Alvara's Point of View
That was twice in two days that I had been cornered by one of them. Been turned on by one of them. My head told me I was every bad word in the book. My heart told me I was on to something, whilst the wetness between my legs simply urged me forward.
As promised, we had had breakfast and a small stroll in the park. Not more, not less. Eugene would have a fit if we had stayed together longer, but a part of me wanted to scoff at him and throw the middle finger. There was a difference between truly submitting to someone and pretending that you did. Eugene had never earned my submission, but I would gladly bow before Ciaran and Maverick. Even Ozias. Somehow they had noticed me in a way few others had. Very few. Blessing and curse, to know that someone saw the innermost workings of your mind.
Angelique stood in the kitchen again when I entered, no sign of Eugene. Her long butterscotch hair glistened in the warm mornin
Dargan's Point of ViewThis was fucking insanity. A carbon copy of Savanah was sitting before us. From the crown of her head to the way she threw her hair over her shoulder. Nothing could compare. Insanity couldn't begin to describe it, not when Ciaran's scent lingered on her skin. And arousal. So much it nearly sparked my own erection. Almost an identical smell to Savanah's.The girl Ciaran had described earlier was also nowhere to be seen. Her eyes were withdrawn and she absent-mindedly picked at her food. Excuse for food, anyway. We were wolves and they fed us like rabbits. Angelique had proudly presented the plates and I caught Maverick's grimace before it even started.Eugene tried his best to spark up conversation with Ozias and Ciaran, the latter of which sent Eugene frequent glares. The foreign Alpha seemed to notice this, but carried on with the conversation, ignoring the fact that his mate smelt like the male sitting across from him. A
Alvara's Point of View They thought me strong. A fighter, as Dargan had put it. How wrong they were. The fighter inside of me had died a long time ago. Almost the same day as my wedding. I needed to be small, subservient and quiet. That was a Luna's duty in life. The comment Ciaran had made cause a rupture within my chest. A part of me that had long since died ached still. I expected more from him and now I knew it was a foolish thought. To think that there might be something between us crossed several lines. I was wed to my mate. Yes, Eugene wasn't perfect, but he was still better than nothing. What I had felt for Ciaran was a fleeting obsession and my own body betraying me. Besides, Eugene had eyes everywhere and one wrong move could send my entire facade spiralling down the drain. It was a miracle that Eugene even allowed the Omega to storm after me today. "Well, thank you for the company, but I am feeling much better. If
Alvara's Point of View I had gotten out of there with my tail between my legs. Everything inside of me screamed to turn around. To give whatever this was a chance. Almost as if I had found another mate. Or mates. The pull I felt between us was undeniable, yet so utterly wrong. Eugene was my mate and no other. Even with Dargan's sweet words of encouragement. They couldn't fully grasp the danger of the situation. Eugene was many things, but forgiving wasn't one of those. Ciaran had baited him once before. So had Maverick and Ozias with their little stunt in the school. He wouldn't let another transgression go. He had hurt me in that tub. Squeezed not only my private parts, but the fear inside my heart. For years now, I had barely felt a spark with my mate. Ha
Alvara's Point of View In life, you are given several options. Decisions. When you choose one, the other option fades away. So we are told. You are given your mate by the Goddess herself. Two options are in front of you when you find that special person. The first, and the best, option is to accept that mate. Be with them until the day you die. Nothing is more fulfilling than knowing you have someone only to yourself. The second option, and the road less traveled, is to reject your mate and live the rest of your life single. Men are more likely to choose this option than women, but it happens rarely. What I have come to find out is that there is a third option. Something far worse than rejecting your mate
Ciaran's Point of View She wasn't his mate. He had said it. Shoved it down her throat. She. Wasn't. His. Yet she had chosen to stay with him. To stay in that fucking pack. Marble skin plunged into my mind. Red cuts traced over white. Blue bruises blooming from where he had hit her. I had had to be there sooner. Step in sooner. She wouldn't have suffered if we had acted faster. Alvara had still stayed. The glass in my hand shattered into hundreds of pieces, blood dripping to the floor. Maverick's head shot towards me, eyes filled with concern. Shaking my head, I wiped the blood from my hand on my pants. Savanah would have chastised me from making such a mess. Yet her eyes would have held amusement. My temp
Alvara's Point of View Kindness had never been one of Eugene's strong suits. Nor has apologizing. Somehow he had mastered both in the span of a night. He hand slept with me in bed, yet when I woke, breakfast was already laid out before me. Bacon, cut up strawberries. French toast with hearts cut out in the middle. During our long marriage life, he had never done such a thing. Hell, he had never done something of this caliber even when we were just courting. A note lay beside the splendid breakfast. White, with a golden seal on it. Eugene's family crest. Sitting up, I grabbed the note, giddy shoving it's way down my throat. 'This is just the beginning of many apologies. I love you, my mate.'
Ozias' Point of View Being back home felt wonderful, yet utterly hollow. We had heard what Eugene had said. Alvara wasn't his mate. Somehow, it made sense. All of it. Even if they were mated and fully bonded, the connection would be subpar to that of true mates. His contempt for her was clear as day. No true mate would ever treat her in such a grotesque manner. But why? Why would he choose Alvara when he had his mate living so close to him? The girl was now his concubine. Someone kept in the shadows. What could he possibly gain from having her kept far away from the Luna title? There were things that didn't add up. For instance, the very existence of Alvara defied reason. She was the spitting image of Savanah. Almost as if they were twins. The ages matched up, but the history was a blur.
Ozias' Point of View Black steps lead into the library, with a warm fireplace in front of me. Three chaise lounges sat to my left and a small table to the right side windows. The library was at the furthest end of the hall and packed with every sort of book you could ever want. Not nearly as many books were held here as the central library, further into the city. With a staggering 2.4 million people living in Eiecrunt, large libraries were needed. Of that number, roughly 1.7 million of the citizens were wolves. The humans that stayed here knew of us and often married into the wolf society. Ciaran had lead a bunch of rogues to greatness over the last thirteen years, starting with Maverick, Dargan and I. Everywhere we had gone, people had bowed to him and soon a small rogue pack had settled and become a city. There was a city full of only humans not forty kilometers from us. We thrived in our ventures together, but no one within their li