Zayan's Point of View Kamari gave me whiplash. One moment we were busy with one topic... The next... I could barely control my breathing. Had to concentrate on the road so hard that I was sure one of the veins in my eyes would burst. Even my knuckles had gone white from gripping the wheel so hard. Maybe it was the vulnerability in her voice or her reasoning. Maybe I was just a glutton for women like her. The kind that needed me to help them. The ones that could barely stand on their own. "Tonight." The word chimed like a bell in my mind. Slowing the car a fraction, I finally dared to look at her. Her beautiful blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. Bright eyes took in everything. The slight part of her lips. If only she knew I was already hard at the prospect of having her. Tasting her. "That seems a bit rushed, don't you think?" It went against my nature to turn someone like her down. But I needed her to enjoy it. Not tremble at the thought of my hands roaming her. She wa
Kamari's Point of ViewThose intense amber eyes kept me pinned in place. Or maybe it was the smirk he was wearing. How he not only dominated the space around him but commanded reactions out of my body as well. Knots had formed in my stomach.And I couldn't get rid of any of them."Leave that to me..." His eyes darkened as he said it. Became almost entirely black. I swallowed. Folded my hands into my lap and refused to look up at him again. "First thing we have to take a look at is..." His hand snaked my way. Fingers pinched my chin and forced it upward. Our eyes locked. "Eye contact." He mused. Butterflies plummeted from my throat to my ribs. Warmed the bottom part of my lungs. Which somehow made it even more difficult to breathe than before. I wanted to reach out and touch him as well. Explore him.But I had no idea where to even start, let alone what to do afterward. Touching wouldn't be enough for someone like him. He needed more. Would need me fully submissive and spread open for
Kamari's Point of ViewHis rejection stung more than I cared to admit. Slapped me across the face more brutally than I had thought it would. And right now, I didn't even want to look at him, much less be in his presence. The light outside was fading fast. Fog had covered the rest of the mountain top. But I wanted to leave. Now. Shifting would be my best option. At night, I was my stealthiest. Only a black shadow danced through the trees. Nothing too out of the ordinary."I'll ask Nolan to come and fetch the parcels tomorrow. I think I need to head home." I murmured.Zayan was still sitting in the same position as I had left him in. Although, now he was staring out the window with a frown on his face. His eyes were vacant. But the moment those words left my mouth, his head whipped my way."I thought you will be staying the night." He said.Nodding, I corrected my shirt. Nervously wiped my hands on my jeans. Couldn't look at him fully. Because he might see that he had hurt me when in t
Kamari's Point of ViewI could hear them clearly through the floor. As if they were in my room. Screaming and crying. A childhood memory I never had.My parents had always been great. Before my fall. Before I took my father away. Or rather, he took me away. Sometimes I only blamed myself for their splitting, even when they adored the other.Although, my mom never knew who my father really was. That the Alpha she had gotten for her pack was also a black wolf. Years of careful planning and discretion lead to her still not knowing the color of his wolf. How she hated me but her mate was the very same thing. Burrowing my face deeper into the pillow, I tried to calm my heart. A sob sat fat on my tongue. But if I could hear them, they could hear me. Anxiety coiled like an angered snake in my stomach. Hissed whenever I heard my mother's voice above my father's.They were screaming about me. Always about me."You are pushing too hard, Rachel! You need to give her more time! Just showing up a
Zayan's Point of ViewSomehow between me not wanting to fuck up but still wanting to fuck her and setting some boundaries, I fucked up anyway. Kamari's face had contorted into shame. Guilt.I could have slapped myself when her eyes dimmed.Her smile faltered.But I had wanted to set boundaries with her from the beginning. Maybe bringing her to my mother's old cottage was a bad idea to start with. Although I needed to get her somewhere that wasn't her home. That was still with me. We should have spent the night together here. I should have been gentle but firm. Instead, I acted like a fucking turtle and climbed into my shell.Should I have run after her when she left? Yes, I should have. Was I too stunned to even move a finger? Yes, I fucking was. In all my time on this earth, I had never seen a woman more poised to run away from me than I had Kamari. Even Eris had taken her time to leave. But the girl had been a cracker shot from its pipe. Eager to move her limbs and run into a bustl
Kamari's Point of View We were busy in the garden. Plucking out weeds and freshening up some roses. My dad wanted to start planting some vegetables in the back corner. Neither of us mentioned the time my mother finally left. I had gone up to my room and slammed the door shut. The two of them resigned themselves to whispering. Sometimes I could still hear my mother's entitled voice plead with him to make me reconsider. Sometimes I could hear my father getting annoyed with the woman. But as of right now, neither of us dared to speak about her. "We can plant various tomatoes and chillis. Throw in some green beans. They all have their set needs, so we will have to start a greenhouse. But we can start small and work our way up." He explained and chucked the last few weeds into a black bag. Weeds weren't meant to go in the compost pile. If they had seeds on them, they would wreak havoc on the heap we had already started working on. So, we threw them away. There were times I wondered i
Kamari's Point of View He instantly started pacing around the room when I let him in. Walked from one point to the other repeatedly until my neck refused to follow him any longer. It was aching. Threatened to break off where my neck met my spine. Sometimes it felt like the room was too small for Nolan and me combined. As if he needed more space to trek and fume. The behavior was so unlike him that I had resigned to just staring at him. My dad had made an appearance about half an hour ago. Noticed Nolan's distressed state and decided he better head off. With a long look sent his way, I silently begged him to take me with. I had never seen Nolan in such a trance. Had always known him to be a level-headed individual. Not this brooding mumbling beast in front of me. As if the notion of his best friend sleeping with the likes of me undid him completely. "Are you going to take a moment to calm down?" I finally asked, feeling my throat tighten. After last night's conflict, I wasn't feel
Zayan's Point of ViewThe trout taunted me with their slow movements. Swirling. Gliding. Ignoring my fucking bait that was right in front of them. Hell, I even whipped the fly fishing rod the way my dad had taught me. Nothing. They remained unphased by my effort. Which infuriated me more. "Unclench your jaw, Zayan. You are scaring the fish." My dad mocked, a taunting smile on his lips. We were about knee depth in the pond. Could feel the cool rush of water against the rubber fishing suit I wore. It was uncomfortable but so was this entire experience. I wasn't a waiting type of person. Hated fishing to my very core.And my dad adored it. So we compromised and promised to spend at least one afternoon a week fishing. A nice relaxing afternoon with just the two of us. Even my phone had been switched off. Which was torture, considering my current predicament with Kamari."They hate the lure I am using," I growled out. This led to my dad chuckling beside me. Effortlessly, he whipped his
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