Almara I rode in the ambulance with Arthur, trying to regain my wits. I honestly have no idea what had happened. One second, my hand was in Arthur’s and it felt like old times. The way he had been looking at me had stirred something in my chest. I had thought that maybe I had made a mistake.And then that car had come out of nowhere, heading straight for me. If Arthur hadn’t pushed me out of the way, it would have hit me head on. There’s no way I would have survived it.I clasped Arthur’s hand in mine, careful to ke
For the first week, the doctors kept Arthur in a medically induced coma so that he could heal. I never left his bedside. Visitors came and went, but I didn't. I practically lived in the hospital. I wanted to be there whenever he woke up.Today was the day that the doctors took the IV out of his arm. Arthur could wake up at any point. The doctors had said it was basically up to him. They couldn’t really determine when he would wake up, just that he would eventually do so.I had freshened up in the bathroom and was sitting by his side, waiting. Exhaustion was pulling at me so I laid my head down on his bed, closing my eyes. I must have drifted off to
Arthur After two weeks of being looked after by Almara, Arthur felt as good as new. Better than new, actually. Almara's attention was the best kind of medicine. He was tempted to feign his injuries for longer just so he could have her continue to play nursemaid. Maybe he would even buy her a nurse's costume. The thought alone turned him hard. It has been too long since he had last had a taste and he was positively starving. lmara had made it clear that there would be no sex until the doctor okayed it. Arthr frowned. He couldn't have his cake and eat it too. It was the promise of sex that finally had Arthur up and moving around. They would be visiting the doctor later in the day and he would give the okay. Arthur was sure of that, but there was something important he had to take care of sooner rather than later. He gathered his things and called for his driver directly. He didn't want anyone to know where he was going. This had to be dealt with as quietly as possible. There
Sofia Sofia was an utter mess. The entire operation had gone down the drain. She should have never trusted Dana. That bitch almost ruined everything. Sofia still couldn’t believe that they had hurt Arthur.She hadn’t been able to eat or sleep much since the whole thing. She jumped at shadows, waiting for someone to grab her, to bring her to justice. Sofia hadn’t heard anything about a suspect in the case, but she felt like it was just a matter of time.Sofia looked into the mirror of her vanity for the first time in weeks. She almost threw up at the sight. Her hair was a rat’s nest, there were dark circles under her usually bright blue eyes, and her skin looked sallow. Guilt was one hell of a drug.She didn’t know how much longer she could take this. She felt like she was barely living at this point. Especially after what her contact at the hospital had told her.When Sofia had heard that Arthur was going to be okay, despite his very serious injuries, the relief had brought her to he
Almara Arthur had called me into his office, but I wasn’t sure why yet. He wouldn’t tell me. He just sat behind his desk, drumming his fingers on the wood. The persistent tap, tap, tap was grating on my nerves. My second trimester pregnancy hormones were not playing nice. You could distract him, Lily suggested, her voice a downright purr. I didn’t have to wonder what Lily meant by ‘distract him.’ It’s not like I hadn’t thought about it. The pregnancy hormones were pretty demanding in that department as well. But even after all the times that we had been together, I had never once initiated anything. I had always let Arthur lead and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Especially when Arthur seemed so tense. Just start unbuttoning his pants. He’ll get the message, Lily said and I had to suppress a giggle. I could imagine the look on his face, the taste of his skin, the feel of his hard length as I covered it with my mouth. It was enough to completely drench my panties. I took
Roman When word reached Roman about Sofia's imprisonment, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. He never thought that she would have the stomach for that kind thing. Sure, they had conspired to kill Almara together, but he would have been the executioner.Sofia did not like to get her hands dirty. He was positive that Sofia hadn't worked alone. Someone had taken advantage of her, most likely. Even knowing that, Roman would never be able to forgive her. She had almost killed his grandchild.His son may have had a reputation fo
Almara Today was going to be such a good day. Arthur had taken the day off and he had promised that we would spend the day together. We hadn't had much time to do anything together other than the few weeks that I had taken care of him, but that didn't count. We had never left the house other than to go see the doctor.It seemed wild that it would literally be our second date with everything that we'd gone through, but I guess our relationship had been completely unconventional so far. It didn't feel that weird. But I still wanted to make a big deal out of it. I want to dress up and pretend that the accident nev
Arthur Arthur was a married man now. And he was going to be a father. He couldn’t believe his dreams had come true. The Moon Goddess must have truly blessed him. That was the only thing that could explain everything that had happened.It was a complete miracle that he and Almara had stumbled into one another on that cruise ship. His grandmother may have been the one to nudge her in that direction, but there was no way she could have orchestrated the night that they met. Or that Almara’s dickhead of a boyfriend would spend all of her money.
