~Alice’s Point of View~
“He’s gay,” I yelled into the mirror, beside myself.
I had absolutely not gotten any sort of vibe like that from him. He wasn’t a snappy dresser, he didn’t talk funny, he didn’t dance or anything crazy. There’s no way in hell this could be right!
I had been avoiding him like the plague for days, trying to convince myself that whatever my body was saying was stupid and if I could just stay away from him it would all get better. Well it fucking hadn’t! I needed a fix, I needed him close to me and if I didn’t get it I felt like I would actually explode.
I thought maybe he was avoiding me too, but now I see he was just going
~Troy’s Point of View~The weekends were always the time to catch up on things at the farm. But now that I had school, time was awfully tight. My mom had been hard at work making baked goods and I dropped them off at the local market, then picked up the check from last week’s deliveries.“You did real good this week son, I can even take some more if you got it. People love your veggies and especially the cheeses and butter. I had two families pre-order a half cow if you could have it to the butcher by mid-week,” the grocer said.“I’d love to increase things, I’ll see what I can do,” I said, grinning.“Good, I done sold out on Thursday. I’ll take
~Alice’s Point of View~“Men are all pigs! Worthless stupid pig faced poop faced … shitheads,” I screamed at Miranda as we walked home.Here I was doing the walk of shame across campus on a Saturday morning with nothing to show for it. If he's really not gay then why the hell didn’t he put the moves on me?? Hundreds of males would kill to get in my panties!“Tell me how you really feel,” she giggled.I stopped abruptly and faced her.“Did you sleep with that shifter last night? What is he? Some kind of cat,” I huffed.If she got laid and I didn
~Troy’s Point of View~ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ I’d held dozens of baby farm animals and watched them come into the world. I’d even helped animals birth in the wild. But little could prepare me for Alice shifting in my arms. It seemed painful for her and I hated that, didn’t she shift on a regular basis? I knew she was at least a year older than me, by now it should be as easy as breathing. I watched curiously as her bones moved and her skin contorted, her white fur giving way to her tanned skin, a little red and blotchy from the shift. Her face finally formed and her features appeared, she blinked rapidly, taking me in. “Hi,” was all I could think to say. Her arms and legs finally finis
~Alice’s Point of View~ One week. That’s how long it had been. One week since he touched me, kissed me. Since his big hands roamed my body and he made me feel like an absolute goddess. I’d never been more hot and bothered, more turned on in my entire life. I’d never felt more alive. One week since he accused me of being a whore. I didn’t know how to process that since it seemed he had a point. I’d probably slept with a dozen guys over the summer, and hadn’t thought twice about it. But none of them had been Troy. None of them made me feel so damn crazy. None of them felt like he did, made me love him and hate him all at once. Is that why he wouldn’t seal the deal and have actual sex with me? He wa
~Troy’s Point of View~I’d gotten so busy helping my mom in the kitchen I lost track of time. I quickly loaded up the truck so my dad could make the daily delivery and bolted outside to fly back for class.My feet hit the grass and I went to step forward but her scent hit me. The scent I’d dreamed about for over a week, and wasn’t sure I’d ever get to enjoy again. I looked up to see Alice staring at me, clearly stunned by what she’d just witnessed. Fuck. How would I explain this away?The simple answer was? I couldn’t.Once I realized my face must have looked like a kid caught in the cookie jar, I fixed it and began to walk.
~Alice’s Point of View~“Where are you going dressed like that? Are you gonna shift? Ohh I wanna come,” Miranda said, clapping her hands.“I have a date,” I said, dismissing her.“Oh? I’m super jelly. Jesse obviously likes me, I mean I think he does. But he’s just so secretive sometimes and while I’ve begged to see his tiger he won’t do it,” she said, looking pitiful.I didn’t have time for this, I had my own problems.*Stop it! She’s your friend and she’s upset, console her,* my wolf whined.Without a w
~Troy’s Point of View~“I have to do what you seemingly can’t,” he said, his eyes glaring at me as we wrestled.“You will not fucking touch her!! I’m not you,” I yelled, not sure I even believed my own words.I had to do anything I could to buy time, to let her get to safety. Ryan had been right, this was a big fucking mistake.I don’t get to have it all.Not me.We continued to throw each other around and once I finally didn’t sense her anymore I stood back. It didn’t matter. He had her scent now, he could easily find her, dra
~Alice’s Point of View~“Did you even hear what I said,” mom yelled.“Of course I heard, you’re yelling,” I hollered back.“What on earth has gotten into you young lady,” she said, irritated.Oh I don’t know, the fact that it’s been a month since I’ve seen the male I’m hopelessly in love with, one that you would never approve of or even care to meet.The fact that he’s half vampire and his life is more fucked up than I could probably ever imagine. The fact that I don’t care and I still desperately miss him anyhow. I’d practically give anything to see him, touch h
~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