Nerezza's Point of View
Reginald hadn't been lying when he said there would be guards everywhere. From the fence surrounding the palace to them roaming outside in the garden. They were on high alert. Carried guns on their shoulders and never spoke to each other.
Which only increased my frustration more. He had sided with Reggie about lowering the wages of common folk. Now he locked me in this palace after he had told me to go after my mates. His actions confused and contradicted themselves. Made me believe that it wasn't just his body dying but his brain as well.
Farren and Phaedra bore the brunt of my anger. Had taken to their rooms instead of being in my presence. I could hear Phaedra typing away. Farren hummed to herself as she sculpted things with her clay. Because of our close bond, Reginald had banned them from going out as well. Both had to cancel important meetings until further notice.
All because some old man had jealou
Lysander's Point of ViewThe twin dicks let me clean everything by myself. Watched as I took out their trash. Did the dishes and threw away the pans that were too burned to salvage. Neither of them offered a hand. Or so much as picked up a crumb. If mother had been here, she would have whipped them into shape. Swung that wooden spoon at them until they moved their asses. From the look of them, they had never been disciplined before. Had never grown up helping around the house. Never cleaned up after themselves. It was infuriating. Frustrating. But my mate deserved to come home to a clean space. A happy one.Nerezza still hadn't arrived by the time everything was clean. Hadn't so much as contacted us. The moon was high. Full and bright, dancing in the sky. The urge to go looking for her overwhelmed me. At my very being until there was little left of me. Every thought I had was of her. Of the place she would one day take up in my heart.Be it the mate bond or true elation at finding he
Nerezza's Point of ViewConfined to my chambers, Reginald's words echoed in my mind. He was doing this because he loved me. Because he saw the bigger picture whilst at times, I only saw my own needs.So, when Amadeus and Alastair offered to come and get me, I wanted nothing more than to scream yes. Pack my bags and run off with them until the old goat died. But I knew better. More things hung in the balance than just my sanity.Because this was a matter of my sanity. He had locked me in my apartment and expected me to be a caged bird. Something I had never been before in my life. Once all of this blew over, I would be free again to roam. To do as I pleased. Put my plan into motion a little quicker. Reginald was on his way out and I had no intention of being cast out the moment he was gone. His promise to Reggie be damned.Phaedra gave me sympathetic glances from time to time. Watched me to make sure that I was fine. Farren also sat in the living room. Chirped about this book or that.
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe night air was crisper than I had thought. Made goosebumps rise on my arms. But I was out and I was with them. Free as a bird, until the sun rose and I had to return to my gilded cage. To the responsibilities waiting for me.Alastair's breathing beneath me felt reassuring. Strong. The only heat left in my body could now be found between my legs. We couldn't go far. Especially not to the west side of the city to my house. Reginald would want to check in on me in the morning. See that I sat in the confines of my room and thought about the problems I had caused him. Or the things he thought were problems.So, we ran to the closest park. The place where four wolves playing in the shadows wouldn't alarm anyone passing by. Alastair slowed to a crawl once we came closer. Amadeus flew by, followed close by Lysander. Scanning the area, they gave a single yip to let us know it was safe.As if we would get mugged.Timidly, Alastair walked forward. Scanned the area as w
Amadeus' Point of ViewWho knew we would end up with such a mate? With her fiery temper and lashing tongue. With every word we spoke, she had a counter. Every explanation we wanted, she dodged so effortlessly.What had turned her into this? So hard and calculating? What had driven her to the brink of this madness? To take the throne from right under the royal family's ass was a daring feat. Suicide, if you asked me. But she looked at the problems in front of her methodically. Advanced with a plan.Although from her shocked face up on her balcony, I knew she hadn't anticipated for us to come for her. Hadn't seen us coming. Had she thought we would simply leave her there?For a moment, I had contemplated it. If she was anything like mother, she could go rot. Simple as that. But unlike my mother, I could see the soft side of her. The loving side. Especially when we went ice skating. She had watched us with a kind smile. Noticed the way we glided across the ice.At that moment, I knew she
Alastair's Point of ViewWe were all shocked at the Alpha's confession. Phaedra's father. But that still didn't explain why he was here. Or why Nerezza didn't come to see him personally. Why she had to send us to do her work was beyond me. If he was her ally, then why go through the trouble of sending us?Sure, she was still on palace arrest. But couldn't she make up an excuse to come see him? After all, he was an Alpha that fell beneath the king's hold. She was the king's right hand. Questions swirled in my mind in the few seconds it took for Lysander to say something."Why are you here, Alpha? From what I know, you are far from home." Lysander grumbled. You could see the unease in his shoulders. The way he sized up the Alpha. This must have been the first time Lysander has met someone bigger than him. It sparked a rather cruel joy inside me. The Alpha leaned back in his seat. Looked us all over before smiling again. "Because I have vital information to our cause. Your mate is cunni
