Nicholas:
As I watched Beryl confront Anna, standing taller than I’d ever seen her stand before, something inside of me clicked. I felt it like a bolt of lightning. I loved her, she was my mate. The shock of the realization shouldn’t have been so profound since my father had been harping on it for almost a year now, but it hit me hard. I smiled, letting go of the denial. I relished the feeling of my face being able to form a smile like this. It was still new to me, and I was only still able to do it when Beryl was around, but it felt amazing. I was tired of hiding my true feelings, but I had no idea how to tell her. I had been so awful to her before. What if she rejected me because of how I had treated her? Anna was awful to her because I had let her be awful. The torment Beryl had gone through was my fault. Why didn’t she hate me? After our lunch together that day, I decided I had to tell her someNicholas:The day of the party arrived. We’d planned it down to the toothpicks on the table, and I was pleased with how well it had turned out. Trying to decorate and plan in the same house Beryl was living in was a pain, but I hoped it would be worth it.Tiny lights twinkled in every corner of the room. There was a long table against one wall loaded with all of Beryl’s favorite foods and drinks. Another table nearby held gifts from all the werewolf families and her friends. I stood in the dimly lit room, nervously adjusting my masquerade mask. Tonight, was special and needed to go perfectly. We’d decided on a masquerade party, hoping it would bring joy to the birthday girl. We agreed no full masks though since our issues with the vampires were still unresolved.As guests began to arrive, I kept my eyes out for Beryl, I had told her to dress up for a fancy dinner with us and our father. The party was going to be a shock. Finally, I felt her getting closer, and watched as she entere
I held my breath as the last of the guests filed out of the room, leaving the four of us alone, standing so close to each other that I could feel the triplets breathing. I made eye contact with each of them, and the connection between us grew stronger.Cheney growled possessively and placed his hand on my waist, leaning in to place a soft kiss on my neck. Brian’s hand rested on my other side, and he mirrored Cheney’s mouth on the opposite side of me.While his brothers kissed, licked, and teased me, Nicholas’ feral eyes roamed my face, hesitating on my mouth as my lips parted, gasping as a wave of intense pleasure washed over me. His eyes locked onto my mouth, a predatory look on his face.Instinctually my head tilted back, and my eyes closed, relishing the pleasure flowing through me. The last thing I saw was Nicholas’ look of ferocity and passion moving in closer. Strong arms lifted me, and I looked up into Nicolas’ face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lea
Beryl:In the early hours of the morning, I finally drifted into a pleasurably exhausted sleep. I dreamed of our wolves, mine, Nicholas’, Brian’s, and Cheney’s, all running through the woods. We howled, played, tumbled, and ran wildly through the dark trees.Within the dream we were so mentally connected that we didn’t have to talk, we communicated with looks and touch. As wolves, our fur mingled until we looked like one beast running and howling.I awoke slowly, feeling their limbs tangled with mine beneath the sheets. Their hot breath was soft on my skin. At first, I soaked in the feeling, and then a sense of clarity washed over me, and I was confused about how we had gotten here.Flashes of the night before began to piece themselves together in my mind, and my heart raced from stress instead of desire. As my pulse quickened, I felt the triplets stir around me.A low groan rumbled next to me, and I turned my head to watch Brian come fully awa
After the triplets left me alone in the room, I laid back down and stared at the ceiling for a few moments. What had we all done last night? My confusion and worry ran through me, but the tingle of pleasure was still there on my skin.All I knew for sure was that all of us had connected on a deeper level than any of us had planned. I knew deep within myself that each of these werewolf brothers were, indeed, my mate.After laying there and gathering my thoughts, I slowly stood up, aware of the soreness between my legs. I made my way to the shower and let the warm water wash over me, clearing my mind, and cleansing the blood that proved I was no longer a virgin.The time alone helped me fully understand the potential issues that were ahead of me. I knew the brothers could be combative, and I had a sense that I was about to head into a minor warzone at breakfast.As I started down the stairs towards the dining room, I could already hear their raised voices. “No, she’s
Beryl:The werewolf triplets nod, acknowledging their father's words. My eyes glistened with tears as I took in the brothers' devotion, worried about what the future would bring.The room was quiet for a few minutes, the triplets looking from one another to me, us all trying to figure out how to proceed. “Are you ok?” Nicholas whispered, looking into my eyes. I smiled at each of them, hoping that this competitiveness wouldn’t tear us all apart.My stomach turned as an all too familiar voice shook me from my thoughts. “Armand, honey, I’m ready to go now.” I turned and saw Amy standing in the doorway, looking smug. She was dressed in a skin tight top and mini skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination.“W-what are you doing here?” My voice shook as I tried to understand why on earth she would be in this house. I blinked a few times, trying to wake myself from this nightmare. “Oh, you don’t know?
Beryl:One afternoon, I was taking a stroll through the woods. I heard talking in the distance and went towards the sound. I stood hidden behind the tall oak trees, peering through the dense foliage at the distant figure of Amy.The autumn leaves rustled under my feet as I moved closer to the open clearing where Amy stood, engaged in an animated conversation with someone I couldn't see. Suspicion gnawed at my heart, causing me to grip the rough bark of the tree trunk tightly. Who is she talking to, way out here? Thinking to myself, I played out different scenarios in my mind. Listening intently, I strained to catch the words carried by the breeze.
Nicholas: The moon hung high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the clearing where Amy stood. Cheney and I had followed her here, moments ago. There were benefits to werewolves following a human, she’d had no idea we were there.Cheney and I watched from a distance, hidden in the shadows. She was on the phone, talking low, almost a whisper. We couldn't hear the conversation, but our heightened senses allowed us to pick up on the tension in the air. Suddenly, Amy spun around, looking in our direction frantically. She didn’t see us, but we hunkered lower in our hiding spot anyway. There was no way she could have heard us.She seemed to calm
I sat on in my comfy chair in the corner of the library, when I heard her come in. I was sure she’d been seeking me out, just to torment me. I watched as Amy approached me with a malevolent grin."Oh, Beryl, dear, looks like your precious papa bear is away again. How convenient for me," she sneered, her eyes locking onto mine with malicious intent. “What’s the worthless piece of trash doing hiding in here today?” "Leave me alone, Amy. I've done nothing to you," I pleaded, my voice trembling with exhaustion and frustration. This had been going on all week, or maybe longer, the days were running together.“No, you horrible thing, you haven’t done anything to me because you’re stupid and useless, and have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” She was talking about mine and the triplets attempts to tell Armand that she was working with his brother to over throw Armand.Each day Armand would leave and Amy would find me, no matter where I hid. Amy seemed to feed off my anguish, taking