~Damien’s Point of View~   “What the hell is wrong with me,” Dawson snapped, smashing his fist into the desk.   “Short list or long list,” I said, snorting. But this was no laughing matter. He ignored me anyhow.   He quickly buried his hands in his hair, it was in desperate need of a cut and I knew that had to bother him. He always had his hair cut about every ten to twelve days exactly. He was coming up on a month and he’d probably lose it and get a razor soon.   “You’re not always going to be able to control her, anymore than you can control me. You shouldn’t want to control her. She’s been nothing but leashed her entire life,” I said, knowing I had some blame in it too.  

~Jeanette’s Point of View~   “Are you gonna go away, like ever at all,” I snapped, staring down at Draven who was sitting just outside my cabin door.    He’d slept out there, in the dirt in front of my cabin door. All night. A prince of the ten kingdoms. At first I was just gonna see how long he’d stay, but then he didn’t leave. I finally fell asleep, feeling calm and relaxed, my wolf happy her mate was close. But she damn sure let me know she wasn’t happy he wasn’t in our bed keeping us warm. My bunkmates thought I was an idiot as well but I didn’t owe them a damned explanation. They just saw a hot guy and a meal ticket for life.   He hadn’t been more than a couple steps away from me since we shifted back to human, he even waited outside the bathroom. Maybe he just cou

~Trixie’s Point of View~   Obviously it was too soon to know if I was pregnant but I’d seen more than enough pregnant females to know how crazy their hormones get and right now mine were beyond control. I loved them, I hated them. I wanted to love them. I wanted to hate them. The whole flipping family! Ugh!   I left the dock and ran toward the field where the helicopter would land. The moment I saw them both jump out, any rational thinking went out the window, down the hill and sank deep into a bottomless pit. My whole body heated up watching Damien’s hair in the wind from the blades moving.   Damien was the one closest to me and as if he could sense it … and maybe he could, he took off running toward me. I ran as well until his big arms enveloped me, pulling me close. He wa

~Jeanette’s Point of View~   I ran away from the stupid faced prince that thought too much of himself. I pitied Trixie immensely, as if she didn’t have enough on her plate she had to deal with that egotistical sack of crap.   How could she stand him?!   *Let’s run it off,* Hannah said, and I nodded. That was the ticket.   I made my way to the far side of the lake and I saw dozens of press setting up cameras. They weren’t gonna pressure me into anything. I hadn’t even talked to my mama yet!   I found a big tree and stripped then Hannah took over. I tried like all heck to be quiet so nobody would know what I was doing. I needed to think and that wasn’t going

~Draven’s Point of View~   My whole life I felt like no one saw me, no one gave a damn what I did. I’d never be king so there was no point in teaching me, even really watching me . My accomplishments, my gains … all for nothing if no one saw them.    Sometimes Damien would come to my basketball games, cheer me on. I’d feel so powerful when I had an audience, important and needed. In the palace I was just a fly on the wall, someone who was summoned for family photos and big announcements. No one ever asked, “Draven what do you think about… What would you do in this instance…”   No, it was all for Dawson, everything. I resented him for so long, he was perfect and there was absolutely no measuring up to him. There was no possible way to be as great and flawless. Get the hi