Nerezza's Point of ViewThey had left four days ago. Just after they returned me to the palace. All of them knew the stakes. The gambles we were about to make. It was a cold truth. Four days of silence on both our ends. Contacting them was a risk I wasn't willing to make just yet. Even though my longing for them grew stronger by the day. A cruse upon my soul I wanted to be lifted.Their presence, even if it was just within this city, had grown comforting to me. A revelation I wasn't yet ready to deal with. I had grown attached to Primaos and look where that had gotten me. Shredded heart and a missing son. A lash of pain echoed through my heart. Made me grip the back of the couch as I stared out the windows.Reginald hadn't sent for me in the last three days either. Somehow, his anger didn't bother me much. His silence golden rather than leaden. I could also feel the love between the king and me dwindling slowly. Becoming less prominent by the second.Every second I knew I had three ma
Nerezza's Point of ViewReginald had promptly summoned me to his office later. Reggie had told him everything I said. Except for the part about his whore being pregnant. Just that I had threatened him. Because that was what was best for the prince's image. He would never admit to the scandal. Which was fair, seeing as he wanted to rule one day.When I entered, Reginald was looking right at the door. Veins popped out on his forehead, casting his pale complexion in even more shadow. Red flamed his cheeks, crawling to the tips of his ears. There was that unnerving anger in his eyes. Everything got worse when he saw my outfit. Still in the scandalous clothes I had picked out for the day. The short dress. Heels. I was a walking harlot and he hated every minute of it. I was so far away from the girl he had chosen to be at his side that I might as well have been a completely different person. Good. The girl he had known was dying.The veins became a road map on his face. Bounced with the in
Amadeus' Point of ViewWe were halfway back to Makatza when I felt it. The anguish and despair shoving themselves into my mind. For a moment, all I could do was breathe. In through my nose. Out through my mouth. I felt it again. Felt it jab into my mind and linger for longer than I was comfortable with. From the way Alastair gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white, I knew he felt it as well. Lysander was on his way to Alpha Dumelo. We were tasked with taking the present Dumelo had given to the house. But I wanted Alastair to floor it. To get to Nerezza as soon as possible.There was no denying she was hurting. So much so that she shoved her emotions down a bond that wasn't even fully formed yet. Only the most intense of emotions could do such a thing. Whatever had happened in the last few moments must have carved deep into her soul.I glanced at Alastair. His jaw was locked. Eyes only looking at the road. But the tension in his shoulders and hands told a different
Alvara's Point of ViewEveryone was waiting. Everything was ready. Perfect. The best day of my life. But I couldn't help the sudden surge of nerves. What if the cake fell off the table? What if Ciaran had forgotten the rings? So many things could go wrong so fast. It was an endless cycle of what would be worse.Someone showing up in white or the brides' maids tripping halfway down the aisle. "Can you stop fidgeting? Geez. You look perfect!" Teagan exclaimed. Downed the last bit of champagne in her glass. I frowned at her. Looked toward Adelia to back me up. She only shrugged. Smiled and stood.Her long blue dress swayed against the tiles. Heels clicked as she moved closer. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, we stared into the large mirror together. "You do look perfect. And you are marrying the loves of your life. Nothing can ruin today. I promise." She tried to comfort me. It wasn't working. My large A-line dress did the best it could at hiding the fact that I was pregnant. Nea
Nerezza's Point of ViewFarren had changed the estate exponentially. Enhanced it to the point where I was uncertain if we had come to the right place. No longer were the walls a dull black fence. In their place stood a large hedge with flowers sprouting in every direction. Security posted at the white frosted gates. White gravel leading into the place. It was exactly the type of wonderland I had thought her capable of constructing. A mansion fit for a fairy queen.I could feel my jaw slipping open. Feel awe creep up on me. She had accomplished so much in just over two weeks' time. Knew where her strengths were and used them to the best of her abilities. It was astonishing. We stopped in front of the gates. Were greeted by guards I knew the faces of. Couldn't place them immediately until one spoke up. "Miss Nerezza! Farren wasn't expecting you to be back so soon!" The man exclaimed. Held open his arms for a hug. I looked back at my mates. Noticed their frowns. But the gesture finally
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe had gathered everyone in the open space in front of the house. Gave them all blankets. Scavenged some clothes in all the surrounding houses and dressed the youngest of the children. Not all of the garments fit properly but it was enough to stave off the cold. Protect their innocence. Especially seeing as they had been through so much already.Conan was still passed out in the blanket Priamos had taken him away in. Milla sat close to him. Hugged his legs to her. Whimpered whenever one of my mates would get too close or linger too long. Her clear distrust of anyone was to be expected but I had never imagined someone of her age would already possess such hatred for other people.Alastair had turned back into his wolf form. Scouted for any remaining men in the surrounding area. He made his second lap around the premises before I stopped him. Held my hand on the patch of white he had on his forehead. The dark brown wolf nuzzled my hand. Looked me in the eyes."Go
