Farren's Point of ViewWe made it all the way to the living room of the Amador house before my stomach turned again. Flipped in on itself. Isabelle ran to the kitchen to fetch a bowl whilst I battled to get my stomach under control. The girl was helpful until I spewed some more. The moment yellow bile hit the bowl, she was no longer a willing participant in helping me. Instead, her nose curled up and she gagged. Gripped the armrest of the three-seater until I was sure the wood might splinter beneath the cushion. "I think," she paused only to gag again. The bowl in my lap was almost to the brim and there was no sign of me stopping anytime soon. "I think I am going to get my mother for you." She finished with a shaky breath at the end. I nodded and resumed my position over the bowl.Moments later, the queen of the house arrived. Her hair was also pulled back from her face. Diamonds in her ears. And then my world turned yellow again as I vomited up some more bile. Isa had stayed closer
Camilo's Point of View"I am heading home now and I swear if they aren't there, I am going to commit murder," I growled.There was a crackle on the other side of the line. A pause. "We are heading over as well. Everyone is done here and the greenies are cleaning up." Alejandro sounded rather out of breath by the end of the sentence. Ready to collapse. If today had been like the other four, he must be bone tired. People had that effect on him. Had that effect on almost all of us."Good. I'll meet you at the front door then. I'm not that far off." Stepping down on the accelerator, I felt my back pressing into the seat. My mother had taken Farren to the doctor. Claimed she was sick. But it should have been one of us to take her. Care for her. Not my mother and sister. Something bent inside of me. Threatened to break.We needed to make this work. Settle our differences. I needed to show Farren that this was for life. That she meant the world to me. And then some. I wanted to give her ev
Farren's Point of View6 Months Later"Are you sure you want to attend? The twins are so close to being born and I don't want anything to happen to you or them." Isabelle was whining from my bed. She hung upside down. Glared at me whilst I was preparing my makeup.Not that it was easy. On the contrary, I hated doing it now. My stomach was too large for me to sit comfortably. The mirror was too far away and eyeliner needed to be applied close up. I would stand but bending forward meant my center of gravity was no longer in the right place. Throw that in with the fact that my bladder emptied itself nearly every hour and you had one pissed-off woman."I am fine, Isa. It is the grand opening of the Torrez Trust Project. I need to be there. You know how much time and money I spent on this. If it makes you feel any better, just come along." I whined. My liner was crooked. The wing was too large which made my eyes look strange. Cursing, I threw the liner down and grabbed some wipes. All of
To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be. It will be my master piece out of the series and the most detailed. All questions surrounding the lore and why some women get more than one mate whilst others only one will be answered in there. I hope to see you soon! All of my love and appreciation, Alexandria.
Farren’s Point of ViewLupitum was nothing like Makatza. The streets were horrible, even the main ones. Litter everywhere. Potholes in the road. People standing and begging at every street corner. I was shocked to see the home I had once longed for become nothing more than a sinkhole of crime. And to make matters worse, my brothers worked for the people who had deteriorated this place.But I was back and that counted for something. After years of not seeing this place, my heart ached at the familiar buildings. The somewhat familiar faces. Although, the smell was off and so were the sights just past my happy memories.Gone were the days when Lupitum rivaled Makatza as the best werewolf city in the world. Gone were the days of peace and prosperity for these people. Each person I passed had a hollowed-out look. No joy in their eyes.When I ran into a street boy, barely age ten, I couldn’t take the pounding in my chest anymore. Mom had sent me to take food to Benicio and Leon, the brother
Farren’s Point of ViewHe was utterly handsome. To the point where I no longer knew if I was in a sinners den or if I had been moved to a photoshoot. His hair fell perfectly across his forehead. Straight teeth gleamed in the light. That smile. Goddess. That smile of his. Curled up on one side. Straight on the other. As if he knew the world’s secrets and wouldn’t tell a soul.“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to drop in and intrude.” I fumbled out, trying to get a grip on my reeling mind. The handsome man smiled more. This time, both corners of his mouth curled up. He was pleased. Hopefully satisfied with the way I looked.Extending a hand, I took it, grateful for the help. The sparks that ran the length of his hand and into my own were a thrill I had no idea would be so intoxicating. Although, my knees barked at me when I finally stood.“No worries. If I had known I would find someone of such importance today, I would have dressed up a bit more.” He joked.I smiled sheepishly back and brushed
Farren’s Point of ViewThe room went from a loud mess to deathly silence the moment I walked in. All eyes turned towards me. Looked me up and down several times. I didn’t miss the lustful smiles. Or the way some men moved themselves inside their pants.Camilo hadn’t been completely honest with what this room was. Breakroom, my ass. This was a gambling den filled with vipers. Pool tables. Roulette tables. Dartboards. Even beer pong tables. This was the playground of the dark man. A forbidden place, clearly, for any woman. Because even the bartender was male.Weaving my way through the crowd felt like playing cat and mouse with lions. The room was much larger than I had first thought. Went on and on. As I passed, some men made deranged comments. One man even groped my butt when I slipped by him.The only table to continue chattering was the table with my brothers. None of them realized I had come in. Damn, even their friends hadn’t looked up to notice me. As if, to them, women were invi
Farren's Point of View Everything looked different from the vantage point of a car. The buildings seemed to lean away from us. The people as well. Although, the Amador family crest flattened itself against the side of the car. Maybe that was why the people tended to lean and look away. They wanted to live in peace, and our presence blew them in every direction except ours. It was a sorrowful sight. To know that I was now part of the reason these people hurried inside and shut their doors. Stopped whatever they had to do and fled. But my brother was driving and I couldn't yell at him to stop. Place a few dollars in their hands and tell them to spoil themselves a bit. That I was sorry for causing so much unrest in their lives. Camilo had sauntered off the moment he realized he was unwelcome. Smiled at my brother and walked away with his hands in his pockets. As if nothing in the world could keep him from me. Not even my own reluctance. Benicio had bristled but our conversation was ove