Nerezza's Point of ViewFarren had changed the estate exponentially. Enhanced it to the point where I was uncertain if we had come to the right place. No longer were the walls a dull black fence. In their place stood a large hedge with flowers sprouting in every direction. Security posted at the white frosted gates. White gravel leading into the place. It was exactly the type of wonderland I had thought her capable of constructing. A mansion fit for a fairy queen.I could feel my jaw slipping open. Feel awe creep up on me. She had accomplished so much in just over two weeks' time. Knew where her strengths were and used them to the best of her abilities. It was astonishing. We stopped in front of the gates. Were greeted by guards I knew the faces of. Couldn't place them immediately until one spoke up. "Miss Nerezza! Farren wasn't expecting you to be back so soon!" The man exclaimed. Held open his arms for a hug. I looked back at my mates. Noticed their frowns. But the gesture finally
Alvara's Point of ViewEveryone was waiting. Everything was ready. Perfect. The best day of my life. But I couldn't help the sudden surge of nerves. What if the cake fell off the table? What if Ciaran had forgotten the rings? So many things could go wrong so fast. It was an endless cycle of what would be worse.Someone showing up in white or the brides' maids tripping halfway down the aisle. "Can you stop fidgeting? Geez. You look perfect!" Teagan exclaimed. Downed the last bit of champagne in her glass. I frowned at her. Looked toward Adelia to back me up. She only shrugged. Smiled and stood.Her long blue dress swayed against the tiles. Heels clicked as she moved closer. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders, we stared into the large mirror together. "You do look perfect. And you are marrying the loves of your life. Nothing can ruin today. I promise." She tried to comfort me. It wasn't working. My large A-line dress did the best it could at hiding the fact that I was pregnant. Nea
Nerezza’s Point of View They had been following me ever since I left my hovel. I could feel their gazes settling on me. Feel them strip the layers of torn clothes from my body. As if sleeping in a bush hadn’t been degrading enough, I now had to deal with men who couldn’t mind their own business. Men who wanted nothing from women except their bodies. The thought of them catching up to me rattled me to the bones. I knew their type. Wanted me to scream as they devoured me. I hastened my pace, trudging through the busy street. No one seemed to notice the two predators stalking behind me. How they chuckled to one another. Making lude comments I couldn’t hear but knew they were saying. From the looks of them, they were city guards. Men sworn to protect the people. But they had other motives for joining the royal institute. Helpless
Priamos’ Point of View She was the most stunning woman I had ever seen. Jet black hair. Upturned nose and high cheeks bones. Voluptuous curves that went on for days. Keeping my eyes off of her wasn’t an option. Not for a moment. Especially seeing as two men were trailing her. As a beautiful woman, I understood their urge to follow along. I would hang from her lips the moment she let me. But this was different. There was a certain type of malice in their gait. The woman hadn’t realized it yet. Or she had but chalked it up to them strolling about. My dark-haired beauty turned down an alley, hair whipping in the breeze. The men followed behind. Softly laughed at each other when she had certainly doomed herself. I jumped from my seat at the café and crossed the road. A car honked at me and I glared back at it. There was no time t
Nerezza’s Point of View He had found me. Saved me. And I had no idea what his name was. I was certain I was going to die in that alley. Had known those men were trailing me ever since I left my makeshift home. Scouring for food in this city was a nightmare. The men were worse. Yet, he had noticed instantly. Came to my rescue the moment the fire inside me had burned out. Somehow, he had proved that not all men were animals. There had been no reason for me to carry on, anyways. My parents had died. Left me with no siblings or anyone to turn to. But he had come. Given me a ray of hope in my otherwise dark world. When our eyes met, I knew what he was to me instantly. The connection was there. The warmth that surrounded us. I wanted to fall into his arms. Breathe a sigh of relief and never look back. My own knight in shining armor.
Nerezza’s Point of View His room was pristine. Beautiful, even. Everything was doused in white. From the curtains hanging on the right side of the room to his bedsheets. Priamos smiled at me when I entered, fluffed the pillow one last time before standing straight. He gave me a once over. Made sure that I wasn’t going to bolt. I had nowhere to go and as much as I hated relying on his kindness now, I wouldn’t just leave. It felt nice to be in a temperature-controlled home. To know that no one can just walk in and hurt me. It was nice not having to fend for myself for a second. But my statement held within my heart. We couldn’t be close to each other all the time. Our wolves would go insane from frustration. The mating bond would kick in eventually, driving us to mate before I was ready. Before we knew each other.
Nerezza’s Point of View Two months later. I had become spoiled. Had my own cupboard filled with clothes he bought me. Received breakfast in bed every morning before he went off to work. Watched movies the entire day away. Sometimes I read, other times I played on the piano he had bought me on our one-month anniversary. We were dating. Not mated. Our sex life had also been stalled until further notice. Not once has he pressured me to please him. He also never came home with another female’s scent on him. My father would have been overjoyed to see me now. To see how well Priamos treated me. Every day was a new adventure together. We had yet to speak of my parents. Or his old pack. Those were the only topics we avoided. The love we shared grew stronger each day. Made me realize the prospects lif
Nerezza's Point of ViewThe silence in the car was stifling. Priamos looked everywhere but at me. Admired the new building coming along on the main road. Stared at the luxury cars passing by us. Everywhere but at my eyes. Or my stomach, which I now cradled with my hands.I had mixed feelings about what was growing inside of me. The life that was sure to start if I wished it. I had never imagined an abortion until now. Thought women were mad for letting go of the life inside of them. Now, I understood their decisions. I couldn't care for myself, much less a baby as well.Priamos seemed to think the same, from the lack of words from him. How could he not? We barely knew each other. Had just gotten to a comfortable point by calling each other pet names. It was a work in progress and a baby would complicate things too much.We stopped in front of our apartment complex. Staring up to the third floor, I couldn't imagine bringing