Farren's Point of ViewMy body was spent. But in the best kind of way. Camilo had fallen on his back beside me. Unfurled his arm. I gladly crawled into him and placed my head on his chest. Heard the rapid beating of his heart. Strong arms wrapped around my middle. Pulled me into him.It was the safest I had felt in a long time. Knew that this was where I wanted to remain for the rest of my life. Although the moment lasted for a lifetime, I knew that we had to get up and going. Had to make plans for what happened after this.I groaned in his arms and twisted so that my back was to him. Camilo chuckled. Drew me in again. "What's wrong, princess?" He asked, voice a tad hoarse from our previous activities. "I don't want to get up." I groaned again and tried to cover us with the blanket. Camilo chuckled again and batted the blanket away. "You know we have to. Work isn't going to do itself. Besides, you need to find good contractors for your home renovation today. Time is ticking." He mad
Rafael's Point of ViewI had never been jealous before. It had never been in my nature. But the thought of another man touching Farren drove me through the roof. I had come to terms with Alejandro... Maybe even Camilo. Or so I had thought until I heard those noises coming out of my mate's room. Heard her moan his name. Scream it when she climaxed. Which made my insides curdle and twist. Turned my soul into something I was unfamiliar with. He brought out something in her that I knew I never could. A wild side she had never shown me before. It was evident in the way she looked at him. Clung to him. Said his name, like a mortal praying to a god. I had always hoped I would be worshipped in much the same way. But I never would. Throwing myself into work was the only option I had to calm down. The only place I had a slither of control left. Which didn't say much about my life because even my work had become turbulent. Striding across the garden, I counted the men on patrol. There were s
Farren's Point of ViewThe house was a mess. All of the doors to the place had been ripped out. Windows were broken. Counters bashed in. It looked more like a war site than anything else. Although, it had been in essence. The place where my family was attacked because of me. The extent of the damage was so severe, I knew I was going to have a hefty bill by the end of the restoration."We tried to keep them outside but they stormed in when you didn't come out," Alejandro said behind me.His voice was devoid of any emotion. Or so he tried to make it seem. I could tell from the slight hitch at the end he felt bad for ruining my home. For what this feud had cost me.All the new furniture I had bought lay in pieces all around. Even the cupboard doors in the kitchen were hanging at odd angles. As if they would find me in there. Searched the most unlikely places. Sighing, I stepped over the glass from the door. "It's not your fault. I just didn't bargain on spending my money on this, you k
Farren's Point of ViewAlejandro had walked out in front of us. All but skipped to the hole in the wall we had to go through. Once my house was finished, we really had to look into collapsing the rest of the wall as well. Make it one large property instead of two. That way our kids would be able to visit their grandmother freely.If Mrs. Parades wanted to, we could even build a third house in the middle. One big happy family. The thought of it brought joy to my soul. Everything felt fuzzy. A happy dream that I wanted more than anything else.When I had gotten to Lupitum, I never imagined I would end up here. Be this excited for a future here. But Camilo had shown me his kind side. Alejandro had shown me that even the most traumatized and violent people could be gentle. Rafael showed me that they would always fight for what was theirs.Fight for me."Who did Camilo call?" I blurted, ripping myself away from the dreams I had woven.Rafael smiled and clasped my hand in his as we walked.
Farren's Point of View"What are you doing here?" I shrieked and moved past Camilo.It shocked my mate when I did it. He blinked at me. Frowned. But Priamos was standing in front of me when he should have been back home with his very pregnant wife."No hello? How are you? Welcome to my home? Nothing?" Priamos joked but I only stared back at him blankly. Huffed and crossed my arms over my chest."You should be in Ireland with Nerezza." The flatness of my voice leads Camilo to move behind me. He placed a hand on the small of my back. Kissed the side of my face. Sparks erupted from the touch. Bloomed into heat pressing onto my spine. My mates would always know how to handle me best, even when I slightly hated them for it.I wasn't a child who needed to be calmed down. "I called him when you were taken. Solely to find out when Lysander's men would be arriving. We needed all the help we could get but you beat us to it, it seems. When he heard you were taken, he personally escorted your n
Quintez's Point of ViewFuck. Fuck? Fuck! I had said too much. Gone in too deep. There was no way I could peddle back now. Retract everything I had said. I should have kept my mouth shut. Or pretended that I didn't know her brothers. But I knew them well enough.Louisa always fucking gushed about her new boyfriend. Then her fiance. Now her husband. If I told Farren now that I had wanted Benicio dead for a long while, she would hate me as much as she hated her brother at the moment. Maybe, even more, considering she knew me for barely a day. But I also knew my racing heart would betray me eventually.Farren stared up at me with those wide expecting blue eyes of hers. The slight crookedness of her nose made it a bit more bearable. Gave her a childlike curiosity somehow. As if she could never look down her nose at you because it was a bit skew.Not that it wasn't adorable. It was just kind of distracting. In an innocent kind of way. Made the harshness of her blue eyes a bit less. Or he
Farren's Point of ViewDespite the conversation I had had with Quintez, I wanted to lighten the mood. Get everyone comfortable enough so that I could bring up a rather sensitive topic to Priamos. If we were going to get rid of Leon, the least we could do was talk to our mother about it.She had no idea what her boys got up to. The hell they raised on a regular basis. I doubted she knew about my kidnapping and how they had a part to play in all of it. But to have that conversation with her, I needed Priamos by my side.My mates would remain home. This was something only the two of us could sort out. At least the Donna was out tonight. Had escaped the turmoil by going with her friends to some country club. But Isabelle had agreed to dine together only if Nicolas would show face as well. Which made the situation a lot worse than I had previously thought it would be.Nicolas would want to go with us. See how we destroyed our mother's soul. It was cruel in a way but it had to be done. She
Farren's Point of View "I don't think I can do this," I whispered into the darkness. Felt the crushing weight of my decisions settle on my chest. Press me deeper into the mattress. Alejandro stirred beside me. Propped himself up on an elbow. I felt his gaze light up the side of my face. Stare deep into my soul. I had to choke down the urge to hide behind the covers. Was this shame? "What can't you do, baby girl?" He asked. One of his arms looped around my waist and pulled me into him. The contact was a blessing but made the feeling of guilt so much stronger. It was about five in the morning. I could tell from the little bit of light starting to take shape outside. My curtains were no longer dark but grew steadily lighter as the seconds ticked by. Which meant I had slept a little over four hours. Not that my body hadn't been tired. But my mind had refused to shut down. I had tried everything. From ASMR videos to white noise. Nothing worked and my brain ticked on with its cruel ass
To 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