Farren's Point of ViewBoth men hurriedly slid away from me. Pulled the blanket over my body. I sat up, not paying any attention to the shard of pain in my side. Nerezza stood at the door. Her mouth was open. Eyes wide and bewildered.Red crawled over my cheeks. Planted themselves firmly on the tips of my ears. Sheepishly, Alejandro sat back down in his chair and twiddled his thumbs. Rafael stood beside my bed, refusing to look up at my sister."Nez..." I started. Bit down on the words in my mind. None of them wanted to come out. Hell. I couldn't even put them all into a sentence.Nerezza shook her head at me. Smirked. "If I had known there would be a party in here I would have come sooner." She mused, cocking her hip out to lean against the door. I blushed, covering my mouth with a hand. "But I'm not here because of that," She sighed. Looked over her shoulder at the silent hallway. "You have... Guests. They are saying that your presence is needed at the Amador manor. I assume you gav
Camilo's Point of ViewThe convoy came in later than I had stipulated. By over an hour. I could feel my jaw clench as the time ticked on. As minutes became an hour. What had kept them so long? There could have been an ambush somewhere along the road.Several scenarios played out in my mind. The next one was worse than the last. Each second felt like an eternity. This was what it meant to have a mate. Someone you cared for. Although she didn't particularly care for you.But they had arrived in one piece, at least. Farren's safety was the only priority I had at the moment. Seeing her in that hospital bed drove my protective instincts wild. Rode me to the edge of my sanity. They had hurt her and I wouldn't let that happen again.The Amador manor was the best place for her to be. The security had been doubled. Several new escape routes had been established. My mother and sister had their own guards assigned to them. Nothing would harm my family.Plus, Rafael and Alejandro would be staying
Farren's Point of View I had tried my luck and failed. But my growing anger reminded me that I wasn't in the wrong here. This was for the best of both of us. Neither saw it sensible to try in this relationship anymore. How could we when the bond had been so severely mangled? There was no recovering it. Besides, my plan was solid if protection was all he wanted for me. Of that I was sure that Lysander's men would protect me until their last breath. This just proved that Camilo had other motives for keeping me here. Hurriedly, I stormed after him. My wet clothes squelched as I walked. Made a trail of water up the stairs and down the hall. He was headed to his office. moved faster than I had thought he could. His steps were near silent. The house inhaled around us. Lightning lit up the window on the far side wall. I flinched and carried on. Camilo wanted to throw the door closed in my face. I pressed my foot inside the frame to stop it. Barked beneath my breath as the bones protes
Camilo's Point of View She was a dripping vision in white. Her hair was plastered to her face. Anger sparked in her eyes. Her pulse raced at the hollow of her throat. Called to the more primal side of myself. And when she opened up her throat for me to take? Who was I to deny this woman anything? Goddess! She already had my cock throbbing for more and we were just kissing. Kissing! The hold this woman had over my body. The way she claimed it as her own. Soaked me right through with her wet clothes pressed tightly against me. Even the cold did nothing to stave off the fire I felt for her. The greed building in my chest. My cock. Farren pulled at my hair. Slipped her fingers in and tugged with every swipe of my tongue on her lips. A low moan echoed between us. My fingers twitched around her throat. Threatened to tighten and never let go. But she was here with me. Matched every move I made. In a rush, I forced her legs open with a knee. Let her grind on me. She took the opportunity w
Farren's Point of View The high Camilo had given me was even beyond Alejandro's capabilities. His body knew exactly what I needed. Drove me to the edge of insanity and drew me back within seconds. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me. Drowned me. Until all I could do was scream his name. But standing in the middle of his office again, I couldn't help the feeling of shame that washed over me. The guilt I felt for essentially betraying Al. Because I had slept with Cam not long after him. Made him believe that Camilo and I would never be something. Until this moment. "This was a mistake," I whispered, hugging my arms around myself. Camilo was buttoning his pants up. Whirled around when I uttered those dreadful words. "You didn't think that when it was Alejandro." I could hear the sorrow in his voice. The sadness at my shame for being here with him. "Yes, but I went to Alejandro out of love not hate." "And why do you hate me so much?" He folded his arms in front of himself. Stared a
Rafael's Point of View We had left her in the capable hands of Isabelle. Prayed that Camilo would keep his distance whilst we headed over to Farren's house to tell her family about what had transpired. Beg them not to take her back to Ireland after what had transpired. Priamos was unlike his older brothers, or so I had heard. He would whick Farren away in a heartbeat. His protective nature toward his sister slowly bled into the rest of Nerezza's mates as well, with the ex-concubine being the most protective of them all. At least she had given us the approval to keep her here for now. Not that Farren needed anyone telling her what to do. But having the family's approval was a relief. Neither Alejandro nor I wanted to keep her against her will. Trap her within the confines of the Amador manor. Farren was a free spirit, to say the least. Trapping her would only anger her. Drive her away from the three of us. Isabelle knew to keep her brother away from her friend. Show her the lay of
Farren's Point of View All he asked for was one week. One in which he proved to me he wasn't as horrible as he seemed. Showed me the projects he had in the works. The thought was appealing. Maybe it was my romantic heart that tried to urge me to fall into his arms. Hoped that everything I had thought about him until now was nothing more than bad expectations. But another part of me knew that even if he wanted to make Lupitum better, it didn't mean he hadn't murdered anyone before. There was once a time he had wanted to hurt me as well. Even if the man in front of me begged me for even a scrap of the benefit of the doubt. It didn't mean he wouldn't kill again. But I owed it to him and myself to at least try. "Alright. I'll give you one week in which you show me who you really are. If I am not happy with the results, I am not going to carry on. You have a lot to make up for and I am not going to let you off easily." I explained. The lines on Camilo's face vanished. His lips parted
Quintez's Point of View Lupitum was much better than where I had come from. The large imposing buildings with busy streets. Smells of baking loaves of bread and children running about. There might have been a more impoverished side to this city but it also boomed with something I wasn't used to. Happiness. No one looked sad at the circumstances they found themselves in. No one begged for scraps. Or arguing about mundane things. Everything and everyone had a place. Unlike the village I had grown up in. With a sparse population and even sparser food supplies, I had come to hate my hometown. People sneered at you on the street when you begged for their scraps. Kicked you down when they got drunk. Nights were cold and days hot. Nothing had balance within my old village. No one was safe there. Especially not two siblings who had fallen in love and had a forbidden child. Which was what had happened to my parents. Not that I knew them at all. Shortly after my birth, my mother was ston
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