~Daphne’s Point of View~ “Hmm,” I mumbled, as I leaned into the warmth surrounding my face. Big thick arms tightened around me and I felt more sated and content than I could have ever imagined. Something in my memory tingled, reminding me I was supposed to have a date today with the zebra named Hakim. Shit, I hope he isn’t back at my tent waiting on me. “What time is it,” I groaned, feeling like I could sleep for two days. We’d made use of three condoms and I was sore in places I didn’t remember I had. Blissfully sore. I hadn’t even known I would like getting it from behind as much as I did but he literally was an animal with it. Rough and yet a tender touch with his hands. God I couldn’t get enough. It made me sad to think about going back, it was nice here. Even if when I had to pee I had to move back through the “portal” and pee in the river’s cove. Christian was incredibly amused by how grossed out I was at the whole debacle. “It’s still early morning back home,” he said, th

~Daphne’s Point of View~ I paced in front of my teepee, feeling completely useless and hating it. This was how I’d feel when Greta would fuck up and there was nothing I could do. Didn’t have enough to post her bail when she was picked up for soliciting, then again a few months later for shoplifting. Didn’t have a way to keep her ass in rehab when it was clear she wouldn’t get the help she needed time after time. They wouldn’t let me see Liam, and said he wouldn’t want me to see him like that. It was probably true but I felt like I couldn’t feel satisfied he was okay without seeing for myself. Christian had given him blood to heal faster but this was hardly some superficial scrape. The noise he made, how his dragon cried out in pain … I feel like it's going to haunt me. I barely knew this guy yet I felt like I did in a way. His father only used him for his gains, just like Greta always did to me. The only difference was I felt like Greta did love me, she just loved the drugs more. Ap

~Liam’s Point of View~ “The entire fucking island probably thinks I’m a pathetic charity case. So easy to attack,” I seethed, throwing a cup that I’d just finished drinking from. “That’s not fair and you know it. Apollo is a fucking warrior, the way he trains is insane,” Vance said, blowing me off. I knew that to be true, the male was insufferable. He had no friends and no one could stand him so he worked out all day, everyday. Obsessed with his body. He was the master overlord in the training fields to the poor trainees who thought somehow learning from him was the best thing ever. I needed to get up, get the hell out of this fairy hut. It smelled incredibly fucking weird in here, like what I imagined being in a witches’ house would be like. Herbs and weird concoctions. Vance’s overwhelming-at-times sage odor fit right in. Tanwen was doing all he could to heal us, though I knew it was Christian’s blood that helped more than anything. It pained me to be that dependent on someone

~Vance’s Point of View~ There was a definite shift with Daphne and I had no idea why. It almost seemed like part of the light in her eyes was gone and that was before I even brought her home. I watched her laying in my bed and it just did something to my heart. Definitely to Rowe as well. She looked damn good there and now she’d reek of us. *Does anyone know why the hell Daphne is so angry today,* I asked my brothers, over mind-link. Liam was supposed to come home today, and Apollo was nowhere to be found. Not that anyone was looking, we only cared that he wasn’t here. Likely brooding up in the mountains somewhere. *What do you mean? Is she upset about seeing Liam get hurt,* Christian asked. I rubbed my face and leaned against the wall, anxiously waiting for Liam's response. When I didn’t get one that pretty much told me what I needed to know. I didn’t know how but he’d done something. *Thanks for ruining my day you miserable fuck,* I said, just to Liam. *She’ll be fine, you c

~Daphne’s Point of View~Things got pretty blurry after our dance but then we were in a limo by ourselves, his shirt was off and his fingers were between my legs and inside me as we kissed. I practically rode his hand, absolutely greedy with his touch, wet from his kisses and high on him. This was the same rush I felt with Christian, just an absolute pure blinding flood of sensory overload. Of not being able to get enough.I’d had a brief chat with Grace about it, she said it's how Omegas are programmed and all that. She said if I’d let them, the triplets would be more than happy to better explain it all to me. But really, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear it all. The fact that if I left them my body would have withdrawals. It was already hooked.“Hmm,” I moaned, as I felt the car stop. But he didn’t stop, not for a second. Our kisses grew sloppy, too greedy as our lips broke. His mouth moved to the tops of my breasts and I bounced on his lap, desperately wishing his dick was pleasur