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.
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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
Ciaran's Point of View We barely had two days to prepare for his arrival. Two days in which I knew my mind would wander in every direction possible. Going into open war with Half-Moon would entice the royals to finally show face. They had never kept it secret that they pined for Eiecrunt's vast resources. A little rogue had built himself up in a small time frame. Somehow, they perceived it as a threat. Making us an A-class pack was just their way of enticing other packs to attack us. Dwindle down our man power so that they could swoop in and secure everything for themselves. What made this worse was knowing why we were going to war. Alvara. Eugene had gotten the biggest piece of the pie for years now. He had secured himself the only living member of the Lover's Quarrel Alpha bloodline. The only person who could inherit the wealth of those fucking diamond mines. With her out of the way, the only person who could take those min
Ozias' Point of View Ciaran had crossed a line. Expecting Alvara to be anything like Savanah was outrageous. They might have been twins but they were still individual people. Lead extremely different lives. Savanah had know about Alvara her entire life. Never had someone coerce her into mating with them. Wasn't a bargaining chip for money. Savanah was never physically abused by someone she loved. All of these things changed people. For better or for worse. In Alvara's case, it had made her stronger. She had found a back bone and fire. Savanah had a flicker of the same fire but was more soft hearted. At the end of the day, they were both unique in their own right. Strong in their own capacities. Tears rolled down Alvara's cheeks, dampening my chest in the process. Every now and again, she gulped down breath. Not once did I hear a sound from her, other than her breathing. Her form shook with sadness. All I could do was witness her pain
Ciaran's Point of View She was my mate. Living not dead. And I wanted to keep it that way. Getting revenge on Eugene wasn't my priority. Making sure he could never harm her again was. Even if she wished to speak with him. Even if she still loved him. Keeping him alive was a bad decision. One she would regret later on. Speeding through the house, I ended up in my office. Books lined the right side of the room. One couch sat in front of the shelves. Her couch. She would sit there for hours, reading me the books she and Ozias were discussing that week. When the same tired position grew uncomfortable, she would prop her legs up on the back rest, head dangling to the floor. Hours would pass with her just reading me the most interesting tales. Origins of Snow White. How the Han dynasty ended. The greatest king of Egypt. She would get lost in their worlds. I would get lost in mine. When the moon was high, she would sit upright once more. A
Alvara's Point of View The lake was breathtaking. With the moon high in the sky and the stars glittering behind it. Slices of light danced atop the water, a cool breeze creating small waves lapping at the shore. Peddles traced the outline of the water. Smoothed and rounded with time. This was an untouched place. Somewhere you came when the world got too overwhelming. I stole a glance back at Ozias. He was watching me keenly. How many times had he escaped here before? Had they brought Savanah here when her mind was troubled? Thinking of my sister now was a tragedy. Nothing else resonated inside me except for jealousy. She had Ciaran wrapped around her finger and she was deceased. Made Maverick sad every time he spoke of her. I knew about the X-Box Dargan had that was solely hers. She had this wonderful life before me. It made me a horrible person to think such things when she was dead and I was now here. I swallowed down my fe
Ozias' Point of View Her eyes had glittered in the moonlight. Devils danced within her smile. I could feel her nipples stiffen between us. Hear how her small moans rippled across her throat as my tongue danced lower down her neck. Fluently, I grabbed her ass and wrapped her legs around me. The tip of my cock brushed her inner thigh and Alvara gasped. Finger nails broke the skin on my back, letting small droplets of blood mix in with the water. Hitching her up on my stomach, I lowered my mouth over her nipple. Alvara arched her breasts into my mouth. Slow circles toyed over the hardened peaks. Slithering her hands up, she folded her fingers into my hair and tugged at the strands. Circles became sucking. Low moans rushed through her lips. Her cunt grinded into my stomach, urging for more. Without breaking my pace, I walked out of the lake. Water rippled around us. Alvara leaned her mouth to my ear and nibbled the lobe. Lust swarmed my
Dargan's Point of View Ciaran was already waiting for us with breakfast. He never cooked. Except when he felt like an asshole. Last night's screaming match still rang fresh inside my ears. Unlike Maverick, I hated conflict reminded me too much of my parents when the liquor ran out. Maverick had joined in on the fuss. I refused to pay it any attention. Add in the looming meeting with Eugene and you had a recipe for disaster within my mind. Alvara came first but Ozias had taken care of her for the evening. Showing her the lake was a wise choice. It was serene. Peaceful. Hopefully he had calmed her down. Spoken to her about how Ciaran acted out when he was put under pressure. "Good morning." Maverick chirped at Ciaran. The Alpha waved a spatula at us, continuing with his eggs. There was another reason why he didn't always cook. His food wasn't un-edible. Just not culinary masterpieces. He had grown up in a house that believed men weren'