~Alice’s Point of View~
“Are you out of your damn mind? What happened to all your plans, all your--”
I threw my hand up in her face. I knew I had to let her say her peace but I just couldn’t.
“Mom, life happened okay? I know I always thought one way, had a one track mind in a certain direction. But Troy’s changed all that. He’s absolutely amazing and the best thing that ever happened to me. You’ll see, just give him a chance,” I said, reaching for her arms and holding them.
‘I’d certainly like to hear the story,” dad said, getting out a cigar.
“Well he’s actually Dustin’s roommate and trusted friend. Dustin and I were out hun
~Troy’s Point of View~As part of having to keep a fine balance between several worlds I was more than used to not fitting in. Not feeling like I belonged. But I thought with my mate, the love of my life I’d finally have a forever home. A place where I absolutely fit, where everything would make sense. Where together, we’d be untouchable from anything.Now I had to take each dark hour carefully, treading lightly wondering when Farrell would choose to show himself again. Deciding my life for me … and Alice’s. I had no clue what to expect with Alice’s parents, I’d never met billionaires before. But I had to imagine they would see how happy we were together, they would appreciate that while I wasn’t loaded I could more than provide for her.Hell I was
~Troy’s Point of View~Fuck, I wanted Alice to have a hot moment where I went all alpha male and picked her up in the middle of the party, with everyone staring at us. She seemed to love it and so did the crowd. But nothing in my life is ever that good.“Fuck,” I said, breaking our kiss.I quickly put her down as everyone around us began to scream and run. This wasn’t going to win me any favors with her family.“Get in the house right fucking now,” I yelled, staring at the intruder.Farrell stood on the stage where Mr. Westin had just been.“I object to this union,” he said, into the microphone.
~Alice’s Point of View~ “So mom this is Katie and Henry. Katie and Henry this is Gloria and Tyler,” I said, plastering on my best smile. It had been about a month since the whole episode with Farrell and since we had a week off from school I wanted to have our parents meet. Ordinarily, I’d have been a nervous wreck about it, but after staring down a vampire that wants you dead there’s little left to fear. “Pleased to meet you,” my father said, holding out his hand. Katie pushed past her mate and threw herself at my dad. “I’m a hugger! We hug,” she said, beside herself. Dad lightly patted her back as Henry shook his head. Mom looked nervous and I loved it
~Troy’s Point of View~ “Uhm, are those … wild wolves,” Dough asked, pointing at the dozen animals walking the perimeter. “Oh yeah. That’s my other family,” I said, proudly. While of course I couldn’t verbally speak to them, I made enough motions and things for them to understand a human wedding/mating ritual. They of course knew Alice was my mate now, I’d taken her to meet them a couple times over the last few months. I wanted them to somehow be a part of the wedding but it seemed like they were the security or something. They didn’t feel like they fit in with the humans. I grabbed a few flowers and dashed to one I’d named Star and put a flower behind her ear. If a wolf could blush, she did and
Part Two - Jesse’s Story~Jesse’s Point of View~School was supposed to be my big chance to forge my own path, to get away from my family. Or something like that. But as my grandfather says, “there’s no escaping your destiny.”I refused to believe that. REFUSED. I was not like them, I was not going to use my powers … for evil. By now at 18, I should have my own book of spells, my own book of magic that I worked to perfect. That I would pass down to my own future generations. I couldn’t imagine giving a mere cub this burden. I've barely survived it.My father was the oldest sibling in his family, and naturally that meant when his father was ready to pass over leadership he would have to answer the call
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I walked away from Jesse’s door cold and dejected. Seeing him always made my heart flutter, my wolf would get demanding. Seeing his smile, his body did things to me, things I’d never felt before. Not that I had much sexual experience with males. That was Alice’s department. I didn't know how to flirt, how to be pushy with boys. I wanted to be more aggressive especially with Jesse, but after seeing the perfect girls that were always all over him, I didn't stand a chance. I had small breasts, short mousey hair and was pale as pale could be. None of his floozies were virgins either. I walked home feeling so out of sorts. I needed a shoulder to lean on, I needed my mommy. I pulled out my phone and sat on a bench near my house. RIN
~Jesse’s Point of View~ Jasmine, it penetrated my nose. My tiger stirred, content and pleased. But what was it, what was… My eyes burst open as I took in the room. Clearly not mine. Shit … I never, ever stayed the night with a female. They get the wrong impression and it never ends well. I went to reach for my pounding head but my arm was stuck. I turned see … Miranda. Oh fuck, I slept with Miranda?! How did this happen? *Massive amounts of alcohol, but clearly also months of pent up sexual tension. Fuck she was amazing, best we’ve ever had, and ever will have. She’s the one. I won't let you touch another female ever again and I'll kill anyone who even looks at what's ours,” my tiger said, sure
~Miranda’s Point of View~ I was in complete shock that Jesse offered to come with me to mom’s funeral, but I was beyond elated. I wasn’t sure how he got permission to leave school, and miss class but I didn’t ask. I’d dreamed of bringing him home to meet her, and while this wasn’t anywhere near how I envisioned it, I knew she’d find it funny. She’d be so happy I brought him. Especially after we’d made love. I never imagined it could be like that. How he took his time with me, responded to me. That’s what I dreamed sex would be, should be. Of course getting it rough the night before had been pretty damn awesome too! I guess I always thought I’d get to rave to my mom about my first time, even if some might see that as weird. It was just how close w
~Two Months Later, Ryan’s Point of View~ Recovering from my shift was almost like re-growing my human body. It was painful as hell, it was lengthy. Now this was the second time doing it in a year so it was worse. My demon didn’t want to let go, but he also understood he couldn’t continue in this way. I was finally in the last stages of my shift, my skin still rough and discolored. I was able to tolerate people food again, not requiring blood and raw meat to survive. My voice had returned, and I was confident I could face Sadie now. My Sadie. I wanted to swear this would be the last time I’d have to abandon her for a long while. But that was just something too unknown. The only thing I could contr
~Sadie’s Point of View~ Since nobody wanted to bother the witches to bring this female to Greece, Dough flew her in his private jet. I may have to ask another time if that’s available, I’d always wanted to be able to say I joined the mile high club. *What’s that,* my wolf asked. I smiled in the mirror as I tried to tame my hair while I explained it to her. She didn’t see the big deal, sex was sex regardless of where it happened. I had to roll my eyes. I explained to her about the thrill of it all, the possibility of being caught. She still didn’t care. A wolf in the throws of sex would not care about an audience. Tunnel vision. I heard voices downstairs and my heart practically thumped out of my chest.
