Zayan's Point of View I could hear her humming as I walked up the stairs. A light tune followed by the sloshing of water. Eris had on some music in the background as well. Classical, something I had never thought she would listen to. When I was still me and she was still her, we listened mainly to pop. Sometimes we would branch off into rock or techno but never for too long. Country music was also a fan favorite of hers but the moment something classical came on, I was always forced to change it. No matter how much I enjoyed the lilting music. Or how much it reminded me of my mother. Now here she was, laying in a tub full of water and bubbles, listening to classical music. The water came up to about her breasts, the rest was covered in a large mountain of bubbles. Foam that lapped at her neck and collarbones. Her face was covered in a strange mask of green. In her hand was a long-stemmed wine glass filled with white wine. For a moment I lingered in the door without alerting her t
Zayan's Point of View This was what betrayal truly felt like. Being used and spat back out as if you meant nothing. Was that how Kamari felt when I had chosen Eris over her? This sting in your chest that refused to leave. That refused to do anything but hurt. Especially now that her mask had fallen away. Left a hollow look on her face. A skeleton staring back at me. Then the part came where I just felt stupid for not believing the signs. For looking for the good in her whilst I knew better. Sitting here in front of her now, I knew I had to make the situation right. No longer play the victim in this story. If Eris wanted to be the villain, then I would gladly treat her as such. The monster in my story. "Are you going to remain silent for the rest of this questioning?" I asked, keeping my eyes firmly on her. Eris was sloshing her ice and vodka in her hand. Examined it from every angle. Everything but to look at me. Then a spark hit her eyes and the hollowness evaporated. She wa
Kamari's Point of View It was strange to think that Zayan had been betrayed by his mate twice. Even more so to find out that Malakai and Zayan shared a mate. The thought of it was mind-boggling. Still, there were other factors to be taken into account. What if it truly was Zayan targeting my pack? That he had sought me out not because he wanted revenge on Arik but rather he wanted what I never did. To lead an entire pack. It would have been easy pickings if I hadn't agreed to my mother's terms. But I had and now I could be another obstacle for him. I hoped that this was all just a misunderstanding. That he somehow got that wicked woman to confess to her crimes. Once all of this was cleared up, I could focus on what lay in the future. Or rather, what we were going to do with the true culprit. It seemed fitting that if it was Arik, I would still sleep with him. Claim the money owed to me because of the rejection and make off like a bandit in the night. The thought of it was refr
Kamari's Point of View Things took a darker turn than I had initially thought they would. All of the threads were unraveling and I had no means to stop it. To break it a bit. Zayan was in shambles. His cocky sway was gone. Replaced by a hunched look of anger. His once sharp eyes were dull. Even his hair seemed to have lost all its luster. When he spoke, it was always in a low rumble or nothing at all. A simple nod of the head. Nolan seemed unconvinced of the small story Zayan had told us. That he was framed because they thought the story would be most believable. Then it came time for him to tell us that Eris fully believed Arik to be a more worthy man than himself. That broke him more than words could even describe and he resigned himself to one of the guest bedrooms until we could come up with the best course of action. Until then, he wanted nothing more than to throttle the woman. Feared that left in her presence, he would indeed do such a thing. "He got back," I mumbled into
Kamari's Point of View "Are you sure this is what you want, Kamari? There is no going back from this." Nolan followed me to my room. Stalked in after me, shutting the door in the process. Flitting to my cupboard, I couldn't ignore the pit in my stomach growing larger. Taking up more and more space until I was sure all of my other organs would be crushed in the process. It was a horrible feeling. "I know that. I know what this means. I just need to do it. I can't explain why, I just need to." I huffed out and opened the doors so that I could see all of my clothes. Several different outfits hung before me. They ranged from homeless to goddess and then everything in between. I was almost overwhelmed at the sight of it all. At the choices I had. What would he like? What would lure him in? Something skimpy and slutty, if Eris was any indication. "I'm just scared you are going to lose a part of yourself to him. That's all." Nolan whined. Fell onto my bed like an upset Disney prince
Malakai's Point of View The prisoner's screams had become a melody to me. A sharp-pitched prayer to a goddess that wouldn't answer. The fear of the dungeon was also slowly eroding away. It no longer gripped my chest when I had to go down. On the contrary, a warped part of me enjoyed the sound of my steps as I descended down down down. As if it gave the hurt part of my soul a new meaning to the word. To the sights, sounds, and smells. I was no longer afraid but the person on the other side of this door had to be. Had to fear for their lives. "I see you have been happily mated for four years now. One child born, and another on the way," I flicked my gaze up from the mess of papers Rachel had given me. Noticed more sweat on the man's brow than he ever had before. His mouth was gagged but his neck strained against the restraints we had him in. "I wonder what they would think if they knew what you did. Falsely accusing someone? That is horrible. Especially if you know that person will
Kamari's Point of View By the time I was dressed and ready to go, my dad showed his face at my door. His eyes scanned me once. Twice. Three times before they settled on my face. His face settled into a frown and I felt the world around me slowly cave in. Gaelan was less than pleased with the decision I made. "Are you sure you want to do this, Kami? There is no need for it. I mean, the odds of him being put to death for his crimes is high..." Concern dripped from his voice. Forcing the best smile I could to my lips, I nodded and threw on the small cardigan that matched the dress I chose. The buttons fastened just above my navel, giving me a more cinched looked. The colors I had chosen also made my eyes stand out. Forest green. And a mini-skirt that would make any man look in my direction twice. "I want to do this, dad. I know it isn't what the rest of you want but it is what I want. He needs to feel more pain than just killing him can provide. Besides, the money can fund my coll
Kamari's Point of View The house was in complete disarray. Everything was out of place. Red cups littered the floors and any other open space. Pizza boxes had maggots spilling out of them. It was a far cry from the pack house I could remember. The clean one with fresh-cut flowers and perfumed sprays. This was the first warning sign I got when I walked in. Arik was losing it slowly but surely. Jordan noticed my reaction before I could mask it properly. His face fell. Shook his head and sighed deeply. "He has been a mess. Fired almost all of the staff." I nodded. Tip-toed over the debris as best I could. With my outfit, I felt out of place here in this mess. Hell, even without my clothes I was utterly horrified at the state of the place. "Any particular reason?" I innocently asked and nearly kicked a mound of beer bottles on the floor. Grimacing, I sidestepped it, making sure not to fall over whatever else was around. Jordan gave me a flat look. Stared back up the swooping stairca