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
Kamari's Point of View Things took a darker turn than I had initially thought they would. All of the threads were unraveling and I had no means to stop it. To break it a bit. Zayan was in shambles. His cocky sway was gone. Replaced by a hunched look of anger. His once sharp eyes were dull. Even his hair seemed to have lost all its luster. When he spoke, it was always in a low rumble or nothing at all. A simple nod of the head. Nolan seemed unconvinced of the small story Zayan had told us. That he was framed because they thought the story would be most believable. Then it came time for him to tell us that Eris fully believed Arik to be a more worthy man than himself. That broke him more than words could even describe and he resigned himself to one of the guest bedrooms until we could come up with the best course of action. Until then, he wanted nothing more than to throttle the woman. Feared that left in her presence, he would indeed do such a thing. "He got back," I mumbled into
Kamari's Point of View "Are you sure this is what you want, Kamari? There is no going back from this." Nolan followed me to my room. Stalked in after me, shutting the door in the process. Flitting to my cupboard, I couldn't ignore the pit in my stomach growing larger. Taking up more and more space until I was sure all of my other organs would be crushed in the process. It was a horrible feeling. "I know that. I know what this means. I just need to do it. I can't explain why, I just need to." I huffed out and opened the doors so that I could see all of my clothes. Several different outfits hung before me. They ranged from homeless to goddess and then everything in between. I was almost overwhelmed at the sight of it all. At the choices I had. What would he like? What would lure him in? Something skimpy and slutty, if Eris was any indication. "I'm just scared you are going to lose a part of yourself to him. That's all." Nolan whined. Fell onto my bed like an upset Disney prince