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.
I had followed him like a wounded puppy. Fell into step beside him as if it was second nature. Couldn’t believe that we had gotten each other within this hollow world. But I still didn’t know his name.
So, when he was cleaning me up, I took my chance. Asked him what his name was. Priamos. It melted off of my tongue and crashed into my heart. Made me believe in all of those silly love songs my father used to play for my mother. The connection was there from the start. The willingness to be with him even when things got rough. But that was the newly formed mate bond talking.
The wolf inside me was overjoyed at getting him to myself. The more skeptical side of me warned against him. Warned me against any man I met. They were all deranged in some way. Had their priorities warped and bent. Not my father. Never my father.
They were on a date night when things had gone south. When their car crashed into a truck, killing them instantly. My world had been ripped apart at that moment. Ceased to be almost entirely.
Then Priamos showed up and I came alive once more. The fire that had kept me alive for so long had burnt out completely. Flourished into cooling water the moment he cleaned my face.
After my shower, I stepped out in the towel. He had put the clothes on the floor, neatly folded. I smiled, beside myself, and picked them up. A large T-shirt and some boxers. No pants. Not that he would have pants that fit my thighs. Quickly, I wiggled into the shirt and headed out.
Priamos was in the kitchen, cooking on the stove. His back was turned to me, the black T-shirt he was wearing nearly splitting at the seams around his arms and shoulders. His legs looked defined in his jeans as well. Worker boots on his feet. Black hair glistened in the late afternoon light. Olive skin. Stubble on his chin.
I was lucky to have someone this good-looking. Hard-working. By the looks of this apartment, he wasn’t doing too bad for himself. Better than my parents could ever manage. Minimalistic décor. But his body was anything but minimal. From this angle, both of his arms had sleeve tattoos on them. I moaned inwardly and trudged to the kitchen.
“Thank you for helping me and for letting me clean up here,” I said. He turned and smiled at me. His brown eyes caught in the light. I smiled back, looking at the floor.
“It is a pleasure. You are my mate, after all.” He said. I scoffed and looked away.
“About that, I am not sure that we should rush into anything. We need to get to know each other first. Maybe take it one step at a time.”
Priamos chuckled and switched off the stove. He dumped two slices of French toast into a plate and my stomach rumbled. When was the last time I had had a decent meal? Before my parents had passed away. Right before I was kicked out of the shitty apartment we had lived in. It felt so long ago but it was only two months.
“I agree. But I want you to stay here with me. It would be more personal that way. I work during the week but we can cook together at night if you want?” Priamos offered. I shook my head at him and walked closer. Planting my ass on the chair in front of him, I slid the plate closer.
“I don’t think that is a wise choice. If we were to take it slow, we can’t be in each other’s space so much. We might mate out of sheer instinct.” I tried to counter the offer. Priamos gave me a lopsided look.
“You would rather remain on the street than live with me?” Priamos asked in a dangerously quiet voice. I recoiled from it. From him. Bared my teeth. I hated that he knew I was barely living. Barely surviving. But I hated more that he pitied me for it.
“Excuse me, I can take care of myself. Just because I don’t have a home doesn’t mean that I need your pity or protection. I don’t even know you!” I exclaimed and sliced a piece of the bread in front of me. It smelled delicious. I bet it tasted even better.
“By the looks of today, your odds are better with me, your mate, than out there alone. So, stay. I will sleep on the couch and you can take the bed. It isn’t that fucking difficult.” Priamos growled. Before I could take a bite, I shoved the plate away. My eyes locked with his, showing him how I wouldn’t budge on this subject.
“We need our space. Date for a while. See where this goes.” I urged. Priamos rolled his eyes and strutted past the kitchen island. He came deathly close to me. His breath fanned the side of my face and I felt every fiber of my body wake up. Say hello to this dream of a man beside me.
“I am not asking you, I am telling you. I am your mate and I won’t let you put yourself in harm’s way by sleeping in the fucking street. Now, shove away that ego of yours and eat your food.” He whispered harshly into my ear. I shivered. Swallowed hard. I refused to look at him.
“Just because I am your mate doesn’t mean you can order me around. Let us get that clear from day one.” I hissed but gave in anyway. I caught his smile from the corner of my eye. Wanted to roll my eyes but refrained.
“How did your parents pass?” He asked me and moved away. I was grateful for the lack of his presence close to me. I couldn’t trust my body not to betray me and give in to his touch. To his demand. I was still very much a virgin and this man could just look at me the right way and I would lose it without question.
I finished chewing the food in my mouth and swallowed. “Can we start with more light topics? I don’t really like speaking about it.” I admitted and put another piece of bread in my mouth. Priamos nodded and braced himself on the counter.
Veins popped beneath his skin. Made his tattoos stand up. I stared at it. Itched to run my fingers over it. Feel the callouses of his hands on my skin. I couldn’t stop the blush when the last thought popped into my mind. Priamos noticed but didn’t comment on it.
“Fine. What is your favorite color?” He asked.
“Green. But not neon green. More like a dark green that you only find in the forest.”
“Iris. Especially the blue one. I think it makes everything look less harsh. Pair it with a nice white rose and you have the best bouquet.” I said and took another bite. The flavors mingled together and I moaned in my throat. Priamos smiled at the sound but his eyes had darkened. I understood that look. Felt much the same when I looked at him. Damn this mating bond.
“Blue irises mean hope and faith, do you know that?” He said and I shook my head. “My mother grew them in her garden back at the pack I was born in. She imported them from Asia. They were her pride and joy. Such a faithful woman, that one.” I cocked my head to the side.
“What happened to her?”
“That is for another time. It is almost dinner and I would like to freshen up the room before you go to bed.” Priamos said. He wiped his hands on his jeans and walked up the stairs I had noticed earlier. My eyes followed him up. Noticed how his calves stretched his jeans tightly.
If I was to stay here, it wouldn’t be long before we did things I would regret. The prospect was both damning and exciting.
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
Her Six Arrogant Wolves Chapter 5
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
Nerezza's Point of ViewPriamos' apartment smelled like home somehow. As if I hadn't been home for years and the comforting embrace of his woodsy smell would just soothe my soul. Every ache in my body ceased to be the moment I stepped through those doors.The sight of his apartment in some disarray also warmed my heart. He had been struggling to sleep. Eat. Cope in general, or so Farren had told me numerous times over the phone. His apartment was evident of that. Showed me that he had noticed the lack of my presence. Which made me smile.Priamos was lugging up my two weeks' worth of dirty laundry and by the time he had entered, I was already sprawled out on the couch. With a smile tugging his lips, he set down my bags and walked toward me. The curtains were drawn but I could still see him in the dim light."Making yourself at home already, I see," Priamos murmured and I sat up. I nodded with a smile."No place
Nerezza's Point of View4 Months LaterThe nerves were starting to kick in now. My body was preparing me to deliver this child. To have my baby boy in my arms for the first time. The prospect was daunting but welcomed. Priamos took it the worst. His persistent hounding had grown far more irritating than I had first thought it possible.The sun was barely at the edge of the horizon. Bags were packed and ready to go. But Priamos wasn't. He rushed into every part of the house. Double checked the things we had bought for Conan. Made sure that the bottles were pre-washed and waiting in the cupboard. Milk powder was on standby, just in case my wilk refused to fully set in. Cribs and cots. Playpens and play pals. He checked it all. Locked the windows securely and tucked away any sharp objects.Conan wouldn't walk for another year but he made sure the floor was safe, regardless.He was a ball of ene