Farren's Point of ViewHe plopped me down inside one of his SUVs. Locked the door before I could get out. I might have been in his oversized clothes but the playfulness caught me by surprise. Warmed the colder spots in my heart. It shone a light in the dark and made me realize there might be hope for us.For this relationship. Camilo had a softer side to him. Something I had thought impossible. Wherever we were going, I didn't care that I was only wearing the stupid outfit I had on now. Because it was with him and no one would dare say a word whilst I was around him.Shuffling around the car, Camilo opened his door and slid inside. His grin was infectious. Devilish. I scowled at him. Tugged at the bottom of the shirt to show him that I looked like a peasant and not his mate. I might have been too happy to care about what I was wearing but I didn't want him to know that."I can't go out in public like this," I whined. Tried to keep the cheer out of my voice. The smile off of my face.
Farren's Point of ViewCamilo swung our bodies around. Moved quicker than lightning and shoved me against the glass window on the other side of the office. Air rushed from my lungs but I continued my kisses. Sucked his lip in between my teeth. Fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.His hands framed my face now. Thumbs caressed my cheeks. I hitched a leg up over his hip. Tried to get as close to him as possible. But Camilo moved his hip away. Broke the kiss. I wanted to groan. Ask him to stop trying to lead and let me have this moment."Farren." He bemoaned. But I covered his mouth again with a kiss. Swallowed his moans whole.Finally, the first few buttons on his shirt were open. I groaned into his mouth. Swayed my head to the side slightly so that he could have open access to it. Camilo broke the kiss, as I had hoped. Planted several kisses on my neck. Over my collarbone. He had moved the shirt away from my exposed skin. Tried to get the best vantage he could.Our breaths mingled tog
Quintez's Point of ViewI couldn't get her off of my mind. Not when I was asleep. Or when I ate. Not when I had to carry out orders and sneak around in the dark. Not even when I had a rather beautiful brunette bouncing on my face and dick. Somehow, that night, I couldn't come for the first time in my life.I had seen an angel and now I craved heaven.Her beautiful long almost white hair bounced behind her as she walked. The gentle curve of her spine. It all came rushing at me when I least expected it to. Plagued me night and day. Or rather, one night and one day. But it was already maddening. To think that somewhere out in the world there was a female wolf waiting just for me. With pristine porcelain skin. Long hair. Breasts that perked up in the rain from the cold. A vision. Everything I could ever want.Needless to say, the brunette got bored of me once she realized I wasn't going to entertain her for long. Because I could feel my cock was hard. Feel the inside of her pussy. But I
Farren's Point of ViewRafael waited for me to get dressed. Had turned his back on me as I slinked into my own clothes. Just a long pale blue dress with a large white ribbon in my hair. Barefoot, because the heeled boots from earlier had eaten up my feet. "You can turn back around now," I told Raf. Tightened the drawstrings on the middle of the dress so that my waist was accentuated.With a light groan and ruffling bed sheets, he turned. Took me in with a broad sweep of his eyes. A smile broke his face in half. Lit up his eyes. "There is the girl I know." He mused. I rolled my eyes at him. Walked to the door. But before I could open it, Rafael spoke again."Have I ever told you I wasn't always an only child?" The confession came out of thin air. Gave me a pause in front of the door. I had never heard such vulnerability in someone's voice before. Some pain twinged in with the rest of the words. Swallowing down my urge to head for the hills, I turned back around. Faced him with a smil
Alejandro's Point of ViewFarren was a light in the darkness that was our lives. Without hesitation, she offered up her own money. Her home. Opened her heart to women she had never even met before. Until recently, she hadn't even known they existed.But just like that, she went into action mode. Planned how they would get back to Makatza, the werewolf capital of the world. Organized several people to go shopping for the girls. All different sizes, so no one was left behind. Offered up Lysander's services in finding their families. And if they had no one, she was more than happy to accommodate them at her estate for as long as they needed. Just so long as none of them were sold or used. All she wanted was for them to have better lives than the one they had now.A ray of light.We didn't deserve her in the world we lived in.When night finally fell, we were all settled in. Had crawled beneath a blanket each. Sat as close to Farren as the space would allow. The tv was on some movie Farr
Farren's Point of ViewThe call came not 30 minutes after his mother left. Maybe it was an hour. Or more. But the world crawled to a stop when it came. As if the earth knew that a tragedy had taken place.Alejandro was draped over my lap. He had successfully pushed Rafael off of me. Took his place with a smirk. Isabelle and Nicolas had joined us only five minutes after they had received the scolding of their lives. Camilo had made us popcorn. Each a bowl with whatever spices we wanted on top.Everything felt utterly domestic. Simple. Until Alejandro's phone rang. The man groaned from his position below me. Refused to pick it up. "Can you get that, please?" Isabelle whined from the other couch. She was intertwined with Nicolas to such a degree that I no longer knew which leg was whose. Beneath the blanket, they looked like one morphed person with two heads. At least my brother was smiling blissfully. Looked happier than I had ever seen him before."I don't want to move." Alejandro g
Alejandro's Point of ViewShe was still in the clothes I had last seen her in. Looked radiant. Except for the bruises around her neck. Red lines went from one side of her neck to the other. They contrasted her pale skin horribly. If it weren't for those red lines, I never would have known something was wrong. My mom looked like she was sleeping. Not gone from this world. Although, the beeping machine to her left indicated her heart was still going. Keeping her alive."Dominique has taken it one step too far," Rafael said from beside me. His hands were balled into fists. Mouth set into a grim line. Camilo stood at my mother's feet. Stunned into silence. Even the Don was livid. If Dominique had the audacity to go after his own wife, there was no end to what he was capable of doing."He crossed the first line when he tried to have Farren killed. This is just cementing his fate." I growled. The monitor's constant bleeps frayed my nerves. Reminded me of how fragile this life was. I hadn
Farren's Point of ViewI woke up in Alejandro's arms. Felt his body pressing into mine from the side. It was welcomed. Made me feel safe and secure. But I was cruelly reminded of all that had transpired lately. My accident. The house. His mother laying in a hospital bed on the other side of the city.All of it forced me to sit upright whilst Alejandro kept on dreaming. Didn't even stir. His snores bounced off of the walls. His lips were parted as he kept on sleeping. Shimmying my way out of his hold, I let my feet touch the soft carpet beneath the bed. For a moment, I only sat and rubbed my toes into the rug. Toyed with the lush strands. It grounded me enough that my breathing became even again. My heart stopped racing. Whilst sleeping, my body had broken into a cold sweat. Drenched my lace night dress. Let it paste to my skin. I wasn't sure of what I dreamt but knew it couldn't have been good. Not that my reality was any better.I had gotten my mates on my side. Allowed them to mov
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