~Trixie’s Point of View~
While I tried to encourage my mates to leave me alone with the Brad character, they weren’t about to do it. I did think he would certainly tell me more if we were alone. Dawson is very intimidating and the two of them together? Forget it.
I wasn’t at all sure how I felt about having a sudden family.
Family. I knew what the dictionary would say it meant, but what was it to me?
It felt as weird to say it as it did to try and understand it. Would he come live at the palace? Where did he even live at all? I still had a million questions. I wanted to know who he trusted, I wanted to know if he altered any of his visions and how he decided if he should.
Going to be getting another point of view soon! Who would you want to hear from? I'll have two new chapters tomorrow evening :) Thanks for reading! ~Saree Bee
~Jeanette’s Point of View~This is it, the big day. My birthday. The day I’ve waited for and dreamed of … it didn’t seem real. Nothing else mattered today, not money or status, what Kingdom I grew up in, who my family was.Just my wolf.I was gonna get my wolf and best friend tonight. I stared out at the lake, feeling more hopeful than I ever had. I knew after tonight my entire life would forever change. The unknown should be scary, but it wasn’t, not to me. I wanted to dive in head first.Of course I really just wanted to find my mate. I don’t know what pushed my thinking on it but I didn’t feel like he was here. Not now. I did have the idea that I might come b
~Dawson’s Point of View~ It seemed as if callimity just purposefully followed my mate around. Wherever she went, something off color followed her. I wasn’t sure anymore what constituted a normal day but long gone were those times. How was I ever going to get any meaningful work done again? I certainly hadn’t over these past two weeks. I hated to admit it, but if not for Damien I would have absolutely gone insane. I would have lost my mind with worry, with stress. With the unknown of her condition. It was too much for any one person to bear. We leaned on each other like we never had. It simply wasn’t something anyone else could help me with. He had certainly matured greatly since we found our mate. It was all for her. For my mate. The worry, the sacrifice. Flying in the
~Jeanette’s Point of View~ Seeing Trixie getting in the helicopter, but Draven staying made me almost puke again. There was no chance in hell she’d be back for my shift. My wolf would know he was here, she would want… But he still wouldn’t know. Would I tell him? Ohh fudge!! I started sweating like a whore in church. I felt just as outcast. Just as desperate to be saved. When I got nervous, my accent got worse. My momma’s southern tongue just flowed through me. There was no stopping it. “I’ll hang with you for your shift. Us she-wolves gotta stick together, too much large … uhm …. testosterone around here,” Victoria said, giving me a sideways hug.
~Jeanette’s Point of View~ I was still on the fence about having a lycan mate. But there wasn’t much I could do about that at this point. Take the bull by the horns. I rolled that around in my head until I couldn’t hardly stand it. I was letting him hold all the cards. Have all the power. Why because he was a male? Because he was a Drexel? While I wasn’t marked yet, I could still try my best to figure this out. I wasnt trapped. I really hadn’t even spoken to him very much. It was about half an hour til sunset, my wolf was going nuts. She wanted to show off for our mate, even if he had no clue. “But am I gonna tell him? What if he thinks I’m nuts? What if he thinks I’m just some attention whore trying t
~Trixie’s Point of View~ “It’s too hot, someone open a window,” I whined, feeling trapped between two heaters. I popped my eyes open to see Dawson, passed out cold. He was so damn sexy, cute and handsome when his mouth wasn’t moving and messing things up. I stroked his hair, and his face. My mate. Sealed to him forever now. I bit my lip and turned to curl into him, feeling our skin touch. Little jolts of electricity hit between us, little aftershocks from making love I told myself. I really don’t know what I was expecting, but it was so much more. Of course, times two. I grinned as Damien rolled into me, his arm going around my waist. I was still too hot between them but I didn’t dare mov
~Trixie’s Point of View~ Once Damien told me we were in fact on the palace property I walked away from him. I didn’t know which way the palace was but one of them would likely stop me soon. Only they didn’t. I’d easily walked half a mile probably in the wrong direction before Dawson finally caught up to me. “Just where are you going little mate,” he said, surprisingly not annoyed. “I thought I’d be able to find the palace but apparently my sense of direction is garbage,” I said, crossing my arms. “You’ve never been out here before. Come on,” he said, lowering himself so I could hop on his back. I grinned for all I was worth and even in
~Jeanette's Point of View~ My mate carried me, holding me tight like he’d never let me go. But at the same time he held me like I was a delicate flower he didn’t want to crush or hurt. There were so many damn emotions, heavy thoughts in my brain all at once I didn’t know if I was coming or going. *Coming, always,* Hannah said, snickering. I rolled my eyes. Oh goddess, she’s bad enough! Now I got two new people to get figured out. I seriously hope he’s not one of those macho assholes who expects his mate to be a virgin. Cause that dog won’t hunt. Shouldn’t he be happy I’ll know how to please him instead? Wait, so … was I admitting I would mate him? That I wanted to please him?
