(Reverse Harem) (Steamy) (Book 3 of Her Wolves Series) (Can read as Stand Alone) Farren Torrez had never thought she would be returning to her old home. Lupitum. The werewolf crime capital of the world. Playground of the wicked. Home to the most notorious crime family in the werewolf world. For years, she had protested against returning. Kicked up a storm when her brothers pleaded with her to care for her ailing mother. She had been done with that life. Done with the misery that came along with it. Until they needed her most. Doing her daughterly duty, Farren went back to the city she hated the most. Fell into a world she had desperately tried to climb out of. But what a world it was now. Going to the house of the most notorious crime family, Farren discovers something far beyond her grasp. She is the mate of the Don of the Amador family. The most wicked man alive. And he was going to do everything in his power to get his hands on her. If that wasn't enough to unsettle her, Farren soon discovered that his right and left-hand men were coming for her as well. In this tangled web of lies and love, will Farren accept the ones who claim to love her the most? Or will she run and never look back at the mafia boss with his heart on his sleeve and gun in his hand?
View MoreTo everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be. It will be my master piece out of the series and the most detailed. All questions surrounding the lore and why some women get more than one mate whilst others only one will be answered in there. I hope to see you soon! All of my love and appreciation, Alexandria.
Farren's Point of View6 Months Later"Are you sure you want to attend? The twins are so close to being born and I don't want anything to happen to you or them." Isabelle was whining from my bed. She hung upside down. Glared at me whilst I was preparing my makeup.Not that it was easy. On the contrary, I hated doing it now. My stomach was too large for me to sit comfortably. The mirror was too far away and eyeliner needed to be applied close up. I would stand but bending forward meant my center of gravity was no longer in the right place. Throw that in with the fact that my bladder emptied itself nearly every hour and you had one pissed-off woman."I am fine, Isa. It is the grand opening of the Torrez Trust Project. I need to be there. You know how much time and money I spent on this. If it makes you feel any better, just come along." I whined. My liner was crooked. The wing was too large which made my eyes look strange. Cursing, I threw the liner down and grabbed some wipes. All of
Camilo's Point of View"I am heading home now and I swear if they aren't there, I am going to commit murder," I growled.There was a crackle on the other side of the line. A pause. "We are heading over as well. Everyone is done here and the greenies are cleaning up." Alejandro sounded rather out of breath by the end of the sentence. Ready to collapse. If today had been like the other four, he must be bone tired. People had that effect on him. Had that effect on almost all of us."Good. I'll meet you at the front door then. I'm not that far off." Stepping down on the accelerator, I felt my back pressing into the seat. My mother had taken Farren to the doctor. Claimed she was sick. But it should have been one of us to take her. Care for her. Not my mother and sister. Something bent inside of me. Threatened to break.We needed to make this work. Settle our differences. I needed to show Farren that this was for life. That she meant the world to me. And then some. I wanted to give her ev
Farren's Point of ViewWe made it all the way to the living room of the Amador house before my stomach turned again. Flipped in on itself. Isabelle ran to the kitchen to fetch a bowl whilst I battled to get my stomach under control. The girl was helpful until I spewed some more. The moment yellow bile hit the bowl, she was no longer a willing participant in helping me. Instead, her nose curled up and she gagged. Gripped the armrest of the three-seater until I was sure the wood might splinter beneath the cushion. "I think," she paused only to gag again. The bowl in my lap was almost to the brim and there was no sign of me stopping anytime soon. "I think I am going to get my mother for you." She finished with a shaky breath at the end. I nodded and resumed my position over the bowl.Moments later, the queen of the house arrived. Her hair was also pulled back from her face. Diamonds in her ears. And then my world turned yellow again as I vomited up some more bile. Isa had stayed closer
Farren's Point of ViewOne Week Later"Everyone who needs medical supplies, please go to the right of the line. Food parcels are to the left and if you need housing solutions, please come to the center line. The next trauma debriefing will be held in forty minutes." I screamed above the crowd in front of me.We had set up an emergency aid station on my estate. The front garden was filled to the brim with people. Rafael had arranged buses to pick up people at several different locations throughout the city. To make it easier for everyone to get resources easily. It was the best idea I could come up with to help all the families who had lost someone to our fight.Who had lost not only their sole income most of the time, but also their protector and rock. It wasn't their fault that their husbands and fathers had chosen a different side. Or that we had mobilized their protectors to come and protect us. Thus the burden of helping everyone landed heavily on our shoulders.Isabelle moved clo
