Max’s POVMatt Hugh was our classmate on several subjects and he was easy on the eye too. Jackie insisted that I try to mingle with the other males of our class since we are almost eighteen. Jackie is also turning legal next month and was very upfront in telling me that she was no longer a virgin and would definitely date Matt if I won’t.“I have no problems with you dating Matt, jacks.” I am not really interested because I was interested with someone else.“Ugh, you do not get it, the guy wanted to get to know you better, so I told him that I will make a way but if you do not want him, at least let him introduce himself and I will gladly take the spoils.” Jackie reminded me of my girls in Manhattan. They would always get the guy who wanted to get to know me, but then I am very hard to please. Or so I thought. Turns out, I was wolf and I was waiting for my mate. But, being raised polite, I agreed to entertain Matt Hugh. He was giving us the stare all the time when Jackie was pitching

Borris was furious. No, he was mad. He was erupting like a volcano and his lava wanted to devour the entire Black Villa.How dare he remove him from the study when he already have introduced him to the girl as her uncle? He had high hopes that maybe this time, his father would consider his feelings that maybe the old man finally came to his senses and was now more open to the idea that he was family? No, the bastard chose to drive him off after the formal introductions. Borris did not care of the girl, he just wanted to be in he same room as Teresa. She had given him a little smile when their eyes met and Boris was convinced that Teresa feels more than a friend. It could have been him and not Clay.That did not happen.Once again, Quentin Wesley Black have made his point---that Borris LaRue was his son ,yes, but not trusted enough. How come Cassandra was considered as family along with that child of hers?They were both offsprings born from the other side of the blanket,right?But w

Six in the morning. Max barely slept. She spent the whole night exploring her womanhood, i the middle of her exhausted sleep, Clay was talking to her.When she heard her father’s message. He was alive. He was obviously not well , but the thing to celebrate here is that he is alive!He was able to send back a message to her!“I am here, Maxine? I am here. Tell your mother that I love her, I love you both. Tell father to come for me, The rogues have taken me, I do not have any idea where but I know this is in the forest.”Maxine bolted up from her bed, snatched up a robe from her closet and hastily went downstairs where she knew that they would all be. She ran down the hallway, through the stairs barefoot, the satin robe billowing as she moved.They were having coffee as the house staff fills the breakfast table with bacon, toast and eggs and sausages. Max’s mouth went dry when she smelled the food that she almost forgot the sense of decorum that she had.“Max, honey, are you alright?”

Zayn’s POV“I wanted everything that you have. Everything.”These were my youngest sister’s words and it kept on circling and reverberating on my head long after they were gone. My sister grew up to a wonderful family where she was adored, loved and given all the comforts of life. She almost always gets what he want. My father did not have the heart to stop her whenever she demanded anything from him. Had our mother be still alive, maybe she won’t end up like this. Mothers dicipline better and those with mothers like Max grow up to be better persons. I miss my mother. “She said she wanted everything.” I know that Max was behind me. Since we have accepted each other to be mates, I can feel her presence even from afar. “This is hard for you. I do not really like your sister, but she is still your sister. We will get her back, okay? I think she is not in this on her own accord. It is not too late.”"Yeah." I agreed. " She is not a fan of yours either. I guess she really wanted the spot

I hear a woman's voice. I know that voice. “Max.”"Max." I woke up. Somehow, I do not remember signing up for a nature trip. Everything that I see was either green or colorful. Or colorful flowers that I have never seen. I even saw some that were impossibe to grow in a climate like Alabama. This is a wonderful garden. I do not recall the villa to have this garden. If it had a garden as beuatuful as this one, I am sure that Elsa could have at least mentioned its existence to me. It had beautiful gardens and landscapes but it was nothing compared to this. All that is missing is good book and a hammock. Ah. My flesh seemed so light and free. Damn, I was wearing a tunic. It was soft, flowing and it smelled really great. Hang on, I just remembered that I was in a battle and I made Hera work with me. My stomach felt like I had lead in it and my throat was parched.“Am I ---”“Dead?”Pinch me, I just saw Hera. I know it was her even if I did not, even once saw her in her human form. She