Kamari's Point of ViewWe were all huddled behind an old laptop I had gotten for my sixteenth birthday. Nolan was at the helm of it, even when Zayan protested, saying he was the one on trial and should clear his name. Neither Hunter nor Randal let him.It was only my dad that refused to move. Kept watch from the safety of his chair. His eyes never missed a thing. The smallest of movements could be made on Zayan's part and he would instantly call it out.In actuality, it was Gaelan that told Nolan not to let Zayan near the laptop. He couldn't be trusted not to pull something just to get loose. Break away. Leave this place forever without being punished for his crimes.I had no idea what strings Zayan was pulling. Knew something was off the moment he got that look of realization on his face.There was a large part of my soul that believed him when he claimed he was innocent. Unlike my dad, I had hopes that this would sort itself out. That the full truth would be revealed."Stop fidgetin
Kamari's Point of ViewFifteen times in the last two days, that's how much she spoke to him. When a call came through, she would speak as if it was nothing. Talk about how well Zayan was treating her. How the house was perfect and she wanted to change a few things.Minutes into the conversation, she would stalk upstairs, go into the bathroom and turn on the tap. What was said after that was a mystery. But it proved that she knew the cameras could hear her. She was smart enough to know to cover her tracks.It seemed a whole lot more suspicious than I could fathom but it still wasn't concrete evidence that Zayan was innocent.A long stretch, that was what it was. Arik and Eris setting him up for something? It nearly sounded absurd. What would they gain by throwing him under the bus? Why would they even instigate the attacks of Jagged Rock?Maybe for the same reasons we thought Zayan could be the culprit. Once the dust was settled and Rachel was overthrown Arik could easily step in and p
Malakai's Point of ViewRachel was already in her office when I entered. She had on a different color suit than yesterday although the cut was much the same. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Eyes darted across the papers in front of her.When I entered, she barely acknowledged me. Carried on reading whatever was in front of her. Her aloofness could be attributed to being the informal Alpha for so long. Work came first and the world came second. in essence, an Alpha was enslaved to the people they served. Forever trapped within the loop of being judge, jury, and executioner.All while still catering to the whims of the people around you."Close the door." She instructed without so much as looking up.Turning, I shut it. Locked it as well. No one was privy to the information that spiraled out in this office. Not even her little boy toy of the hour, Robert. This way, no one could just walk in."Have you spoken with Kamari as of late?" I asked. Sank down into an overstuffe
Kamari's Point of ViewNolan and Gaelan had taken over for Hunter and Randal. The two guards were shown to separate rooms to sleep in. To catch up on some serious rest before the final play of this act had to start. Each also took a shower before going to bed.My dad's clothes fitted Hunter better than Randal but both made do with what they had. At least their Alpha showed them some sympathy, unlike their Luna.Malakai had promised to speak to my mother but several hours had passed with no call coming in from him. Not sign that he had succeeded in stalling the bloodthirsty Luna. If I knew my mother, which I didn't really, I thought she would have sent more men by now. Took this whole situation right out of my hands and placed it in her own.She never struck me as the trusting type.Nor did she strike me as the concerned type but here we were, with two of her minions sleeping happily in our guest bedrooms. You could call it whatever you wanted, but I still felt like it was an invasion
Zayan's Point of View Seeing them huddled so close together snapped something inside of me. Somehow it reminded me that this wasn't the first trip I had had with Eris. Or the fucking last, by the looks of things. It also reminded me that I let Kamari fall into the fire whilst cuddling that bitch of a snake. As much as I hated to admit it, my father was right. Eris was a viper and she never cared about who she bit in the process. That was the truth and I feared I might never be able to fully swallow it. Then the urge to hit Nolan came hard and fast. Nearly took me off of my feet. But my anger shouldn't be pointed at him. Or at Kamari. It should be focused on the bitch that betrayed me for the second time around. It should also be focused on myself for believing she could somehow change overnight. Because self-hatred came in many fucking forms. And I might just have reached the boss level on this one. Watching the sunset didn't calm me as it would normally have. Watching the last
Zayan's Point of View I could hear her humming as I walked up the stairs. A light tune followed by the sloshing of water. Eris had on some music in the background as well. Classical, something I had never thought she would listen to. When I was still me and she was still her, we listened mainly to pop. Sometimes we would branch off into rock or techno but never for too long. Country music was also a fan favorite of hers but the moment something classical came on, I was always forced to change it. No matter how much I enjoyed the lilting music. Or how much it reminded me of my mother. Now here she was, laying in a tub full of water and bubbles, listening to classical music. The water came up to about her breasts, the rest was covered in a large mountain of bubbles. Foam that lapped at her neck and collarbones. Her face was covered in a strange mask of green. In her hand was a long-stemmed wine glass filled with white wine. For a moment I lingered in the door without alerting her t
Zayan's Point of View This was what betrayal truly felt like. Being used and spat back out as if you meant nothing. Was that how Kamari felt when I had chosen Eris over her? This sting in your chest that refused to leave. That refused to do anything but hurt. Especially now that her mask had fallen away. Left a hollow look on her face. A skeleton staring back at me. Then the part came where I just felt stupid for not believing the signs. For looking for the good in her whilst I knew better. Sitting here in front of her now, I knew I had to make the situation right. No longer play the victim in this story. If Eris wanted to be the villain, then I would gladly treat her as such. The monster in my story. "Are you going to remain silent for the rest of this questioning?" I asked, keeping my eyes firmly on her. Eris was sloshing her ice and vodka in her hand. Examined it from every angle. Everything but to look at me. Then a spark hit her eyes and the hollowness evaporated. She wa
Kamari's Point of View It was strange to think that Zayan had been betrayed by his mate twice. Even more so to find out that Malakai and Zayan shared a mate. The thought of it was mind-boggling. Still, there were other factors to be taken into account. What if it truly was Zayan targeting my pack? That he had sought me out not because he wanted revenge on Arik but rather he wanted what I never did. To lead an entire pack. It would have been easy pickings if I hadn't agreed to my mother's terms. But I had and now I could be another obstacle for him. I hoped that this was all just a misunderstanding. That he somehow got that wicked woman to confess to her crimes. Once all of this was cleared up, I could focus on what lay in the future. Or rather, what we were going to do with the true culprit. It seemed fitting that if it was Arik, I would still sleep with him. Claim the money owed to me because of the rejection and make off like a bandit in the night. The thought of it was refr