Farren's Point of ViewWaking up early had always been my worst nightmare. Until I had endured a true nightmare last night. It shook me to my core. Ripped out a piece of my chest I was unsure whether I would be able to fill it again. Because it involved a faceless man lurking in the shadows. Watched me whilst I tried to sleep. Stroked my hair whilst I moaned for him to get away.That's what happened when Camilo entered my room last night. Left a hand print on my soul that I would never be able to wash off. I felt dirty. Disgusted. Tainted in a way I had never experienced before. Because he had broken into my room last night. Acted as if it was the most normal thing on earth.It wasn't. I had hid my trembling. Shoved my fear so far down I nearly choked on it. But the moment he left, I felt a small sense of relief. Until I had to sleep. The thought of him coming back. Of watching me. It sent shivers down my spine.There was an undeniable danger surrounding the mafia boss. A threat that
Farren’s Point of ViewThere it was again. That cursed word. Hanging from his lips as his mother whipped her head back to me. Took me in, as if seeing me for the first time. I felt my mouth open slightly. Let my teeth shine through. Because I had nothing positive to say back to him. Fear turned to acid in my mouth. Dried up the last reserves of spit I had.Honestly, I wanted to scream at him to run. That I had a mate, whom I hadn’t accepted yet, but that was beside the point. Camilo wouldn’t hesitate to murder the man in front of me. Kill him in his bed and move over to his mother. Slit her throat. Most likely drink her blood. Because I was the mate of a mafia boss. But I was also the mate of one of the most handsome men I had ever seen.But it was his mother’s expectant eyes that froze me in place. Instead of running, I smiled down at her. Swallowed hard before looking back at her son. Who was also staring expectantly at me. Noticed a slight twinge in my face. "I'm Rafael." The man
Farren's Point of View I knew something was wrong the moment we drove into the estate. My mother stood on the porch. Foot tapping. Eyes narrowed in slits. Arms crossed over her chest. Benicio stood a ways behind her. He refused to look anywhere but at the car. Yes, something was definitely wrong. When I came back from my years-long trip, as they had put it later on, no one had come out to greet me. I had to get out and find them one by one. The house had been foreign and strange. But they had remained in their designated spots. Refused to come to greet me at the door when they knew I was coming. "What did you do now?" Louisa asked with an exasperated sigh. I glared at her but slid out of the car. The lingering fear from my stalker had vanished. Dulled into a smooth rock that sank to the bottom of my stomach. Seeing them out on the porch, there was a different kind of fear. Had Priamos passed? Or Nerezza? Or any one of her mates? The thought was stifling. Brought new heights to my
Camilo's Point of ViewGetting back inside the mansion without anyone spotting me took more out of me than I had thought. If someone saw me, they would tell mama in a heartbeat. Sometimes I wondered who truly ran this operation. The woman was formidable. Strong-willed. The best mother on this side of the planet. But she was also nosey. Judgemental. Strict. And sometimes I wondered if she still saw me as a child to be scolded. That's why I snuck out. Snuck back in. Tried not to make a single sound as I walked down the hallway.Some part of me got angry at the fact that my men didn't notice me enter. If I could move about so easily, their don, then who was to say someone else couldn't? At least my secret for the night was safe. I wasn't in the mood to explain to my mother why I had gone out. Or wanted to tell her that I had found my mate. That conversation would go over difficult.Reaching the top of the stairs, I took in a breath. Steadied my hand on my knees. I might have been the bo
Farren's Point of ViewSteam billowed out of the shower as I stepped out. Trailed behind me when I walked to the mirror above the basin. There was something rather soothing to having scalding water hit you with force. Massage away some of the lingering tension. But it couldn't wash away the dread I had for the rest of my stay here.It was no secret that my mother had cancer. That she refused treatment. We kept it quiet, though. Acted as if nothing was out of place. At night, I would bring her food when the servants weren't there. Hurry a bowl to her when she wanted to throw up.Cancer was a horrid thing. Even more so to wolves, seeing as we healed much faster than humans. Our bodies would cave in sooner than humans' as well. Blame our genetics. A blight on our race. I was here to help my mother. The last thing I could do for the woman who had given birth to me. Nerezza had been more of a mother than Elizabeth ever had. When my father left her, she never quite recovered. Or so Priamos
Farren's Point of View My mother had glared at me when I had come down the stairs. She had been waiting with Benicio and Louisa. Leon stood more to the back. Had his arms crossed over his chest. Glared silently at Camilo walking behind me. He looked less menacing than my mother or brother. But still not pleased that his baby sister was going with his boss somewhere. For all they knew, I could be kidnapped and murdered. Louisa was the first to speak up. Made her voice heard when no one asked for her opinion. "I don't think this is right, Benicio. She should stay home and tend to her mother for us. That's why we called for her. Not to run around with," her eyes swept up Camilo's body as she sneered. "Him." "If you simply called her to tend to your mother, why not just hire someone qualified to look after her. I pay you more than enough to sustain it, Benicio. But if money is the issue, let me increase your salary. I only want to help my dear mate." Camilo said from behind me. Glanci
Farren's Point of View My lungs squeezed out every bit of air I had inside of them. The pit in my stomach grew into a black hole. This was what nightmares were made of. Without thinking, I let go of his hand. Leaned a bit back so as to not be any closer to him than necessary. This was the worst possible outcome of all. Camilo found out about Rafael before I had gotten the chance to flee. From the look in his eyes, I knew what he had in mind wasn't pretty. Or acceptable anywhere else but in Lupitum. "How did you find out?" I breathed. I could feel my eyes widen. Hands tremble on my lap. The moment we had had before this was shattered. Gone with the wind. There was no getting it back and the minuscule amount of honesty he had given me was shattered. Camilo smirked. Tossed a grape into his mouth with one easy movement. Swallowed it down after chewing a few times. This was the man who controlled this city. The man who could have people vanish in the middle of the night. And I had cros
Farren's Point of View"Benicio!" I screamed as I threw open the doors to the Amador mansion. Camilo was behind me. Trailed in lazily with his hands in his pockets. I had ended the picnic when he had tried to play his mind games. Demanded he took me home. Like a gentleman, he had, which was very out of character. Or so I assumed. Camilo looked like the type of man to take what he wanted and never apologize for it. If he had wanted to keep me there against my will, he would have.Flying to my left, I stormed into the break room. Their den of sin. All eyes turned to me. Camilo followed silent but observing. There was no doubt in my mind that he was smirking whilst walking. Took in the room of men and thought to himself how powerful he was. How much control he had over all these lives.I didn't care. Trudged through the mess of men who gawked freely at me. "Benicio, I know you are here! Come out!" I screamed again and rounded a poker table. Men stopped throwing their cards out. Turned t