Alvara's Point of ViewDinner was a cacophony of voices and conversations. Everyone spoke loudly. Had varying opinions on numerous subjects. Harsh words were exchanged once until Ciaran had stepped in. Stopped the fight before it fully started. I was thankful for his presence. Thankful that he sat at the head of the table.I was to his right. Ozias to his left. Maverick sat beside me and Dargan opposite him. Being caged between all of them set my mind on fire. Made me daydream about what we had done the other night. The cursed mating bond drove my hormones wild. Wanted me to consume them all and leave nothing behind. I tried my best to keep my thoughts hidden but Maverick could smell the arousal every once in a whileHis hand rested on my thigh. Brutally close to my cunt. One move was all it would take for him to please me. Tease me beneath the table. I could feel my cheeks redden at the thought. My boys were too lost in a conversation

Ozias' Point of View"Will you please just eat your fucking food?" I growled at Alvara. She sat with her arms crossed over her chest. Glared at the rest of us as if we had killed her dog. Maverick cursed and stood up to walk towards her."No. Leave her be. I want to see how long this tantrum will last. Responding physically now would only make our hand weaker." Ciaran murmured, sipping from his coffee. His empty breakfast plate was in front of him. Along with migraine pills. Dargan remained on the other side of the kitchen. Took inventory of all the things still left in the fridge.Alvara had been on a hunger strike since last night. She had refused her dessert. Refused any snacks. Kept looking over at Maverick and Dargan. Nerezza and they had left not long after Alvara had joined us again. By the look on Nerezza's face, she knew what had happened.From the sex smell coming from Alvara, Dargan, and Maverick, we could all fucking

Ciaran's Point of ViewAlvara had come undone before us. Squirted onto the platform. I had to resist licking it up. Savor her one last time. When I looked up again, I noticed people watching us keenly whilst their partners played with them. Others were deeply busy with their own sexual acts. Moans and groans echoed beneath the music. The scent of sex lingered everywhere. Nerezza's eyes were plastered to Alvara. Hunger danced in her eyes and I smiled at the lustful woman.Nerezza would never have her and it drove Nerezza wild. She always got what she wanted in the end but this wasn't something I would share. Not with her or anyone outside of my family.Alvara shuddered one last time, eyes glassy. Ozias grabbed his suit jacket and carefully got her into a more comfortable sitting position. As he draped the jacket over her, Maverick kneeled at her side. Pressed a kiss to her temple. I couldn't ignore his bulge. Or the way he got closer to

Alvara's Point of ViewCiaran was livid once we got home. Dargan had stayed behind to make sure our two uninvited guests weren't causing trouble. But the Alpha was beyond rattled. His body shook from his rage building up. Whatever had happened between those three wasn't good. It was as if Ciaran had wanted nothing more than to murder them. Which could happen in the future but not tonight. It had been the perfect night. The most pleasure I had ever received in my life. Ruining the mood with bloodshed would have been a travesty. So when we entered the house, I draped myself over Ciaran. Pressed my chest flush against his back. His body responded instantly. Softened up as he sighed. The tension left his shoulders, slumping him forward.Maverick passed us and headed straight for the kitchen. Ozias went upstairs to take a shower. But I refused to leave Ciaran's side. He needed me at this moment. Even without the news of them looking fo

Ciaran's Point of ViewWhen I woke up on the couch, I could feel something wrong. Felt another presence in the house that had never been there before. Then the sound of growling and snarls had broken loose. Pounding against the floor above me. My heart had dropped. Shattered into pieces beyond repair. Alvara's room was above me. Fear laced with rage as I stormed up. Barely noticed that I wasn't wearing a thing. Whatever happened in those moments was lost to me. Blood ran thickly over the floor. Carpet. Drenched the curtains and bedding. And then there was Alvara. Small and fragile, curled up on the floor looking as if she had died a million times over. That small yelp of hers was enough to send me to hell.I came back. Noticed the body in front of me. Noticed how much I had brutalized it in front of her. Guilt swallowed me whole. Refused to spit me up. I drowned in shame. Maverick had tried stopping me, but couldn't. I had shoved