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

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

Maverick's Point of View Harland and I looked like Christmas trees. Alvara's parcels were my ornaments. Teagan's were Harland's. The girls would never stop talking. Or spending. How Ozias never had a heart attack after seeing so much money gone from his account, I would never know. On the contrary, he adored seeing Alvara in her new outfits. Smelled her new perfumes. Heard the click on the tiles from her new shoes. By now, her room would have been a mess, but Ciaran had taken care of it. The maids now had an extra room to pack her things away in. Retail therapy wasn't cheap, yet the look on Alvara's face was worth it. Gone were the worry lines. Scowls. Glares. Timid nods and looking down at her shoes. Instead, she beamed at me, light shining from her smile. The glow had returned to her face as she spoke with Teagan. Harland and I trailed behind them to the car. They wanted to go go-karting. First, they needed to pack away the

Ciaran's Point of View We barely had two days to prepare for his arrival. Two days in which I knew my mind would wander in every direction possible. Going into open war with Half-Moon would entice the royals to finally show face. They had never kept it secret that they pined for Eiecrunt's vast resources. A little rogue had built himself up in a small time frame. Somehow, they perceived it as a threat. Making us an A-class pack was just their way of enticing other packs to attack us. Dwindle down our man power so that they could swoop in and secure everything for themselves. What made this worse was knowing why we were going to war. Alvara. Eugene had gotten the biggest piece of the pie for years now. He had secured himself the only living member of the Lover's Quarrel Alpha bloodline. The only person who could inherit the wealth of those fucking diamond mines. With her out of the way, the only person who could take those min

Ciaran's Point of View She was my mate. Living not dead. And I wanted to keep it that way. Getting revenge on Eugene wasn't my priority. Making sure he could never harm her again was. Even if she wished to speak with him. Even if she still loved him. Keeping him alive was a bad decision. One she would regret later on. Speeding through the house, I ended up in my office. Books lined the right side of the room. One couch sat in front of the shelves. Her couch. She would sit there for hours, reading me the books she and Ozias were discussing that week. When the same tired position grew uncomfortable, she would prop her legs up on the back rest, head dangling to the floor. Hours would pass with her just reading me the most interesting tales. Origins of Snow White. How the Han dynasty ended. The greatest king of Egypt. She would get lost in their worlds. I would get lost in mine. When the moon was high, she would sit upright once more. A