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
Nerezza's Point of ViewBeneath the sparse light, Amadeus seemed like a ghost coming back to haunt me. His dark hair had no sheen to it. His eyes looked impossibly sunken in. But I could feel my heart beating for him. Feel the dull ache of seeing him again after he had been gone so long. Four days and I was already losing my mind with need for them. How utterly pathetic.The balls this man had to come looking for me in the palace. It was a wonder that he was still alive after so many years of pulling stunts like this. His smile was the only thing I could truly see. The light from the balcony bounced off of his white enamel. Made him a shadow with a smile."I came to see how you were doing," Amadeus replied. I looked toward Phaedra and Farren. Saw the frowns on their faces. Shrugging off their clear disdain, I looked down at him again."How did you get in?" I asked. From his silhouette, I noticed him shrugging. Rolling his shoulders and looked behind him. The guards were lax tonight. R
Nerezza's Point of ViewI couldn't help myself. Felt my body move before I could stop it. All rational thought just went out the window. I followed him into the bathroom. Watched as he turned the tap on. Water sputtered from the head. Slid slowly into the bath beneath. The tub was large enough that both of us could fit in comfortable.Play in it comfortably as well. I shook the idea from my mind. Waited just past the door for him. Amadeus grabbed at the towels and I wondered how this all started in the first place. How he had come to bath here. He said that he had just come to check up on me. Now we were standing in the bathroom. Him waiting for his tub and me...Well, I didn't know what I was doing here. But it wasn't good. None of this was good. If Reginald decided to make a surprise visit I was royally fucked. To say the least. All of my urges to fling Amadeus back out the window dissipated when he turned around. Locked eyes with me. That gorgeous smile on his face. There was no d
Amadeus' Point of ViewShe was stunning. Her legs dangling from the edge of the bath. Black curls falling over one shoulder. Green eyes looking straight into my soul. There was no denying it. Nerezza was the most perfect woman I had ever met. Then she hit me with that little fact. About having another mate. The first one, as she had said. I could hear air wheezing through my clamped teeth. The air around me grew cold. Freezing. As my blood boiled on.Secrets would be our greatest downfall. Secrets and arrogance."When were you going to tell us about him?" I ask. My voice sounded incredibly small. Fragile. I gripped the sides of the bath hard enough that I was sure pieces of it might break off. Nerezza flung her head sideways. Blocked herself off from me with her hair. I wanted to reach forward. Move it out of the way so that I could see her brilliant eyes again. I refrained. Bit my bottom lip until I felt my skin rip open. This was bad. This girl had more going on than she let on. W
Nerezza's Point of ViewI hadn't been this vulnerable to anyone before. Maybe Priamos but most of my memories of him were locked away. Stored somewhere I never wanted to open. But opening up to Amadeus felt natural. Easy. His comforting hand was on my back. The kisses he would place on my forehead as the water turned cold.Neither of us wanted this to end. This moment could carry on for the rest of eternity and I would remain happy. Because I had never felt this safe with anyone. Not even Priamos. The thought of him leaving ripped open my heart. But I was still confined to my chambers. Denied any visitors.Especially my mate.Reluctantly, I pulled away from him. His eyes followed my face downward. Curved over my collar bones. Ran down the length of my ample chest. Settled just below them, where my heart was. As if he could see it breaking.I had no idea how long I had been in his embrace. Long enough that the water had run cold. Bubbles had disappeared. His brows furrowed when I scoot
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