Chapter 7

Ciaran's Point of View

I was fucked. We were fucked. This plan was fucked. There was no denying that just at her slight touch I nearly couldn't control myself. Just at the way her smile curled up, I wanted to run my thumb over the bottom lip.

Alvara had surprised me in the best of ways. Docile, modest and completely submissive my ass. There was a fire to her that she hid so well. I had an inkling as to why she kept the fire at bay. Her joke of a mate. Eugene was a lot of things, but I had never pegged him as a misogynistic cunt. Until last night. Until I saw that there was more to this woman than Ozias had previously seen.

Alvara was a complete blueprint of Savanah, even in that respect. It drove my need to have her close even further. Drove me wild with the thought that maybe this could become our new normal. Savanah was shared between the four of us, so Alvara would be as well. If she chose to be. No one could make her do anything she didn'