Alastair's Point of ViewWe were all shocked at the Alpha's confession. Phaedra's father. But that still didn't explain why he was here. Or why Nerezza didn't come to see him personally. Why she had to send us to do her work was beyond me. If he was her ally, then why go through the trouble of sending us?Sure, she was still on palace arrest. But couldn't she make up an excuse to come see him? After all, he was an Alpha that fell beneath the king's hold. She was the king's right hand. Questions swirled in my mind in the few seconds it took for Lysander to say something."Why are you here, Alpha? From what I know, you are far from home." Lysander grumbled. You could see the unease in his shoulders. The way he sized up the Alpha. This must have been the first time Lysander has met someone bigger than him. It sparked a rather cruel joy inside me. The Alpha leaned back in his seat. Looked us all over before smiling again. "Because I have vital information to our cause. Your mate is cunni

Nerezza's Point of ViewReginald had promptly summoned me to his office later. Reggie had told him everything I said. Except for the part about his whore being pregnant. Just that I had threatened him. Because that was what was best for the prince's image. He would never admit to the scandal. Which was fair, seeing as he wanted to rule one day.When I entered, Reginald was looking right at the door. Veins popped out on his forehead, casting his pale complexion in even more shadow. Red flamed his cheeks, crawling to the tips of his ears. There was that unnerving anger in his eyes. Everything got worse when he saw my outfit. Still in the scandalous clothes I had picked out for the day. The short dress. Heels. I was a walking harlot and he hated every minute of it. I was so far away from the girl he had chosen to be at his side that I might as well have been a completely different person. Good. The girl he had known was dying.The veins became a road map on his face. Bounced with the in

Nerezza's Point of ViewBeneath the sparse light, Amadeus seemed like a ghost coming back to haunt me. His dark hair had no sheen to it. His eyes looked impossibly sunken in. But I could feel my heart beating for him. Feel the dull ache of seeing him again after he had been gone so long. Four days and I was already losing my mind with need for them. How utterly pathetic.The balls this man had to come looking for me in the palace. It was a wonder that he was still alive after so many years of pulling stunts like this. His smile was the only thing I could truly see. The light from the balcony bounced off of his white enamel. Made him a shadow with a smile."I came to see how you were doing," Amadeus replied. I looked toward Phaedra and Farren. Saw the frowns on their faces. Shrugging off their clear disdain, I looked down at him again."How did you get in?" I asked. From his silhouette, I noticed him shrugging. Rolling his shoulders and looked behind him. The guards were lax tonight. R

Amadeus' Point of ViewShe was stunning. Her legs dangling from the edge of the bath. Black curls falling over one shoulder. Green eyes looking straight into my soul. There was no denying it. Nerezza was the most perfect woman I had ever met. Then she hit me with that little fact. About having another mate. The first one, as she had said. I could hear air wheezing through my clamped teeth. The air around me grew cold. Freezing. As my blood boiled on.Secrets would be our greatest downfall. Secrets and arrogance."When were you going to tell us about him?" I ask. My voice sounded incredibly small. Fragile. I gripped the sides of the bath hard enough that I was sure pieces of it might break off. Nerezza flung her head sideways. Blocked herself off from me with her hair. I wanted to reach forward. Move it out of the way so that I could see her brilliant eyes again. I refrained. Bit my bottom lip until I felt my skin rip open. This was bad. This girl had more going on than she let on. W

Nerezza's Point of ViewThere was no time to dry off. Or to even get dressed. Both of us were spent. Tired from both baring our history to fucking like animals in the cold bath. At least we had bathed again. Washed each other clean until our skin felt raw.Amadeus had gotten out first. Dried off and handed me a towel. I barely covered myself before heading into my room. He followed on silent feet. Watched me move and discard the towel on the floor. Dipping into bed, I let the cotton soak me up. Warm my insides. A sigh of satisfaction clawed free from my throat. Amadeus stood at the end of the bed. Kept his eyes locked on me until I raised myself on my elbows and glared at him. "Are you going to stand there the entire night?" I asked, my voice coming out harsher than I intended. When my body gave way to weariness, I became grumpy. Disgruntled. Same could be said for when I was hungry. Amadeus chuckled instead of taking the brutal tone to heart."I just wanted to get another long look