Nerezza's Point of ViewSomehow they found me in my old home. All three of them. None of them knew what to say to me when they entered. But I barely acknowledged their presence. Dug the palms of my heels into the carpet I had walked over the last time my parents had been alive. Having them here almost felt like we were disturbing my parents. That they were sleeping upstairs and the moment they noticed boys with me, I would never hear the end of it.No one had bought the house. For obvious reasons. The walls were cracked. Windows shattered. The sink was stolen from the cupboard. It was all in ruin. Most of our possessions were still inside. Crumbling with age. Still smelt faintly of my mother. Her perfume a painful reminder of what I had endured the last few years.Old family photos hung on the walls. As if someone had drawn a line at tearing down the personal touches. But the rest was a nightmare. Feces, both of a person and animal, lay scattered about. Needles for drug addicts. The c
Priamos' Point of ViewThe cold bit into my skin. Pumped ice through my veins. Blackness had somehow seeped in right after I turned. Well, was forced to turn by Nerezza's palpable fear. Something was wrong. Missing. I needed to get to her. Get out of this frozen landscape. She was alone in this world and from that incapacitating feeling, I knew she needed me.Even though the freezing cold surrounded me, there was a warmth at my side. I turned to look at my left flank. Noticed the tiny head still draped over me. Puffs of air took form around the nostrils. Shallow but there. The fawn from earlier.I angled my head upward and noticed the frozen blood from the mother just above me. The sun was slowly creeping back over the horizon. Made the ice and snow glitter around me. It did nothing to curb the cold. Or even make a dent in it. Exhaling, I tried to sit up but the fawn stirred and I stopped. Spooking it would result in a large headache for me.I had to get back. But I couldn't leave hi
Nerezza's Point of ViewWe went back to the house. Solemn and silent. I had confessed something to them that I shouldn't have. A secret of mine so deep that I had long since kept it hidden. Even from myself. There was no doubt in my mind that they would ask questions about it later on. Bombard me until I gave in and told them everything.How exhausted I was. How I wanted to flee the palace. I didn't want to marry Reginald. Hell, I barely liked him anymore. His sweet sentiment of yesterday was just that. A sweet sentiment. Nothing more. Nothing less. Because I couldn't turn a blind eye to what he was now tolerating. What he was doing with his son.Our people deserved more. Needed more. That was the reason I kept doing what I should. Paved the way forward, even though my bones shivered from exhaustion. They needed more than this. More than this life. No one would ever give it to them, except for me.Phaedra had her own agenda. Given the chance, I knew she would send them all burning as
Nerezza's Point of ViewOur lips danced together. Sparked and bit. Lysander bit down on my bottom lip. Pulled it until pain twinged itself into my body. Slithered down to my wettening cunt. I ground against him. Begged for more friction between us. Amadeus' lips trailed over my shoulders. Licked and nipped at the exposed skin. Goosebumps rose wherever he kissed. Trailed his tongue. I imagined that skilled tongue between my legs. Felt it move. I had closed my eyes, savoring the sensation.Until Alastair plunged his hand into my hair at the base of my neck. He pulled. My scalp screamed and I moaned as my lips were ripped away from Lysander. Settling for my neck, Lysander kissed the base of my throat. Bit down on the soft breast just below him.Alastair kept pulling. Planted his lips over my ear. Sucked the tender flesh. Bit the side of my neck. All of their advances left my chest heaving. Left my body needing more. I increased my pace between us. Willed them to take it all off. Bare me
Lysander's Point of ViewThe comedown was not how I had expected it to go. I was higher than a kite. Soaring above the clouds. I was afraid earth might finally catch up. Swallow me whole. Amadeus had welcomed my kiss. Had given me a blowjob. I had thought he would recoil. Sneer. Stop all of the fun right there and then.In the past, I had been branded a monster for liking both genders. For not caring what was in your pants. People despised me wherever I went. Thus, I kept that part hidden. Ashamed of who I was. But seeing Nerezza coming undone had snapped a chord in me. Brought out the carnal instincts I had long since tried to kill. Besides, Amadeus was attractive. Ungodly. He looked to be the type who would adore being submissive. I had taken the chance. Got rewarded in the end. The thrill was radiant.Now we sat in the living room. Nerezza curled up on the couch, feet beneath her. She looked serene. Happy. The moonlight cast a glow on her. Amadeus had returned to the kitchen for s
Lysander's Point of ViewMother was in the kitchen again. Cooking away. Baking cookies this time. I wondered what Isaac had done now to earn her silence. Her wrath. From the looks of things, he had messed up big time. An exam that he didn't study for, perhaps? She hated baking cookies. But she did it when things didn't go her way. Or Isaac and I messed up. "Good morning, ma." I chimed from the door. Unlike most mornings where I slipped in, I didn't linger. Instead, I sat down at the table. Watched her grind out some cookies onto parchment paper. Her head bobbed in acknowledgment. The most I would get since she was in a mood.The sun lazily flooded into the kitchen window. Cast her apron in glaring red. Her hair glinting lightly. A halo. Fit, seeing as my mother was the closest thing I had seen to an angel. Although, Nerezza now slowly overlapped my mother. Clawed her way to the top.I remained silent long enough for the woman to stop her working. She turned around. Wiped flour on her
Nerezza's Point of View I had barely slipped into the palace before the summons came. Reginald wanted to see me. It was late. Darkness filled most of the halls. Staff had gone home or settled into their quarters. He should have been asleep. Left me alone for the evening to tell Farren and Phaedra what had happened. He had staged the proposal. There were no two ways about it. Every paper in Makatza would have my face on it tomorrow. Of course, the headlines would vary, but they would all mean the same thing. From rags to riches. The new queen of the werewolves. It made me sick to my stomach to think about it. The scent of my mates had been washed off. Replaced by my new clothes. My body wash. Although, if I breathed deep enough, I could still trace them. Feel them. They had comforted me in my time of need. Told me that I was fine. That everything would turn out for the better in the end. Not that I was convinced. Especially seeing as Lysander had responded so horridly to the news. R
Nerezza's Point of ViewDespite our argument last night, Reginald had sent Harold bright and early. Before I could speak to Farren and Phaedra. Before I could even gather my thoughts. After last night's revelation, I was hesitant to follow through with whatever this was. Terrified that I might bind myself to this man for eternity. Because he seemed to care less and less for me with each passing day. I shared the sentiment but at least I hadn't pressured him into marrying me.Something was missing. Unknown to me. I hated it. Hated to know that in this I was one step behind him. Sure, he wanted to keep me around when he passed away. But what stipulations came with that contract? What should I give up in return?I knew what stance Phaedra would take in all of this. It would help our cause a great deal. Give me a solid foundation to build my case. If I was the queen before I overthrew Reggie, people (meaning the upper class of wolves) wouldn't be as enraged. Meaning I wouldn't have a civ