Farren's Point of ViewThey lead me through a maze of walkways. Ushered me by my arms, even when I tried desperately to get free. Twisted my arms in their grip and wrenched. Nothing changed or happened. They would only adjust their grip and carry on.Stony faces would look nowhere else but in front of them. Even pleading my case was a ridiculous thought. But I tried anyway. There was no harm in trying. Especially seeing as I knew where they were taking me. I would rather die by my own hand than face Dominique.The wife killer."You don't have to do this, you know. I am rather wealthy. I could pay all of you even more than what Dominique and Camilo are squabbling over." My voice sounded empty. Hollow. There was no telling what ran through their minds but it was clear the feeble attempt had failed.We took another left. Ascended some stairs. Here the pipes groaned. The buzz of electricity was also louder. There was most likely a transformer close by. So was the uppermost parking area. T
Camilo's Point of View"How the fuck did you let this happen!" I screamed. Could feel my veins pop out of my neck.The ten guards meant to protect my mate and sister stood in front of me. Trembled as I raised my voice. They were close to pissing themselves. To giving up and dying before I could get my hands on them. My displeasure was evident. My fear not as much.Because I was afraid more than anything else. Afraid that they might harm my mate. Torture and kill her because of me. She was the pinnacle of this world. The mountain I had only recently started climbing and never saw the top of. I wanted to explore her. Get to know each and every crevice. Every vice. Now they took her and I was afraid I might never know all of her secrets.If they hurt her, I would burn them all alive. Burn this city and all the people in it to ashes. Feast on their charred bones. But first, I had to handle these men. Throw them away or throw them to the hungry wolves. Either way, they would never again s
Quintez's Point of ViewThe news came when I was in the shower. Half delirious from all the weed I smoked. Singing to myself the same song over and over again. Which I forgot the name of. But it was a banger and I honestly always loved the sound of my voice whilst singing. Especially when I was higher than a kite.Hanging halfway out of the shower with the water still raining down on the rest of my body, I picked up my phone from the basin. The stand my basin sat atop was concrete and solid with the basin curving up and away from it. Which made it the perfect place to put my phone.Not that it mattered.What was I doing again?Oh. Right. I picked up the phone to see the number dialing in. A number. Not a name. It was another one of our burner phones. I always opted out of one when they offered them monthly. Said that no one would track a low life like myself if I had a more expensive phone.Honestly, I just always forgot to memorize the new number and had to always call the center for
Farren's Point of ViewWe drove in silence through the city, except for when Tristan decided he was a singer by trade. A very fucking poor one.The bright afternoon light stung the backs of my eyes as it bounced off of the tall buildings. Shiny glass. Produced tears on my lower lids. Or maybe that was just my fear settling in. Making a home in my heart right next to sadness.These men had murdered my mate's father. They had also killed my mother's mate. If it hadn't been for them, I wouldn't be alive right now.Would never have known this world. Somehow, I wished that could have been the case. That their plot all those years ago had failed and I was left to drift in oblivion. Although, they had succeeded and now I was forced to listen to Tristan's horrible singing."Can you please stop that?" I growled at him. Irritation had also made itself known within my chest. Not at the situation but at Tristan who could see my jaw tightening with anger yet he continued on with his tragic voice.
Quintez's Point of View When everything finally sunk in, I realized the rest of the room was staring at me. Their faces were twisted and morphed into curiosity. Some had their lips tugged into a pleasant smile, mainly Roberto and Dominique. Ever since I had joined forces with Dominique, his youngest son had taken a liking to me. Saw me as more of an older brother than his older brother was. Out of the three men, he was the nicest. Sweetest. Sadly, he was blessed with such a fucked up father and brother. Although, his mother had seemed nice before they promptly discarded her. Avoiding eye contact with the girl still tied to the chair, I skirted past her. Smiled back at Dominique when he embraced me from the side. His breath smelled of alcohol when he exhaled. When Roberto offered another drink to his father. When he declined with an upturned palm, Roberto moved it toward me as an offer. I shook my head. "Smoked a large bowl before your dad called. If I took that now I might en
Camilo's Point of ViewI had sent a scout to Dominique's house. Forced him to run faster than he had ever before. The clock was ticking and there was no telling what would happen once it ran out. Dominique had proven he had no humanity left in him.So he wouldn't spare Farren anything.The likelihood of her making it past tonight in their clutches became less and less. She wasn't made to endure torture. Or anything down that line. Her skin was made to be worshipped, not marred. If I could have gone in her stead, I would have.Gladly lay down my life to give her her freedom back. Rafael and Alejandro felt the same. We knew the depths to which the Ramirez family had fallen. Killing their own mother and wife. Yes. Farren wouldn't make it out alive if we didn't act now.Alejandro was busy on his laptop when the scout came back. Breathless. Trembling. Utterly naked. His chest heaved and his thighs trembled. But it was the fear in his eyes that told me the worst had happened. Or maybe he w
Farren's Point of ViewFuck Phaedra. Fuck Tristan. Fuck Dominique. Fuck them all. That was all I could think of as they spoke in front of me. Spoke over me and about me as if I wasn't even in the room. This had turned into something that went beyond Lupitum and Dominique's urge to take over the business.They wanted to gain favor with the royal family. Wanted to send me with Phaedra willingly, knowing that I would be a cow to the slaughter. Except if what she had said was true. That she wanted me by her side as her sister. To help her overthrow the monarchy and place herself on the throne instead. That Reginald had grown too drunk on power and was proving himself to be an unfit king.The snide remark about how Nerezza being a mad woman didn't seem to help her cause at all. Only angered me to the point that I wanted to rip out of my ties and strangle her myself. Although, I settled on growling back at her. Let my eyes do the talking. Showed her the clear disdain I had for her."Take th
Quintez's Point of ViewI knew she was angry when she said all of those things. Knew that she was frustrated from being kidnapped. But it didn't mean what she said wasn't the truth. I was a coward. A selfish one, at that. I had never tried to do right by anyone, not even the man I claimed to serve.Who was a complete and utter monster, might I add, with zero regards for anyone's life except his own. But this was my time to make a small change in the world. A large one in my life. If I did this now, saved my mate, I was going to change everything. There was no telling what Camilo might do to me but I had faith that Farren would try and get me out of the mess I had created.Only if I tried to save her now.Taking a step forward, I glanced over my shoulder at the back door. Phaedra and her guards had no doubt gone to the villa just on the other side of the house. Dominique and Tristan had gone to sleep, hoping that daybreak and their money came sooner rather than later. This left me wit
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