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 women would often cross their paths and fall victim to their charm. Or worse. Their force.
Since my parents passed, I had been hounded like this, day in and day out. Sometimes it was normal men on the street. Other times it was gangs who kicked at my bush to get me out. Get me awake and ready to flee. One thing they all had in common, they loved the chase. I was a deer thrown to the wolves.
If they hadn’t kicked me out of my parents’ shitty apartment that day. If they hadn’t taken my clothes and belongings, I could have made it. But they had and now I was naked in this world. No one to turn to and no one who would want to help.
Fear coiled and spooled in the pit of my stomach. They were slowly gaining distance on me. Bringing me to where they wanted me before they pounced. If I lead them down an alley, I could shift. Force my wolf into survival mode. Rip them to shreds.
If the beloved king had something to say about the murder, I could claim self-defense. Not that anyone would believe me. I was a woman. A homeless woman that contributed nothing to society. Or so I had been told on several occasions. Every job I had ever applied for had rejected me. Told me that my place was on the streets and nowhere else.
The two men finally passed a cafe on the other side of the street. I turned left, into an alley. My body shuddered at the prospect of turning. The wolf I had was a vicious thing. Had no mercy or grace. But she came in handy in situations like these. If she decided to show face.
Unlike normal wolves, I struggled to turn. Had struggled since my first full moon after my thirteenth birthday. Apparently, not all wolves had minds of their own. Only mine.
The men rounded the corner. Locked eyes with me and I felt the menace vibrate off of me. Every hair on my body stood on edge. Paralyzed me. I forced my wolf to show. Forced my bones to shift but instead of doing as she was told, I only became weak. All the strength drained from my body.
The one on the left smiled at me, his twisted teeth showing in the afternoon light. I smiled back. Kept my eyes on them. The one on the right snarled softly and the rogue within my soul snarled back. I had grown up knowing I was the lowest on the food chain. The one that no one cared about when I passed away.
I had also grown up hating any form of authority.
“What do you want?” I snarled at them. Leftie cocked his head to the side. Inspected me. I had never felt more naked in my entire life. More exposed and vulnerable. The wolf inside me finally opened an eye. Assessed the danger I was in.
“What is a beautiful girl like you doing in a place like this?” Leftie asked and I bit down on my jaw. Beauty was my biggest fucking downfall in life. I had caught the attention of numerous men through my looks. Hated that I had. Every time someone tried to court me, my father would run them out of town. I didn’t have that privilege now.
At the frightened tone of my voice, my wolf fully woke up. Growled deep inside me. I gripped her power. Gripped her energy.
“None of your business. Now move along before you regret it.” I countered. Both of them laughed at me. I could feel the strength in my bones dissipate. The wolf shy away from the darkness coming off of these two. I wanted to curse. Wanted to scream and shout at her for being such a coward.
“Look, girly, you let that dress of yours drop, we do what we want and we will be on our merry way.” The one on the right mused. My eyes danced between them.
But there was another man at the edge of the alley. Tall. Black hair and olive skin. From here, I could see his arms coil with tattoos. His hair was neatly parted. Our eyes locked, his brown eyes ripping into my soul. The world went bright and fuzzy.
My mate. The love of my life. I wouldn’t be alone again.
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
Nerezza's Point of View3 Months LaterPriamos had been right and my wishes had been dashed. The baby I had been carrying for five months now had turned out a boy. Just like his father, he was already strong-willed and hated almost any food I consumed. Made me throw up morning, noon, and night. Women had always complained about morning sickness but what they failed to tell you about was that it happened any time of the day.I had lost nearly twenty kilograms just from throwing up. From barely being able to eat anything. Priamos had become a brooding mother hen who refused that I do anything. For fear of the baby, of course. But it was irritating being confined to one space all the time.The outside world carried on as if nothing was missing. Because nothing was. I had never been part of the world around me, hence, the world did not realize my absence.At least our shopping trip with Fa
Nerezza's Point of ViewAll of the things we had bought barely fit into the back of Priamos' car. From the look of it, I never expected the coupe to have much of a boot anyway. But Farren had insisted that Conan got as much as possible. Toys and clothes. Baby furniture took up most of the space. At one point, Priamos had to put a stop to her buying. Cut her off, as she had said with a sheepish smile.I never minded that she went all out. That Conan would have a lot more than I ever dared have. He would also have the life I had always dreamed about. Which was the best possible outcome. My parents would have loved to see their grandbaby. The love of their lives. But I still mourned them from time to time. Cursed the drunk driver who had slammed into them.If it hadn't been for a drunk man's poor decision, they would have most likely gotten to know their new grandson. Even if it was through my stomach. But in hindsight, maybe then I would
Priamos' Point of View This was what true fear felt like. The thrumming of my heart climbing out of my chest. Blood raced from place to place in hopes of getting enough oxygen to my brain so that I could fight or flee. Neither applied at this moment. Not when Nerezza had something to do about it. Nerezza had stopped me from murdering a man today but at what cost? Her pleading voice had brought me back to my senses. Showed me the crowd gathered around me. She was clutching her stomach for dear life one moment and the next she collapsed. People went into a frenzy. Ambulance sirens weren't far off but they felt an eternity away. The baby inside her was all I had. The baby and my mate. And some jackass had driven into us. Skipped a red light and rammed Nerezza's side of the car. I couldn't help but pummel him. Grind him into a fine powder and scatter his ashes on the fucking wind. But she came first. I shoved the people away from