Malakai's Point of ViewThree Years LaterWhen I got home from being kidnapped as a child, I knew I would never be able to have children. They had stolen that privilege from me. Snatched it away like thieves in the night.For many years I tried to make peace with it. Work through it.It always stung.Until I met my wife. Until I married her alongside two other men I now called my brothers.Finally, I was able to fit into my own skin. Accept that I might not have biological children of my own but I will have children.The first one took three years to make but it was well worth it. Seeing Kamari with her little belly around the house was always the highlight of my day. It made my world brighter. Shinier. I adored it.Every last drop was wonderful.All four of us lived happily within Jagged Rock. I managed my pack remotely, giving my father some control from time to time. Zayan did the same thing, only his father held almost no control and the old man was pissy about it.Nolan was offi
Kamari's Point of ViewEverything was going as I had expected. Slow and horrible. But it was just another party and just more pack members sneering my way. Nothing out of the ordinary. Wolves stuck to old habits worse than shit stuck to wool. It was just a fact. One I hated more than anything.They made it impossible for change to step in.Nolan was on the other side of the garden. His intuitive gaze settled on me whenever he sensed my unease. It was a blessing in disguise. Under his watchful gaze, I blossomed. The parties and cleaning became less of a punishment with him around. He would never know how thankful I truly was.Shoving down my growing irritation, I picked up more empty champagne glasses. Refilled them at a station in the far back. "Kamari! Table number five needs clearing!" I could hear Eris' voice from a mile off. Cringed and plastered a smile on my face when she approached. "Did you hear me? Those tables over there need to be cleared out. The guests are complaining."
Kamari's Point of ViewIt hurt. Ripped and gnawed on parts of my heart. Nothing could ever compare to that pain. The sorrow that I felt. As if I had lost something I had already had. But Arik had never been mine and I had been foolish to believe he might be.My father had been an Alpha once. Not because of his father but because of my mother. The daughter of an Alpha, thus her mate was meant to be the next Alpha. She a Luna. Rachel Enoch had adored me. Until I turned ten and showed her the color of my wolf for the first time.Pitch black. Logically she had tried to have me kicked out of the pack. Who would want a mockery of nature as the next Luna? My father refused that I go alone and instead followed me. All because an Alpha-born woman didn't want a lowly-born black wolf for a daughter.And I thought an Alpha would accept me now? Pathetic all around."Sort her out. Get her presentable and have her carry on with her work. We have important guests here today and we can't screw this u
Kamari's Point of ViewThere was no denying that this man was trouble. Down to my very core, I knew that he meant business. And it soothed that ragged part of my soul. The torn part that wanted to make Arik and Eris hurt. Until reality slammed a fist into my face.His amber eyes were taking me in from head to toe. Pouty lips parted slightly. His black hair was effortlessly combed to the side. But it was his almost glowing neck tattoos that made me rethink the whole idea. Whatever he might have to offer, I wanted none of it."I'm sorry, but that isn't a name. And I am not keen on giving you mine, either." I bit out with as much control as I could muster. There was still a lump in my throat. One that refused to move ever since I was rejected. Crying on my way here only made it worse somehow.The man chuckled and slid into the booth in front of me. Spreading his elbows on the table, he leaned in with a smirk. Dominating was his natural gift, it seemed. Making another person feel so small
Kamari's Point of View"Are you out of your fucking mind! He will never go for that! He rejected me! Besides, how the fuck will that help us to clean out his bank accounts? I am not willing to steal for you!" Hysterical didn't even begin to describe how I felt. The thought of sleeping with Arik was a tempting one. But it was wrong to steal and I would only stoop so low. Blinking, Zayan forced a smile to his lips. "Do you kiss your mother with that potty mouth?" He got hooked on the wrong things I had said. Made a mockery of my words when in reality, I barely used such harsh language. It wasn't fitting for an Omega, seeing as I had to respect everyone that was above me. Which was, honestly, everyone in the pack.Huffing, I crossed my arms across my chest. Glared at him the best I could. "Actually, no. Luna Rachel isn't around to hear those words from my lips. But you should have known that, seeing as you got so much information about me." It was meant to disarm him.It did exactly th
Kamari's Point of ViewHere I thought women were the needy ones in life. Zayan refused to stop texting me throughout the day. Even when I had my hands so deep inside a toilet I might as well have asked it permission first, he carried on texting me. Having your phone with you whilst working was already a transgression. Texting back would earn me an extra three weeks' worth of working extra hours."The patrol came up clean. No rogues in sight. But we are worried that one of the other packs might be thinking about taking over Crescent Shine. We got our sources on the inside and things aren't looking good." Quinten said and moved his papers closer to him. Arik sat closest to me. Kept tapping his pen on the table in irritation.When Eris had asked me to clean this boardroom specifically, I hadn't imagined there would be a meeting in progress. Maybe this was her way of shoving the rejection in my face. Showing me that Arik had no intention of paying me any mind. It was cruel.But I was he
