Chapter Four

Madonna awoke to behold three unimaginably gorgeous male individuals. At first, she hastily dabbed at her eyes to make sure she isn't dreaming and blinking her eyes back open to confirm it was truly reality, she immediately detached herself from the comfy fluffy stuff she was laid on and yanked the bed sheet aside.

Her eyes took in the sights and she almost dropped. The first male figure her eyes stayed rooted on was nome other than Xavier: the playboy, womanizer, and ladies man of the triplets. The maidens in the pack swoon shamelessly around Xavier for his good-looking, deep pockets and charisma. And she noticed something, as she scanned him from head and down to the toe, he also did the same- though his was conducted shamelessly.

Her eyes swept over his figure to meet with Geneva- singularly, he's described as a perfectionist. At the age of 19, himself and his brothers were made Alphas of the formidable Holy Moon Pack by their late father. Cold-hearted, ever frowzy, peskiest, callous, ruthless and bestowed with unimaginable handsomeness. He seems to notice her gaze also but as they made eye contact, his look was of 'distaste'.

Quickly snapping her gaze from Geneva's seemingly furious ones, she goes for the last figure. Oliver-, among the triplets, he's the most unforgiving, brutal, wicked and scheming.

And that can also be seen as his grip around Savannah's neck tightened. Madonna's eyes all at once bobbed in their sockets and before she knew it, she practically launched out of the bed and stalked towards turn to help the gaping Savannah.

"Put her the hell down"her fists tightened by her sides as she looked at the figure currently backing her with a stoic expression etched on her face. Oliver's ticking jaw eased the slightest bit, backing away as he released Savannah's neck, watching coldly as she hits the floor.

However, he turned towards her and her jaw slacked, caught off guard by the beauty standing right before her. Oliver having the disruptor of the moment w look, he looked down at Savannah.

Although he's seemingly the quiet one, cruel thoughts constantly roam around his head. In terms of physical strength, and facial appearance, he's the most handsome, yet has no lover at all.

Savannah stayed mute and just stayed there on the floor as Oliver glared holes at her forehead, crouching down for her and gnashing his teeth together. "Had she just stayed where the hell she went too whilst you pretend to be dead would have been much better."

"But nevertheless, that only means more suffering for you."He snarled and then straightening up, he tucked his hands into the front pocket of his expensive jean trousers and turned around, causally walking out of the door like nothing happened.

Madonna who had been following his every steps with her eyes couldn't help nibbling on her bottom lip. Wait, what the hell had just happened?

"Hey Madonna, Can you get me up-" Savannah said through grunts of pains that were currently shooting up her body system, her hand shooting up the air to be grabbed. Madonna having snapped her head towards her, she nodded affirmatively and connected their hands, swiftly lifting her up with it.

Xavier folded his arms across his chest, watching the duo. "If you both are done with whatever it is right there, Savannah, tell us why you didn't only decide to come back home but also brought alongside a stranger."

Savannah took Madonna's hand in her, squeezing it as she thought of the perfect words to mutter. "She's my friend and as from now henceforth, I would like her to start living here."

"But-"Madonna butted in, wriggling her hand out of Savannah's tight hold. No; don't tell her they were at her place, meaning the werewolves world. She has live back at New York but what life was it when she had have to start all over again over there.

"I can see you're the most famous stripper in New York"Xavier's mention snapped her out of any thoughts as she immediately clamped her hands together, a pang of uneasiness causing havoc through her nerves. 

Whilst Xavier couldn't keep his eyes off her and before he could stop himself, he spluttered what would be the perfect to offer. "You can stay under our roof, no issue about that. Just live with us here in this palace"

Geneva immediately pushed himself off the doorway he's been leaned against all this while watching and strolled up to Xavier from behind. "You had better take back that idea, Xavier. No one in hell would she be staying here."

"Let her stay, Geneva. Cause even if you're more concerned about what tantrum Oliver would pull when he gets to know, trust me to have it all sorted out- I'm going to deal with it and with him.

Xavier looked straight at him to see him deep in a hot staredown with her- Madonna. Xavier shifted towards Geneva to persuade him even more but with his face robbed of any sort of emotions and leaving it blanked, he burst his way out of the room in poor annoyance.

"Nice to meet you, New York's stripper."As he mushed, bringing forth his hand for a shake. Though not pleased with the title he was currently addressing her with, nevertheless, she shook hands with him.

She was quick to entangle her hands from his almost as soon as it met but he just laughed and played it off, especially since he could still sense Savannah standing by her side.

With one last glimpse at her, he strode out of the room and Rihanna flinched at the overloud jamming of the door. Just as she was about getting to it to go shut the door, Madonna didn't let her make it halfway before popping up at her front and obstructing her way, a slight look of offense deeply knitted over her face.

"Now, tell me, how are you so sure Nikon wouldn't trace us down here?"Madonna raised a brow, standing at her akimbo.