Alvara's Point of View
Disbelief rippled over my skin. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. Could feel my heart strain to pump. What Ozias had said was madness. It couldn't be true. Alpha Stefan had saved me from rogues. Took me in as his child.
Eugene had never said a word about such things. Besides, we were married by the time Savanah's pack was wiped out. Everyone heard about it. Stefan had even sent aid. Two years later he had succumbed to cancer.
They had never been anything but lovely towards me. Helping me. I was the leech who had bled them dry without giving anything in return. Eugene had even mated with me. Bonded with me.
"Alvara." Ciaran said from somewhere far away.
But I had had a twin. A sister. All my life I felt like I missed some part of me. Could it have been her? Could she have loved the same men I wanted to love now? If all of this was true, then why keep it from me?
Was that the reason the
Alvara's Point of View Dargan had made French toast. Eating felt like a burden when my mind was so far off. None of them had said anything about my half eaten food. Their silence was also a blessing. The details of what had happened at Lover's Quarrel was up to their librarian, Albert. Ozias had offered to take me to him and I had accepted. But later on today. I needed to still my mind before facing my bleak past. I had no recollection of those early years. Maybe that was a blessing as well. Or a curse. I couldn't fully decide. Finding them in this chaos felt damning. If I had known them before, I could have freed myself from that prison. My sister might have lived. Mother and father... My parents might have made it out alive that day. "I'm going up for a moment. Come get me in about an hour?" I told Ozias and wiped my mouth with a napkin. Concerned stares bounced off of me but I chose to ignore them. Ignore the pity. Self gr
Maverick's Point of ViewHe had the audacity to call again. I knew it was coming, seeing as everyone had seen Alvara enter. Kiss Ciaran so passionately that the room took in a collective breath. Even if it was just a warning to whomever might want to touch her, Eugene would see it as an excuse to start a war. Anything to gain more power. More wealth. Lover's Quarrel was the perfect example that Half-Moon would do anything to gain whatever they wanted. Like father like son, it seemed.Like clockwork, the phone call came. Dargan had run for Ozias. Ciaran had growled in displeasure. Every interaction with that failure of a man left us on edge. Declaring open war on us was one thing but involving the Royal family was another.After Ciaran's little stunt last night, the Royal family wouldn't hesitate in helping Half-Moon. Our wealth and power was extensive within this continent and steadily growing across the world. We were a threat and any
Dargan's Point of View Clouds had gathered across the sky. Rain threatened, dark grey clouds coming ever closer to the house. Maybe it was a sign that what we had discussed with Eugene yesterday wasn't right. Alvara had rushed into agreeing to meet him without thinking. But I could understand why. She needed closure. An end to her suffering. He had done horrendous things to her over the years and if this was all she wanted in return, we would happily give it to her. Maverick had his hands full trying to anticipate every move and counter move the brutal Alpha would make. No threat was too small. But we had a secret weapon. Ciaran had clawed his way through life up until now. Violence was born into him. Fighting for survival was instinct. Fighting for his mate was his purpose. The Alpha everyone now knew as merciful was just what he showed on the surface. We all had tainted pasts. Parts of my soul would never fully heal from wh
Alvara's Point of View My body was on fire. Screeching from where he touched me. Every nerve stood on end as our tongues danced together. Rain slipped down my body, drenching the heat of my skin. Dargan was here. He would kill for me. Die for me if need be. The thought was perplexing but woefully enticing. There was a thrumming inside my chest. Like my heart would beat straight through my ribs and shatter into the air. His hand tugged at the back of my head, forcing me into submission. I wanted all of him. Especially the hard cock he so carelessly shoved against me. I moaned when he bit my lip again. Digging my nails into his back, Dargan growled lowly. Pleasure jolted to my groin. Fuck want, I needed him closer. Sensing my urgency and change in pace, Dargan lifted me by my ass. My legs wrapped around his stomach. Only one hand kept me in the air. One arm. And I knew I wasn't the smallest, yet Dargan didn't slow or falter.
He was coming today. Mother had already left, knowing the fallout would be tremendous between them. The house had to be perfect. Freshly cut flowers in vases, tulips to symbolize unconditional love. Lavender incense burning in almost every room to calm his mind. Every dish he had ever liked waiting in the dining room. Servants kept themselves scarce. Good. Father shouldn't be burdened by the lesser wolves around him. Today was just our day. The door bell rang and I could hear a maid head towards it. Fire heated my blood. "No, no! I'll get it." I chimed and jumped towards the door. The maid recoiled at my sudden appearance and I smiled. They were terrified of me. No matter how many times mother had scolded me on being more polite, I couldn't force myself to be. After all, I was their superior. Smoothing down my hair a last time, I clicked the door open. My heart raced within my chest. How long had it been since I last saw him? Months? Mother was terrib
Ciaran's Point of View Cinnamon wafted through the air when I entered the kitchen. Alvara stood in front of one of the counters, whisk in hand. Something was baking in the oven. Dargan sat at the far edge of the counter. Neither looked at the other, both with red streaks across their faces. My meetings for the day had concluded earlier than I had anticipated. Maverick was still gone. Same with Ozias. Although I knew the Beta was just trying to stay away from Alvara. The bombshell had ruffled some feathers and Ozias couldn't handle verbal confrontation all that well when it was with people he loved. Tension floated through the air. Propping myself up on an elbow in the door, I cleared my throat. Alvara's head shot to me, her mouth forming a small O. Dargan glanced towards me, then averted his gaze. Something had definitely happened between the two. I couldn't tell if his scent was all over her or if it just surrounded the kitchen.
Alvara's Point of View I had admitted it. Told her he was my mate. Dargan's eyes had bulged from his head. In the moment, I couldn't care less. She needed to know her place and it wasn't with my mate. Any of them for that matter. Yet he had still gone with her. Slammed the door of his office shut so that they couldn't be heard. My jaw had clenched in anger. We had shared a moment, even if it was brief. Out of them all, he was the biggest mystery to me. A puzzle I couldn't fully solve. She had come in here and just demanded his presence. For a moment I thought he would refuse but he had given in to her. Whatever was between them, it had to fucking end. Right here and right fucking now. "Alvara, if you grip that spatula any harder, it might break." Dargan whispered and came closer to me. I flinched from his out stretched hand. Snapping myself back down to earth, I spun on him. "So what? All your money and you can't buy
Alvara's Point of View Dreams played on the back of my eyelids. No more nightmares or cold sweats in the middle of the night. Although the fight with Ciaran still made my stomach sick. We had tried clearing the air but it was too late. Damage was done and we were both overly emotional to continue speaking. Leaving things so up in the air felt wrong. Corrupted. We would have another go at speaking another time. A soft creak at my door had my eyes cracking open an inch. Footsteps thrummed across my room. There was a small squeal before a body collided on top of mine. The air rushed from my chest, smile spreading across my lips. Only one person would come into my room without warning. Giggling, Teagan tickled my sides. Laughter came from my chest in short bursts and I doubled over on myself. Her fingers found my sides. I groaned and laughed, bending over backwards to try and get her away from my most vulnerable spots. "I