Kamari's Point of ViewI could see him following me on the sides of the road. See his wolf weave in and out of the tree line. It was tragic to watch but gave me a small sense of comfort. Safety. Zayan refused to take no for an answer and I was starting to get that into my head.Gripping my steering wheel, I settled on rather going to the park than to my house. It was in the town not too far from us, meaning only humans. No one would know about the exiled heir. Or even care that two people were there. But I needed to talk to Zayan again. If we were to do this, there had to be boundaries.I slipped my car into a parking not far from a few benches. At this time of the night, no one was around to see the wolf slide out of the woods on the other side. Or see that very same wolf turn into a human. At least Zayan had brought some clothes along. "You know harassing me won't get me to sign up for your cause any faster," I said and leaned against the bonnet of my car. By the time he got halfwa
Kamari's Point of View"Do you trust him?" My dad had asked me this several times already. Kept hammering on the fact that I didn't know Zayan. But my dad knew his father from before he was exiled. Knew him to be a good enough Alpha that cared greatly for his people.But my dad wanted me to make up my own mind about Zayan. Just because he grew up with the old Alpha, didn't mean Zayan was to be trusted."Yes. I do. And even if I didn't, what is the worst that could happen to me if he paid for my release? I leave this place and never look back? Sign me up then." I replied and slammed the door shut behind me.The sun was barely out behind the mountains. The world was still asleep and silent. But I had to be at work and my dad wanted to get this conversation with Arik over and done with. My dad only shrugged and squinted in my direction. Stopped a good few feet in front of the pack house. He looked older in this light. More worn out. The days of being stuck here had started to show. He w
Malakai's Point of ViewThree Years LaterWhen I got home from being kidnapped as a child, I knew I would never be able to have children. They had stolen that privilege from me. Snatched it away like thieves in the night.For many years I tried to make peace with it. Work through it.It always stung.Until I met my wife. Until I married her alongside two other men I now called my brothers.Finally, I was able to fit into my own skin. Accept that I might not have biological children of my own but I will have children.The first one took three years to make but it was well worth it. Seeing Kamari with her little belly around the house was always the highlight of my day. It made my world brighter. Shinier. I adored it.Every last drop was wonderful.All four of us lived happily within Jagged Rock. I managed my pack remotely, giving my father some control from time to time. Zayan did the same thing, only his father held almost no control and the old man was pissy about it.Nolan was offi
Malakai's Point of ViewTwo days. Two days and we would be married to the most wonderful woman on earth. Two days and she will become one of the strongest women in werewolf history.Not only did she have her own pack, she also had three mates. Three men that worshipped the ground she walked on. Loved every single aspect of her soul.This was the life I had chosen. The one I had always wanted. Needed.Now more than ever, I was thankful for this blessing. Thankful that Keanus was a pain in my asshole when it came to Kamari.I hated to admit it but the little bugged scored me the biggest prize of my life."Please tell me I'm not the only one that hasn't started on my vows," Zayan whined from his desk on the other side of the room.His hair stood in every direction thanks to his constant ruffling. He looked like a parrot that just took a bath. Every feather in every direction."I did mine last week. I wanted to focus on some other things for the wedding." Nolan offered up as he scanned t
Kamari's Point of ViewThree Months LaterWinter wasn't as bad in Jagged Rock as I remembered. Everything was dead, yes, but it wasn't as cold. Nor as wet. Not that I minded either. With three men sleeping in my bed at night, a girl got hot rather fast.I wasn't complaining. Neither were they.A brush with death made them all realize that I was the one. They were all adamant that this type of arrangement was fine. That they were fine. We bickered from time to time, as one would expect of engaged couples. they bickered all the time. As one would expect from three overgrown toddlers.But everything was right. All of it neatly in place."Hey, what are you doing out here? Do you want to catch a cold the week before your wedding?" My mother called from her cottage.Strange to think that she had changed as well. Handed over the reins to me the moment I was out and about again.According to her, I earned it and then some."Just getting some peace and quiet away from all the people," I call