Farren's Point of ViewI had forgotten to tell him. Had forgotten that one of the henchmen had even said it to me. Dominique had killed Camilo's father. And I had been too lost in my misery and fear to remember to tell him. Somewhere after being kidnapped, those men had most likely lost their lives because of it.Hell. I wouldn't put it past Dominique to torture them to death because of it. It gave away a rather valuable advantage that Dominique might have had. All thanks to two idiots who ran their mouths. Although, at the end of it, he had played the card in the worst way possible.Let it slip whilst he was begging for his life.The sickening crunch of Dominique's skull vibrated through the kitchen. I flinched. Looked away as he collapsed fully to the floor. On the other hand, Tristan only watched as his father gave up his life. A blank stare on his face.Alejandro had him in a hold. Forced him to look at the mess his father had made. And paid so heavily for. There wasn't a single e
Camilo's Point of ViewI saw her slipping away from the front of the house. Noticed her head bobbing up and over the back side of the wall. One moment she was there. The next it felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest from fear. Every nerve in my body stood on end. Felt frayed. About to rip themselves apart.Throughout the entire fight, I never lost focus. I knew where Farren was. That she was virtually unreachable to anyone. Until she decided to crawl down. To leave the only safety bubble she had agreed to stay in. Throughout the entire fight, I kept my eye on Dominique. Made sure the bastard wasn't advancing. But I took my eye off the ball. Let myself get distracted. If it wasn't for Alejandro disemboweling a man charging at me. Or my mother shooting him a second later, I would be beheaded by now."What the fuck is going on with you!" Alejandro screamed over the commotion surrounding us. I looked at him in disbelief. Shook my head. When I looked back to where Domini
Farren's Point of ViewMrs. Amador looked so out of place on the roof. Rifle pressed to her shoulder. Eye peering through a rather large scope. In her designer heels and twinkling diamonds. This woman should have been on a runway somewhere. Not shooting at people from a rooftop in the stifling sun.Even her lips were perfectly lined in the same color men would spill in the courtyard below. After a moment of adjusting and readjusting the scope, she settled it against the small retaining wall on the roof. Lucky for us, the kitchen was the perfect spot to stand on. The roof here was flat with a small enough wall that we could take cover when necessary. The end of an extractor fan shot out to my right. "Have you ever shot a gun, Farren?" Even her voice sounded too perfect to be of this world. I hoped that one day I would be as graceful as she was. Poised and perfect. With all of my training at court, I should have been better than her by now. Although standing right beside the woman, I
Camilo's Point of ViewI was waiting on the porch for them. Paced around so badly one of my calves decided to cramp. When I noticed the car on the other side, I felt hope spark in my chest. She was within reach and I could better protect her here. Although, our barricades would only last so long. At least she was here. As one, my men slammed the gate shut behind them. Slammed the steel poles into place as well. My father had put certain things in place to protect his family. This was only one of them. The large stash of cash and food in the heavily armored basement was another.Quintez was leaning against the railings. His face was a stone slab up until the car came through. He was in immense pain. I could sense it from a mile away. He had been the one to discover the bombs. Had jumped out of the car and ran full speed at the warehouse. No one had opened fire. But the bomb exploded not too far from him.Threw him clear through the air. It was the first time in my life that I was afra
Farren’s Point of ViewLupitum was nothing like Makatza. The streets were horrible, even the main ones. Litter everywhere. Potholes in the road. People standing and begging at every street corner. I was shocked to see the home I had once longed for become nothing more than a sinkhole of crime. And to make matters worse, my brothers worked for the people who had deteriorated this place.But I was back and that counted for something. After years of not seeing this place, my heart ached at the familiar buildings. The somewhat familiar faces. Although, the smell was off and so were the sights just past my happy memories.Gone were the days when Lupitum rivaled Makatza as the best werewolf city in the world. Gone were the days of peace and prosperity for these people. Each person I passed had a hollowed-out look. No joy in their eyes.When I ran into a street boy, barely age ten, I couldn’t take the pounding in my chest anymore. Mom had sent me to take food to Benicio and Leon, the brother
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