Almara’s Pov5 Years Later“Cheers,” Arthur sys clinking his mixed drink of vodka and lemonade with my non-alcoholic lemonade. I’m pregnant, again. This pregnancy is completely different than my first two, I actually get to relax. Which is exactly what we’re doing in the manicured garden of our backyard.We sit stretched out on zero-gravity pool chairs, sweat
Almara’s PovAfter a much-needed week of rest and restoration, Arthur and I are back on the vampire territory. I suppose that it can officially be called that again now that it has been reclaimed.My body healed magnificently after months of not only growing another being, but also fighting a war. It’s amazing what good rest and proper nutrition can do. Of course, the real healing ingredient came from the sacrificial love of my wonderful husband.Even though he suffered his own inju
Almara’s PovFinally, after several journeys back and forth from our homeland to the enemies we come to the final steps. We saw plenty of wolves making their expedition back home and there was a unspoken agreement that what everyone needs right now is peace.Thankfully, no one came up to us with questions, grief, or comments. It’s like we have this new kinship with the gammas in our world that we didn’t before. We seem to understand each other, or at least truly see one another.
Almara’s PovOn the way home we make a pitstop to a very special place. “Why are we seeing more dead bodies?” Grace asks, her tone telling me we are nearing a full-blown tantrum.“This body belongs to someone very important in our family,” I tell her calmly and hike her up on my hip. I’m not sure if my words got through to her, or maybe it’s her father's serenity as we ascend up one final hill to where Bess lays.Bess’s gravestone is set apart fro
Almara’s PovWith the vortex closed off and gone, the air becomes breathable again and the storm lessens. Still, my paws squelch in the wet terrain.Unfortunately, as I look around at the battlefield and see the piles of bodies slumped over one another, I think it’s more than just mud causing the stickiness.I try not to look down at the innocent blood shed on the ground. As I take careful consideration to step over and around the bodies, I tell myself they chose to come out and hel
Almara’s PovCathy and I weave through the castle, barely missing rubble crumbling off from the stony walls. We leap over counters, using everything we have in us to catapult ourselves past knocked over statues of gargoyles and shredded velvet furniture.“Catch!” Cathy calls out and reflexively I snatch a jagged shard of ceramic in my hand. I recognize it from a broken pot on the ground. Then out of the corner of my eye I see something else flying at me, though I don’t catch it this time, I duck.
Almara’s PovI’ve never seen Cathy look more confident and proud than she does at this moment. She stands tall, cuts strewn across her body, but they only add to her tough exterior. She’s covered in her enemy’s blood and she has a thrilling look in her eyes.“Have you seen Arthur?” I ask cutting to the chase. Cathy nods back towards tall white cabinet doors. I turn back to look at my mother who nods in confirmation. I rush over to the door and throw it open.
Almara’s PovI awake to a familiar beeping sound. It’s faint at first, like a distant call from far away until it’s suddenly blaring in my ears. My eyes shoot open and the blood in my body rushes to the important organs and I sit up with a jolt.“Where’s Grace?” I ask before I can make out anything else. “Arthur? Robbie?” I call out, hoping the sound of my distressed voice will cause Robbie to cry back.“Shhh,” a gentle voice says with
Almara’s PovArthur flings open the door, this time it breaks off the hinges. I guess there’s no changing our mind now. I keep Robbie wrapped up in both my arms and under my shirt.Arthur uses his body to guard mine, outstretching his arms and a puffed-out chest as he keeps his eyes zeroed in on every moving body around us all while moving us forward and falling in exact pace with each of my steps.We fight through sideways rain and vicious winds, it dawns on me that this storm isn&