Malakai's Point of ViewI had dozed off on the couch whilst Keanu carried on with his cartoons. The boy was a brimming ball of energy but soon enough, he had crawled into my arms. Settled in until he fell asleep as well.So, imagine our surprise when our mother came storming into the room. Her shrill voice all but screamed our eardrums out."Malakai! It's Kamari!" She repeated once she realized I was awake.At the mention of her name, I was up. Rushed to the other side of the room to where she stood. Her hand was barely out before I grabbed the phone. Pressed it so hard to my ear that i would have a headache an hour from now."Yes?""The doctor says she is waking up. How fast can you get here?" It was Nolan on the other end.His glee was nearly contagious. Brimmed with excitement. Joy. All of it bled into me. Drummed a steady beat into my step."Give me an hour and clear out the garden. I'm taking the chopper."***The pilot puked the minute we landed. With my flying, I understood wh
Nolan's Point of ViewIt was the perfect day for a funeral. Storm clouds brewed overhead. People were dressed in black. Wrapped in scarves and staring down into a dark pit.It was a miracle it wasn't raining. That the sky relented just for this one moment in time. To commemorate the fall of someone. The sky could mourn later. We wanted to mourn now. Was fully entitled to it, all things considered.Even mother nature had a heart, after all. Malakai had gone back home. Tail tucked between his. Back bowed. His people needed him now. Feared that the rebellion and troubles would spill into their territory. he had gone back to appease them. Put their minds at ease.Zayan was holed up in his room most days. Cried from time to time but always denied it.But I was left to run two packs for the time being. Rachel couldn't. Nor could Gaelan. The state they were in wouldn't allow for rational decision-making. The other alternative was me. The one person on this earth that wasn't born to do t
Kamari's Point of ViewHe was ripping at his hair. Cursing everyone and everything. Screaming. Crying. A grown man reduced to shambles right in front of me. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost but not entirely. "He's dead. He's dead. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He was unraveling before my eyes.Arik fired a shot. Another shot. Let the bullets pepper into the ceiling.I knew he was sick. Knew that he had surely gone mad when Eris also left him. That was no secret but I never imagined he would go this far. Deteriorate this much in such a short span of time."You killed him! You fucking did this! What did you think will happen? You ride off into the sunset a hero? As fucking if!" I screamed.Malakai braced himself. Crouched down enough that he could lung at him at any second without hesitation. But I was already on my feet. Touched Malakai gently.Even when Arik turned the gun on me, I carried on walking until he was right in front of me. Had the gun pressed between my ribs."I didn't... I did
Kamari's Point of View My blood ran cold at the sight of those guns aimed at them. No one from below could see the men. They were well hidden. A death trap for anyone below. This was the last piece of evidence I had need. The last straw that broke the camel's back. Shifting back, I didn't even bother with getting dressed. Rushed over to the crowd in a blur. Nolan and Malakai weren't far behind. Remained on my heels as I shoved myself through everyone. Arik noticed my scent then. His nostrils flared. Eyes narrowed in on the tightly packed crowd in front of him. "Arik!" I screeched and broke the front of the line. His eyes landed on me. Were two small slits compared to the rest of his face. Bags lined the bottom of them. Black, not blue. Hair seemed more undone than ever before. He wasn't tearing at the seams anymore. He had gone full-on mad. Pointing guns at his pack. Looking like utter hell. This was a madman. A tyrant about to lose control and he knew it. "Ah, the prodigal
Kamari's Point of View "There is no way in fucking hell that I am allowing you to go! Do you understand me, Kamari? Not a fucking chance!" My mother screamed at me from across the room. Her eyes were bulging out of her head. Veins popped out on her neck and forehead. But my mind was made up. Nolan, Malakai, and I were going to Crescent Shine tonight. Already had most of what we needed loaded into the car. If things went south, I instructed both of them to leave me there. To head back this side. They had a lot to lose and I wasn't willing to put their lives on the line. "My mind is made up and there is no going back. He crossed a fucking line! Bombed the school! Hurt Zayan! I need to do this!" I screeched back and flung my leather jacket over my shoulders. Another present from the man now laying in a hospital bed somewhere in this house. I couldn't bring myself to see him yet. Silently promised that I would come back, just to make sure he was fine. That he was alright. Thriving,
Malakai's Point of View We were all stationed at opposite ends of the school. Had our eyes peeled for anything that might look out of the ordinary. Even a car passing by one too many times would be reported. Nothing and no one came in or out. Until the explosion hit. It was on the side Zayan had been stationed at. Was ear-deafening, even from so far away. Shook the wind from my lungs. "No," I gasped and made my way through the school. All of the guards ran with me. Not a single one was spared as we traversed this foreign ground. It took us two minutes to get to the other end. To see the chaos in front of us. Body parts were strewn all along the path. Dust floated in the air above a crater in the ground. Another second passed as I mutely stood and took in the carnage in front of me. The vague smell of cooked pork drifted up my nose. Reminded me of the time I had tried to help someone trapped in a housefire. Then my mind jumped to Kamari. To her well-being and everythin