Farren's Point of ViewNone of my brothers spoke to me once they got home. Barely nodded my way and headed into the dining room. Only Nicolas smiled encouragingly. Or tried to make it seem that way. All their shoulders were slumped forward. Hollowness had crept into their cheeks. I was their last priority. My confrontation from earlier was trivial to them now.Benicio had specks of blood on his shirt. On his neck. I expected as much. Their line of work was a bloody one. My brothers were murderers. Plain and simple. That was no secret. But to see it for myself was different than imagining it. Thinking of it. As if those specks slapped me across the face. Forced my attention to them. It made my perception of this city and this family slip into an even darker shade of grey.As always, Louisa flocked to her husband. Clung to his arm whilst sending me a glare as they passed. I gripped the banister tightly between my fingers. Felt my earlier rage rise slightly. Then I remembered not being
Camilo's Point of ViewRafael was hot on my heels as I made my way up to the residential side of the house. Cursed at me beneath his breath. Made vague comments about how it was supposed to be bros before hos. Corrected himself and admitted she wasn't a ho like he had implied but that she was our mate. Which made things worse, seeing as we could never even share toys as kids, much less our mate as adults.Farren had left in a haste. Had bumped into my third in command with a huff. Promptly told him off, as I had expected, and fled the estate. Where she had gone was beside me. Most likely home. Not that that home was her home. From what I had gathered, the only home she ever truly had was the royal palace. And that hadn't lasted long.At least this time around, I hadn't sent someone after her. Someone to report back every move she made. But the tracker I had put on her this morning was clearly not adequate enough for the job. He had trailed her after spotting her hurrying away from the
Farren's Point of ViewIsabelle stood in front of the window. Turned her mouth into a perfectly round O. She had fallen into her own words. Hadn't realized she had let a detail slip that she shouldn't have. If she had only said Camilo had sent her, my eyebrows wouldn't have raised in suspicion. But now she had more explaining to do than checking up.Quickly, Isabelle picked up her hands in surrender. Smiled at me with a devilish grin. I cocked up an eyebrow. "Fine. Fine. I see I have an observant one on my hands here," she said with a wink. "Nicolas and I..." She trailed off. Twirled the end of her braid with her index finger. "Well... we are mates. But you can't tell anyone!" The last part was rushed. Said in such a shrill voice I was afraid the rest of the house might hear her. What would my mother say if she caught a girl sneaking out? Might as well shoot myself before she thinks the worst. Lupitum had always had a reputation for not being the friendliest towards gay people. My mo
Farren's Point of ViewRomano was at breakfast. The little scamp was at the grown-up table for the first time since I had gotten here. He clung to Benicio's side. A liferaft in a situation he had never been in before. Or maybe it was reversed. Benicio never tolerated Romano at the grown-up table. Had always made one of the maids feed him in the kitchen. Kids weren't supposed to be heard or even seen in this house. Thus, there was a reason for Benicio keeping Romano close this morning. Maybe he thought having the child here there wouldn't be any fighting. Which was a great move on his part. I firmly believed that no child should be exposed to squabbling between adults. They needed only a stable and loving home. Neither of which could be found in this house. But this was one thing I wouldn't cross the line with. Romano's health and happiness came first."Good morning." I chirped. Sat down in the seat opposite the little rascal. His little eyes lit up when they saw me. A smile beamed
Farren's Point of ViewThere was a certain degree of fear in the pit of my stomach when I walked into the Amador estate. Not because several men carried large guns over their shoulders. Or because most of them undressed me with their eyes. All of those things I could handle. Felt almost normal after all those years in the public eye. No. What caused the pit in my stomach to grow wasn't these men. It was the two that I might find once I entered the house. My mates that I had walked out on. Left gaping at each other as I fled. Somewhere inside those brick walls were Rafael and Camilo. And I knew that the moment they found me, I would be done for. Questions of all kinds would come from their lips and I was still very unwilling to answer any of them. I had yet to make up my mind on the home I would buy here. If I even wanted to buy a home here. At the moment, it had felt great to tell Benicio and Leon off. Tell them about the house Louisa had been eyeing in secret. Looking back, I had
Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was the most angelic woman I had ever seen. Hair of the purest white. Skin made of porcelain. Round eyes with a pouty mouth. Petite. So petite I was afraid that one wrong word might crush her. And her scent was everywhere. Consumed my insides. Dragged me down into the cotton candy-like abyss and left me.But most of all, she was already taken. By my best fucking friends.From a young age, I had wondered if the goddess loved everyone equally. Because if she did then why make some people poor and some rich? Some pretty and some ugly. Why give one person mental problems and the other an abundance of happiness. This made me believe that she definitely had favorites and I wasn't one of them.Farren opened and shut her mouth. Gripped the back of a chair to keep herself upright. There was a certain amount of disbelief on her face. Shock. My body screamed at me to comfort her. Claim her. Make her mine. But the problems with that were endless.Rafael and Camilo ha
Farren's Point of ViewSilently, we stood and watched what happened at the top of the stairs. Isabelle was the closest to them. Could see more than I could. But I saw enough to know who I was dealing with. My heart hammered in my chest. Palms grew sweatier by the second. This was what I had been afraid of from the start.Death. Decay. Brutal violence radiated from not just Camilo but from Alejandro as well. Rafael kept my newest mate at bay. Spoke gently to him as Camilo shook Tristan around. Screamed in his face. I knew he wanted to do more than just scream at him. But he was Dominique's son. The only father figure Camilo had left. Luck hadn't been with me this entire trip. I had added to my ever-growing mate list. Now, I had the second in command as well. Had been blessed (cough cough) with three powerful mates and not just one. Then it happened. Camilo lost the last of his fragile grip on himself. The blow landed on Tristan's jaw. Rocked him back, letting him cling to the door fo
Camilo's Point of ViewDominique had dragged me out of the house. Tossed me to the grass in the front yard. No one was around to witness their great leader falling. Or the curse words flying from my mouth at the man in front of me. Tristan had remained inside. A bloody mess leaning against the wall. Both his eyes would be swollen shut by tomorrow morning. Some ribs might be bruised from my lower blows. But Dominique had barely paid the boy any attention. Flung himself at me the moment he could instead of helping his son.The spark of anger on his face told me enough of what he had thought of the altercation. That it was nothing more than a nuisance. Alejandro had been dragged off by some of our men. The second in command had given them hell, meaning more men had come from their various stations to help get him away from Tristan.He had become frenzied in the same way he would when someone crossed him on a personal level. It boggled my mind but it hadn't been out of character. Yet, hi
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