~Trixie’s Point of View~ KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I drew a deep breath. Damien. Well heck, I had probably now been laying on the floor for an hour. And I was hungry again. “I’m coming in baby,” he said, the door gently pushed open. By now I had rolled myself a bit from the wall, but I hadn’t ever made it to the bed. Without a word he put his arms under me, effortlessly picking me up and laying me on the soft quilt covering the mattress. He quickly laid next to me and pulled me into his chest. “I don’t know what happened between you and Dawson but he’s … switched on. Is the best way I can say it. He’s running on all cylinders at a million miles a minute,
~Two Years Later~ ~Willow’s Point of View~ “It’s so dang hard to believe isn’t it,” Jeanette said, as we watched our mates and pups swimming in the lake. We made a pact that every year, during our birth month we would come back to camp, if only for the day. You can do that kind of nonsense when you’re a royal with a helicopter at your disposal. Of course there were so many of us now the poor pilot had to make two trips. Maybe three depending on how many people wanted to come. “It really is,” I said, shifting my son Dylan in my arms. He was only a month old and certainly not ready for swimming. But we’d get him there. Thankfully he slept through anything and everything, and if he woke … well a boob in his fac
Ten Weeks Later ~Willow’s Point of View~ Trying to find a new normal when so many of us in the palace were still totally new to this life must be what it’s like for a first grade teacher. Kids that are somewhat eager to learn but mostly want to play with their friends and just have lunch and recess. Only us pregnant hippos loved our nap times. It seemed like all we did was have meetings and eat. I wasn’t complaining since I knew it was all important stuff. But it definitely seemed like we were all just making it up as we went. We had some “guidance” but no real adult to stand there and say ‘this is what you do’. Jeanette and I often joked that we were playing house and the real owners would be home soon. It
~Dawson’s Point of View~ The ladies had now been in mom’s room for nearly an hour. Watching them on the cameras made me absolutely sick. They also gossiped freely, truly believing no one was listening. They trashed mom, talked about how she didn’t appreciate her fine things. But oh, they would. They would take better care of her stuff. They were all far more deserving. They already had plans for certain gowns, for upcoming events. I hoped they truly enjoyed their last minutes of freedom and complete indulgence. I was ready to reign down absolute fire on these damn females. At least five pieces of jewelry had been pocketed. They did it without a second thought, and bragged about it. I had to leave the room several times because I got so pissed off. I just saw red. Befor
~Willow’s Point of View~ I absolutely felt this was an all hands on deck situation. I was currently standing in my mates’ office along with Draven, William, Victoria, Jeanette, Brad, Mom, Nicholas and some others that Dawson insisted were their top security people. He was confident they were absolutely trustworthy. I quickly told them my vision then my plan and everyone stared back at me in shock. “Those raggedy bitches,” Dawson said, slamming his fist into the desk and causing splinters to fly. He got one stuck in his hand and my mom quickly went to work getting it out. “I just had this feeling there was something more we were missing. Some
~Willow’s Point of View~ Draven arranged for Victoria, Jeanette and myself to meet with Delia’s girlfriends. I wasn’t sure exactly why it had to be us specifically but I supposed they felt it would grease their wheels. It would be easier to talk with three pregnant she-wolves than with four huge and intimidating lycans. Two that have big crowns on their heads whether they actually do at the moment or not. I supposed talking to anyone with the word ‘King’ in front of their name would be nerve wracking. Although I really enjoyed the talks I had with Dante. He was very easy to speak to, but maybe that was because I was mated to his son. He may not have been as warm and welcoming with everyone. Now, I would certainly treasure them. The tender moments we shared.
~Draven’s Point of View~ For three days now I’ve been an orphan. My entire life the big legacy of the Dubois Drexel families was drilled into my mind until I could recite our family tree by heart. In some regards I felt as if it was all slipping away. I looked at my brothers and our mates and knew that wasn’t true but it still seemed that way. You can take all the precautions in the world, have the finest security. Live in a damn palace and it doesn’t matter. Feeling safe is just that, a feeling. It’s not real. I put my head on Jeanette’s shoulder as the minister began to speak. Our family believed in cremation, at least half your ashes were to be carried by the wind. The rest could be buried or kept b
~Damien's Point of View~ By the time I got back to my mom’s room, dad had fallen asleep. His heartbeat was a bit slower than I liked and his color was off, but I didn’t see what we could do about it. I ordered another bed to be brought in and I didn’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner. It took my brother and I along with two male nurses to get him into the bed and situated. We pushed the beds together making one. Draven then joined their hands. Dad seemed just as lifeless. I wanted him to wake up and fight with me, argue with me about staying out all night. Tell me I wasn’t going to amount to anything. Just say something, have life behind his eyes. He looked nothing like the virile and strong King he was just a month ago. I knew Draven was having the same thoughts.
~Willow’s Point of View~ We literally had no way to get an unconscious Dawson out of the medical ward without anyone seeing. It was bad enough I just ran through like someone was dying, people would want to know why. I hated having to be so accountable to people, having to explain myself. It was quite a burden to shoulder. *Can’t just walk around naked huh? That sucks. Guess what I can do that,* Mila said. I nearly snorted. Like I didn’t know. Ever since the incident where she almost made me pee my pants during a rather important time, she’s been constantly reminding me of things she can get away with and do that I can’t. *What’s wrong with our mate,* she asked, as I stroked his hair.
~Dawson’s Point of View~ She couldn’t die, I wouldn’t accept that. For all her faults she was my mother, the only one I’d ever have. She gave her entire life to her children, to the crown. To the Drexel dynasty. Half the palace was gathered outside the medical ward, desperate for word. The word was, she was in a coma and it wasn’t likely she would wake. The staff loved mother, they were all highly devoted. When Willow brought to my attention that Maxwell could have potentially poisoned something in her room, we literally gutted it and sent all her products for testing. We were still waiting to get the results back, I’d just gotten off the phone with the lab and after some choice words they promised to have it all done today.