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I couldn’t go in the house. I constantly paced in the backyard of the Greco mansion and I was certain that I was making the guards insane. For some reason I felt like Ryan could find me more easily out here. Which really made no sense. “You’re going to walk a hole in my yard,” Luca laughed. He handed me a glass of wine and I accepted it. “I can’t thank you enough for how generous you’ve been with your home and your time,” I said, as we both sat down in front of the pool. “I haven’t always been there for Miranda how I should have. I wasn’t the best husband. Maybe I feel the need to help now with what I can. I understan
~Ryan’s Point of View~ “This is it, whatever the fuck it takes. This shit ends now. Tully will come,” I said, as Jesse helped me up. “Whatever I can do mate. We’re all ready. Dough is staying with the girls,” he said, as I stood. “Let’s get outside,” I added, then he teleported us to the street. Maybe it was the adrenaline, but I had a sudden rush and I began to thrust my demon forward. This was the worst place to do it, a residential area, lots of people around. It had to be done. I knew when this was over, if I made it … I would be so drained I’d be dead to the world for a month. Sadie might hate me. I had to risk it. The night air was sti
~Sadie’s Point of View~ With all the weeks, all the time I had to build up my anger, my rage at Ryan… My desire to strangle him, my desire to tell him off every which way … I thought it would just burst out of me. But it all completely died and left my mind the moment I saw him. My whole body shook and my wolf lost her mind. My Ryan. My whole world. “Ohh!! Oh,” I shouted, running into his room. I covered my sobs as tears fell down my cheeks. He laid in bed and smiled at me, but didn’t get up. I knew he still couldn’t walk too much, or too far. But seeing him like this, it just hit me all at once. I knew why they hadn’t let me visit him, but my imagination was far worse. My Ryan had always been so damn
~Ryan’s Point of View~ I could barely keep my eyes open and if those fuckers gave me one more protein shake I was going to puke. It was like they went to the store and bought one thing and that was all they were giving me. I smelled Tully, but I could hardly see. A big part of me wanted to beg him to end me, I would have welcomed it. But I had to stay alive for her. I just couldn’t give up. Just keep breathing Ryan. Keep your heart beating. The rest will heal, sometime. “Maybe you were really serious,” he said, pissed off. “I generally am. Demons aren’t known for their comedy,” I mumbled, having no clue what he was talking about. “Where the fuck i
~Sadie’s Point of View~ “Talk to me Jesse,” I squealed, as his parents both rushed into the room with wet towels. “He’s being held hostage, I don’t know where exactly. Once I get my strength back I can try teleporting outside maybe. We need help, serious help. I’ll need to gather the coven,” he mumbled as his parents cleaned him up. “What can I do,” I blurted out, to no one in particular. A flurry of activity erupted around me and I was pushed away and into a corner. It was for the best anyhow, there was nothing I could do and I knew it. “Have you got internal injuries,” his mom shouted.
~Ryan’s Point of View~ In all my years, in three lives … one thing I always knew for certain, was that I didn’t control shit. In my first life, I had no parents or no guidance, no sanity. Then once I got mixed up with vamps I truly lost any semblance of what it meant to be me. Be an individual. In my third life I thought that would finally change. Born into money, status… I could finally call the shots. But all that went away when I lost Sadie. When my father brutally let me know he controlled my life, not me. That he controlled who I loved, and stole the very air from my lungs. The reason my black heart beat. When I first lost Sadie I went on a complete bender, ready to just fuck up anyone and everything. I didn’t care who I hurt or what happened to me. I was miserabl
~Sadie’s Point of View~ I could have easily lived the rest of my life and been very happy not to set eyes on this female again. I watched Mrs. Whitmarsh as she laughed with Troy. He had been apparently posing as a tourist male who was interested in her, and since she was also a telepath she wouldn’t be able to read his thoughts. There was no point in me trying to control my mind around her, I wouldn’t be able to. She was likely the only person who could tell me the truth. Tell me what the hell really happened between her husband and my parents. I was prepared to torture this bitch to death if she didn’t give me some damn answers! I looked at my hand gripping the glass on the table to the point where it was ready to break. I quickly let it go and felt a warm hand