Ozias' Point of View Her eyes had glittered in the moonlight. Devils danced within her smile. I could feel her nipples stiffen between us. Hear how her small moans rippled across her throat as my tongue danced lower down her neck. Fluently, I grabbed her ass and wrapped her legs around me. The tip of my cock brushed her inner thigh and Alvara gasped. Finger nails broke the skin on my back, letting small droplets of blood mix in with the water. Hitching her up on my stomach, I lowered my mouth over her nipple. Alvara arched her breasts into my mouth. Slow circles toyed over the hardened peaks. Slithering her hands up, she folded her fingers into my hair and tugged at the strands. Circles became sucking. Low moans rushed through her lips. Her cunt grinded into my stomach, urging for more. Without breaking my pace, I walked out of the lake. Water rippled around us. Alvara leaned her mouth to my ear and nibbled the lobe. Lust swarmed my

Dargan's Point of View Tension circled us as we walked home. Ozias kept his distance from Alvara, barely glancing her way as we trudged through the forest. My white shirt tugged tightly across her chest, just covering her naked sex. Their scents no longer merged together. Unlike when I had found them, I couldn't distinguish between his and hers. So, they hadn't fully mated. Only fucked each other. Ciaran wouldn't mind the latter. But we had agreed upon mating with her as a unit. As barbaric as it might have sounded, it had worked with Savanah. It gave each of us an edge. Yet made us all equal. 'We hadn't spoken to her about it. Maybe it was time.' Ozias' shoulders slumped a bit more when the house finally came into view. I squared mine and halted. "He made breakfast and seems to be in a fragile state. So, if I were you, I would just not tell him what had happened just yet." "Like I said, it wasn't what it looked like

Ciaran's Point of ViewWe were huddled over several maps of the area. Maverick's brow scrunched in concentration. Dargan noting key areas of attack. Ozias planning escape routes. Through it all, she sat on the couch closest to the window.Red satin flowed over her legs that were tightly tucked beneath her. In her hands an old book that Ozias had recommended. Soft curls ran down her neck as she inspected every page keenly. Gone was the white shirt and lust in her eyes. Instead, content swarmed her.On the inside I knew she was an utter mess. Meeting with Eugene tomorrow would test all of our mental abilities. Especially after we had come to the conclusion that he had killed Savanah. Killed our one mate whilst fucking our other.I restrained a growl, eyes still taking her in. From behind her, the sun cast a halo around her head. Silver earrings mingled with her hair. Her stomach pouch stretched the middle part of her dress and I kn

Ozias' Point of ViewThe sun finally broke over the city of Eiecrunt. Rays slowly crept past the slumbering houses, engulfing everything in orange light. The birds outside chirped lazily. The world was still and peaceful. Calm before the storm. Before all hell would break loose.I was already dressed in in my navy suit. Tie wrapped firmly around my neck. Dark tan leather belt and shoes. Sleeping in wasn't an option on a day like today. My nerves were frayed. Shot to hell by the possibility that we might be going to war. That Eugene might die at Ciaran's hands.Walking to the living room, I found Ciaran already dressed and pressed. A cup of steaming coffee warmed his hands. Three more cups stood on the coffee table. Thankful for his thought process, I took on and drank deep. Alcohol burnt the back of my throat."Knew you would take that one. Thought you might need some more encouragement to tackle the day." He muttered, sipping fr

Ciaran's Point of View Eugene had gone ghostly white. Alvara watched him keenly, those doe eyes never missing a detail. For a second, it looked like Eugene might not answer. His eyes flitted between Alvara and I. Then to Maverick and Dargan. He weighed his options. Chose his next words carefully. "I thought you said you hadn't stolen anyone from me, Ciaran. Have we resorted to lying now?" Eugene mused, settling his gaze on me. Alvara's shoulders stiffened. Yet her innocent façade still lingered. 'Was it truly a façade?' "Why are you speaking to him when I am the one who asked you something?" Alvara questioned him. Her tone was blunt. To the bone. Uncaring. Eugene shook his head at her question. He couldn't believe she would confront him. Question him in front of everyone. What exactly had Angelique told him about the day Alvara left? "My love, this is neither the place, nor the time. Please, let us just go hom