated by the court. Questioning the authority of the court can lead to punishment, as it has in other situations. Imprisonment is not out of the question wh
Looking back, Dean may have rushed her just a bit. She freely professed her love for him, even earlier than he expected her to. But when he suggested she be his mate, she suddenly became withdrawn. She wouldn't even speak to him or see him for about a week after he first made the suggestion.Over time, he persuaded her to his way of thinking, culminating in her agreeing to leave her home and come with him to become his mate. As alpha, he could have forced her to become his mate, but he wanted Eliza to choose him of her own free will.He still remembered the day he first brought her to his villa. He thought the grandness and beauty of it all would make her happy and that she would forget all of her past reservations, but that wasn't to be. When she first settled in, she busied herself decorating their living quarters, and he admitted, she did a wonderful job. He hadn't touched a thing that she did to this day.But after this initial project was complete, she seemed to grow sad again. S
Blossom POV.But while he could admire the girl for her boldness, he was at the same time frustrated and angry that she would speak out of turn. He was a staunch supporter of the Royal Court and the elders. It's why he was so taken aback just now at his son's words. He felt that Dean was needlessly pushing the envelope. He was probably right, in that the court would have a hard time doling out any punishment to the most powerful alpha werewolf in all of New Orleans. At the same time, Aries was angry and disappointed in what he saw as complete and utter disrespect on Dean's part.Blossom stood her ground, keeping her eyes on the elders, willing them to acknowledge her. Several of the elders simply scoffed and went back to their side conversations. Others tried to stare her down to force her to look away. But she refused to do so. Finally, the leader among the elders addressed her.His voice was loud and harsh. It was clear he was not about to let this young she-werewolf call the shots,
Blossom POV.As the new escape date neared, another unforeseen complication arose. One morning during breakfast, our uncle announced that a handyman would need entry to our suite the next morning to install bars on our windows, along with the other rear windows of the house. Our uncle claimed he had been hearing noises in the night coming from the rear of the house and he did not want to risk a break-in.Diana and I hid our panic as we choked down some of our breakfast, then asked to be excused. We would need to plan Diana's escape for that night. There was no more time to waste.That night, we waited 30 minutes after our uncle came by to check on us and lock our door. I helped my sister to slip out of the far corner window of our bedroom, then held my breath as Diana lithely descended the trellis to the ground, two stories below. I dared not call out, though my heart was breaking. Instead, I waved spiritedly as my sister set foot on the lawn and turned to look up at the window before
Blossom POVA hush fell over the court. It was obvious that everyone, from the elders to Dean himself, was shocked at my bold words.I myself would admit I was a little surprised myself. I was dealing with my inner conflicts. Somehow, I had found the courage to speak up and offer what I felt was the only logical solution. Once I had completely formulated it in my mind, I was surprised at how obvious my solution was. Yet, I alone had come up with it. It wasn't my uncle or anyone else telling me what to think or say.I had drawn upon the anger and impatience I was feeling over having my life constantly manipulated by my uncle. I channeled that negative energy into the confidence required to make the statements I did—to lay out a choice for the powerful alpha werewolf.Had I just offered a sort of ultimatum to the alpha? This she-werewolf was bold. Somehow I both surprised and pleased him at the same time. Never before had he seen a she-werewolf act in such a manner, but he was thoroughl
Blossom POV"Blossom, this is Liza. Liza, this is Blossom," Dean quickly interjected. He seemed uneasy, as though he knew what was coming next but had no way to avoid it."I'm Patrick's mistress," Liza said directly to me, and then another sinister smile."WAS, my mistress," Dean said hotly. "As in past tense."I felt like tearing up. Past tense or present tense, Dean just admitted to sleeping with this woman. And, he said it so matter-of-factly, as though he had just admitted to being late to dinner.So, my new mate had a mistress? Diana had never told me to expect anything like this. I wanted to run away, somewhere, anywhere. Maybe bury my head in a pillow and cry for a few hours.But somehow I managed to stand my ground, drawing again on the inner strength that had gotten me through the earlier part of the day. There were times I surprised myself at how well I could fight the urge to just melt away in despair. Perhaps I had my uncle to thank for something after all. All those forma
Blossom POV.I was starting to grow weary of the rollercoaster my feelings had been on all day. I was still fuming over finding out Dean had a mistress in the house when I suddenly found myself in his arms—and completely loving how it felt. If only Liza hadn't been there when we arrived, I could let myself become fully immersed in the captivating feeling that overtook me when he held me.No doubt being that close to him, my senses were overcome with his scent. Something about it stirred feelings deep inside of me. It made me feel as though there was something special about Dean, and that my body would not react that way with any other male. While I did not know that to be true, something in my heart made me want to believe it was so.Dean's scent made me feel anxious and excited, but very much in a good way. I was starting to love the feeling so much, my heart would race when he approached, just in anticipation of the feeling. This was nothing like Diana had ever been able to describe