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe brute had no time to recover. Or dodge. Only time to twist before Zaven lunged at him. This gave me an opening. Enough time to slip past the brawling bodies. Snarls and yips echoed into the hall. Slithered down my spine.I pushed them all away. Focussed on finding my son again. The chaos coming from downstairs was enough to bring me to my knees. The fighting had spilled inside. Men peppered the house with bullets. But none came up. Saw me at the top and shot but never pursued. "Conan!" I called down. Felt fear ripping at my heart again. If he was down there, the odds of him making it out alive were slipping away by the second. "I am in here!" The boy called dutifully. His voice came from behind me. From the door I had seen the brute enter. Slipping inside, I closed it. Pushed the closest thing I could find in front of it. Which was a doll house. Large enough that a toddler could climb in and disappear. The roof of the house was a bit worn but brand new t
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe second floor of the house wasn't nearly as run down as the first floor. Held much more luxury. Paintings of people long since passed. Pieces of art. The floors were of high-quality stone. Made me feel almost guilty for walking all over them with my dirty feet. Children's toys were also scattered about. Littered the landing of the stairs. Along with the modern living room beyond. Off to the right, there was a kitchen. Neat. Clean. State of the art. Glass front cupboards lit up by lights on the inside. It almost rivaled my own."This way." The elderly lady whispered. Touched my arm briefly in passing. She lead us down a short hall. Past two other rooms with their doors tightly shut. A bathroom light was on at the far end, just beyond the third room. This was where the lady slowed down. Stopped in front of. The door had a name on it in colorful lettering. Conan.I felt my heart skip a beat. Until voices drifted into my ears. Amadeus hadn't followed us up. H
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe moved toward the light. Split up into our respective groups as we progressed. Our paws made less noise in the snow. Or maybe I couldn't hear them anymore above the pounding of my own heart. Either way, Amadeus and I remained behind the rest. Lagged a bit.From our current vantage point, I could make out two trucks closest to us. Neither looked to be filled with children, which was a slight relief. Until I realized where most of them were. In a hole, unable to ever return to their hopeful parents.Under Reginald's rule, several hundred children had vanished, seemingly, into thin air. I had a part to play in that monstrosity of negligence. Had always swept it under the rug so that he focussed on what I had wanted first. Now I came to regret it. Knew that those children had most likely been peers of Conan's later on. Priamos lead the way for Lysander's team. Curled his head left. The assassins and the heir padded off in that direction. Settled in somewhere out
Nerezza's Point of ViewConan might be in a dark and freezing hole somewhere. Trapped by other children's corpses. His soul unable to return to the goddess by proper burial. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run to that village. Scream at the top of my lungs until my son answered. But it was out of the question.I would get killed before I even made it inside the first circle of houses. Bunkers. Whatever they used to store these neglected children in. Anger mixed in with my despair. Coated my heart in a sickly black slime.They had to pay. Whether Conan was alive or dead, they had to face the consequences of their actions. Humans had long since forgotten there were monsters lurking in the dark. Had forgotten that firelight never scared us away. We would have to hunt all of them down. Every last one. Devour them.Because they had taken my son from me. The last ray of hope I had left in this life. No amount of tears would fill the hole he had left inside of me. I braced mysel
Nerezza's Point of ViewPriamos, the twins, and Lysander set out at first light. Four men innocently walking around in the jungle wouldn't spark much interest in the enemies we had more to the north. They had taken hunting bows with them. Arrows. Face coverings. No one would suspect them to be anything but four men trying to find food in this frozen wasteland.Zaven had set out to look for more firewood for the day. Or so he had claimed but I had a feeling there was something else brewing on his mind. Whatever it might have been was irrelevant. Trivial. We could deal with all the emotional fallout of the group once Conan was safely back within our reach."Have you ever fought someone before?" Kalliked asked. Shook out his black hair from some snow that had fallen on him. The snow made his caramel skin look lighter than it was. Made him seem less threatening and more clumsy. But it also made the white tattoos surrounding his neck stand out.Shaking off some of the same snowfall, I nodd
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe had drifted off to sleep. Comforted by the various warm bodies, I couldn't help myself. Felt more loved at that moment than I ever had before. It was a revelation to know that after so long, you were indeed loved and cherished. By the very men you had wronged time and time again.The goddess had known exactly who to give me. Even if I had failed to see that at the beginning. At least I was grateful now. If not for the cold then for their warmth.A persistent knocking drove me out of my slumber. I looked toward the door. Noticed the knocking turned into a frantic beat. This made me wiggle my way out of the mess of bodies. Some of them were even snuggled together. Like Lysander holding Priamos. Zaven holding Alastair. Slipping out of bed, I stared down at them. Felt my heart swell.After everything we had been through, they still remained. Devoted themselves to my happiness. To finding Conan. A few more hours of rest couldn't do anything to them but improve th