Maverick's Point of View
He had the audacity to call again. I knew it was coming, seeing as everyone had seen Alvara enter. Kiss Ciaran so passionately that the room took in a collective breath. Even if it was just a warning to whomever might want to touch her, Eugene would see it as an excuse to start a war. Anything to gain more power. More wealth. Lover's Quarrel was the perfect example that Half-Moon would do anything to gain whatever they wanted. Like father like son, it seemed.
Like clockwork, the phone call came. Dargan had run for Ozias. Ciaran had growled in displeasure. Every interaction with that failure of a man left us on edge. Declaring open war on us was one thing but involving the Royal family was another.
After Ciaran's little stunt last night, the Royal family wouldn't hesitate in helping Half-Moon. Our wealth and power was extensive within this continent and steadily growing across the world. We were a threat and any
Dargan's Point of View Clouds had gathered across the sky. Rain threatened, dark grey clouds coming ever closer to the house. Maybe it was a sign that what we had discussed with Eugene yesterday wasn't right. Alvara had rushed into agreeing to meet him without thinking. But I could understand why. She needed closure. An end to her suffering. He had done horrendous things to her over the years and if this was all she wanted in return, we would happily give it to her. Maverick had his hands full trying to anticipate every move and counter move the brutal Alpha would make. No threat was too small. But we had a secret weapon. Ciaran had clawed his way through life up until now. Violence was born into him. Fighting for survival was instinct. Fighting for his mate was his purpose. The Alpha everyone now knew as merciful was just what he showed on the surface. We all had tainted pasts. Parts of my soul would never fully heal from wh
Alvara's Point of View My body was on fire. Screeching from where he touched me. Every nerve stood on end as our tongues danced together. Rain slipped down my body, drenching the heat of my skin. Dargan was here. He would kill for me. Die for me if need be. The thought was perplexing but woefully enticing. There was a thrumming inside my chest. Like my heart would beat straight through my ribs and shatter into the air. His hand tugged at the back of my head, forcing me into submission. I wanted all of him. Especially the hard cock he so carelessly shoved against me. I moaned when he bit my lip again. Digging my nails into his back, Dargan growled lowly. Pleasure jolted to my groin. Fuck want, I needed him closer. Sensing my urgency and change in pace, Dargan lifted me by my ass. My legs wrapped around his stomach. Only one hand kept me in the air. One arm. And I knew I wasn't the smallest, yet Dargan didn't slow or falter.
He was coming today. Mother had already left, knowing the fallout would be tremendous between them. The house had to be perfect. Freshly cut flowers in vases, tulips to symbolize unconditional love. Lavender incense burning in almost every room to calm his mind. Every dish he had ever liked waiting in the dining room. Servants kept themselves scarce. Good. Father shouldn't be burdened by the lesser wolves around him. Today was just our day. The door bell rang and I could hear a maid head towards it. Fire heated my blood. "No, no! I'll get it." I chimed and jumped towards the door. The maid recoiled at my sudden appearance and I smiled. They were terrified of me. No matter how many times mother had scolded me on being more polite, I couldn't force myself to be. After all, I was their superior. Smoothing down my hair a last time, I clicked the door open. My heart raced within my chest. How long had it been since I last saw him? Months? Mother was terrib
Ciaran's Point of View Cinnamon wafted through the air when I entered the kitchen. Alvara stood in front of one of the counters, whisk in hand. Something was baking in the oven. Dargan sat at the far edge of the counter. Neither looked at the other, both with red streaks across their faces. My meetings for the day had concluded earlier than I had anticipated. Maverick was still gone. Same with Ozias. Although I knew the Beta was just trying to stay away from Alvara. The bombshell had ruffled some feathers and Ozias couldn't handle verbal confrontation all that well when it was with people he loved. Tension floated through the air. Propping myself up on an elbow in the door, I cleared my throat. Alvara's head shot to me, her mouth forming a small O. Dargan glanced towards me, then averted his gaze. Something had definitely happened between the two. I couldn't tell if his scent was all over her or if it just surrounded the kitchen.
Alvara's Point of View I had admitted it. Told her he was my mate. Dargan's eyes had bulged from his head. In the moment, I couldn't care less. She needed to know her place and it wasn't with my mate. Any of them for that matter. Yet he had still gone with her. Slammed the door of his office shut so that they couldn't be heard. My jaw had clenched in anger. We had shared a moment, even if it was brief. Out of them all, he was the biggest mystery to me. A puzzle I couldn't fully solve. She had come in here and just demanded his presence. For a moment I thought he would refuse but he had given in to her. Whatever was between them, it had to fucking end. Right here and right fucking now. "Alvara, if you grip that spatula any harder, it might break." Dargan whispered and came closer to me. I flinched from his out stretched hand. Snapping myself back down to earth, I spun on him. "So what? All your money and you can't buy
Alvara's Point of View Dreams played on the back of my eyelids. No more nightmares or cold sweats in the middle of the night. Although the fight with Ciaran still made my stomach sick. We had tried clearing the air but it was too late. Damage was done and we were both overly emotional to continue speaking. Leaving things so up in the air felt wrong. Corrupted. We would have another go at speaking another time. A soft creak at my door had my eyes cracking open an inch. Footsteps thrummed across my room. There was a small squeal before a body collided on top of mine. The air rushed from my chest, smile spreading across my lips. Only one person would come into my room without warning. Giggling, Teagan tickled my sides. Laughter came from my chest in short bursts and I doubled over on myself. Her fingers found my sides. I groaned and laughed, bending over backwards to try and get her away from my most vulnerable spots. "I
Maverick's Point of View Harland and I looked like Christmas trees. Alvara's parcels were my ornaments. Teagan's were Harland's. The girls would never stop talking. Or spending. How Ozias never had a heart attack after seeing so much money gone from his account, I would never know. On the contrary, he adored seeing Alvara in her new outfits. Smelled her new perfumes. Heard the click on the tiles from her new shoes. By now, her room would have been a mess, but Ciaran had taken care of it. The maids now had an extra room to pack her things away in. Retail therapy wasn't cheap, yet the look on Alvara's face was worth it. Gone were the worry lines. Scowls. Glares. Timid nods and looking down at her shoes. Instead, she beamed at me, light shining from her smile. The glow had returned to her face as she spoke with Teagan. Harland and I trailed behind them to the car. They wanted to go go-karting. First, they needed to pack away the
Maverick's Point of View She was fast. Impressively so. Alvara's smiles grew inch for inch the more we drove the route. She was learning. Adapting. Every so often she would glance behind her at me. Those bedroom eyes would show and I would nearly collide with the side. I stayed behind her, just in case something happened. But nothing did. Her corners were tight, never spinning out into the tires alongside the walls. Unlike Teagan. Harland had his hands full with her. Between her whoops and snarky remarks at her mate, Harland all but floored it to the finish line. Determination came running down his face in the form of sweat. Whether he intended to beat her to the finish line or not wasn't the question. The real question was, how did he make it out alive afterwards? "Last round!" The speakers crackled the kiosk worker's voice. Alvara seemed to take this as a personal challenge. Ducking her head down, she stepped down on the pe