Farren's Point of View Every inch of their fence was crawling with guards. The main gate had ten of them. All armed to the teeth. Nicolas gave Priamos a waned look. Seemed troubled. Whilst I only sat back to watch as they stalked closer to the car. The one at the front had a gap in his teeth when he smiled at Priamos. But it wasn't the kind of smile you would give a friend. To some people, it would seem as if he wanted to eat you. To others, like myself, it looked like he wanted to pant like a dog. Either way, it wasn't a friendly look. "State your business." The man grumbled through horribly crooked teeth. Some had larger gaps than others. Looked broken. A clear sign that he was on some kind of drug that ate away at his teeth. Namely crystal meth. A pity that someone had to fall so far before realizing their mistakes. Priamos leveled his gaze with the man. Glowered. There was nothing friendly on his face either. My brother had never been known for his patience. Or his respect for
Farren's Point of ViewThe house was deathly silent. Not a stir or sigh. Even the door clicking shut behind Priamos sounded too loud. I flinched when it clicked. Looked over my shoulder at my brother. When he noticed my eyes drilling into him, he only shrugged. No one was home, that much was clear. But from the guards outside speaking too much, I knew my mother would be in her room. She had no other place to go. Barely had the strength to eat, let alone move around. The doctor told us a few weeks ago that the end was near.Our bodies healed too fast. Which in turn made cancer run rampant. It was a horrible cycle and one none of us escaped alive. At least it wasn't as prevalent within wolves as it was with humans. But when it did strike, it took no prisoners. Only bodies."Can we please abort this insanity? Why do you want to torture a dying woman more?" Nicolas hissed behind me.I was tracing every footstep I made. Took in every crevice of this house that had never been my home. It w
Camilo's Point of ViewRafael was pacing back and forth around the kitchen. His nails were bitten into the quick. Alejandro was the only one who looked slightly less panicked. Well, Quintez was too busy stuffing his face to notice the growing tension.He might have been more competition for the three of us. Another male to steal my mate's attention away from me. But he was somewhat naive. Innocent. Quintez had a look about him that I couldn't put my finger on. As if the situation might have been crap but he was just happy to be alive. To be fed.Quintez didn't understand where Farren was actually going.Into a den of enemies. It was no secret that Dominique ruled that side of the city. That he controlled those parts with an iron fist. I had always let him do it, seeing as his home was there. Meaning he always had increased security. But I still trusted him not to abuse the power.A wrong move on my part."She is out of her fucking mind! The first sign that she is there and he will com
Farren's Point of ViewHearing his voice so close to me sent my body spiraling. Every muscle locked into place. My heart leaped out of my throat. I could feel my body betray me. Feel it give in to fear. Because Leon sounded rather cold. Colder than normal.Rage, I knew how to handle. How to divert and attack. But someone cold was a different story. You couldn't poke a bear when it didn't care that you were doing it. It meant that Leon was in a state of mind where I couldn't outrun him.Or outwit him. Which was incredibly dangerous for all of us."Brother, we assumed you would be working at this time of day, with the threat to our society and all that." Priamos sounded even colder than Leon looked. He had squared his shoulders and turned to face our brother. Gave him a look I could only describe as a promise of death. He had never looked more menacing than he had now.But I was too of a coward to turn and face him. My body was still frozen in place. Became leaden. Every slight movemen
Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was terrified. I could hear it in her voice. Feel it vibrating down my spine. But she was with Priamos and Nicolas. Although, given the circumstances, they should be protecting her. Yet she can't return here. Then I needed to go to her. Because if she couldn't come back here, they couldn't protect her for long enough so that she could escape. I felt my body move without my mind telling it to. My wolf brushed close to the surface. Howled in agony and anger. We had let her go alone.Only a mate would protect her with all they had. Not her brothers. Not the ones who had abandoned her before. I wouldn't follow in their footsteps. Leave her to fall into an unseemly fate.She deserved more than this world had to offer.I ripped out my phone from my pocket and dialed the first number in one fluid motion. Camilo should know what was happening. Had to turn his car around and go to our mate. Everything else could burn. All of it. But if she died...A lump formed i
Farren's Point of ViewIt was Priamos who got in the first blow. Leon staggered to the side and gripped the wall with the pads of his fingers. But he was still too close to the door for us to make our escape. Before Leon could fully recover, Priamos went in again. This time around, Leon was ready for him. Dodged the blow effortlessly."Stop it! The both of you!" My mother urged from beside me. I sent her a glare. Felt hatred bubble in my heart. She had known the depths of her son's depravity and remained silent about it. Only now did she choose to raise her voice. Tried to stop him. She should have reported him to Camilo ages ago. Maybe all of those people he had murdered would have been alive.Maybe I wouldn't have felt so guilty for what Camilo had done to his back.There was a crack and shudder as Leon landed another blow on Priamos' jaw. I could see his head slip back further than it should have. Heard as his skull bounced off of the wall. The scream lodged in my throat. Nicolas
Farren's Point of View"Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit," Isabelle mumbled in the front seat of the car. She was still huddled over in the footwell. We could barely hear her as we reversed. Scraped along the damaged cars. They were firing at us still. But Tristan was down for the count.I almost felt proud of Priamos for decking him. For showing him not to mess with the three youngest Torrez children. The shock of Leon's death was slowly fading away. Becoming nothing more than a dull satisfaction in the back of my mind. "I can't believe we rammed through the front of a house!" Isa shot bolt upright when she said this. Looked back at Nicolas with wide eyes. He only gave her a small smile as encouragement. "Camilo is going to flip his lid when he learns that I was in the car whilst we did that!" "Cam has more things to worry about," Alejandro muttered and looked in the rearview mirror. In a jerky motion, he turned the car around. Shoved the gear lever into first and carried on driving
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
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