Anthony’s POVI could still remember the only part of the night at the ball that made me smile, itetched into the recesses of my mind like an indelible imprint. Our dance, the image of her body swaying gently between us, caught in the embrace of our shared rhythm, the way she held us and looked at us, moving her body in alignment with ours , the intensity in her eyes, a smoldering reflection of the hunger and yearning that coursed between us. The electric charge of her presence fueled a tempest within, a potent mixture of longing and primal attraction that surged through every fiber of my being.I could still remember the potent allure, the desire, the intoxicating pull that had driven me to the edge of restraint to totally insanity. In that charged moment, control had slipped from my grasp, overtaken by an insatiable desire to claim every inch of her skin, to draw her closer, to consume the essence of her being. I yearned for more, my fervor unchecked as I unraveled her with a hunger

Micheal’s POVAfter what seemed like forever we finally convinced the drunk girls to see sense in closing their eyes to sleep at night. I had taken Sophie first to her room and got a few hits from her when I was carrying her. She finalized lay her head on her bed and fell asleep , I kissed her on her head goodnightand went to close the window, looking outside noticing how the moon hung like a glowing orb in the indigo and the stars beautified the sky, it was beautiful night, I closed the window and step out of Sophie’s room.Walking through the hall, seeing Anthony with Elena I walked towards him him, he held Elena in his arms. Her was still laughing but not as loud as before murmuring words that had no meaning or made no sense.Elena’s state was far from coherent; her giggles intermittently disrupted by hiccups.As we got close to Elena's room, a sudden puking noise broke the silence. Elena threw up all of a sudden, making a mess on Anthony’s shirt with the unexpected vomit. Anthony l

Anthony’s POVThe lavish splendor of the palace's dining room glimmered beneath the soft illumination of crystal chandeliers suspended from the intricate ceiling. This was the sort of setting where every gathering exuded a royal elegance. Tonight, however, held a different air. I stood near the table's head, anticipating a meeting of great importance – a rendezvous with our mother, Nancy, whose absence from our lives had seemed like an eternity. Looking around, I absorbed the grandeur of the room, its impeccable setup suggesting the significance of the moment. The doors swung open, as Micheal strolled into the dinner room, with his hair shattered and only a pair of joggers with Sophiebeside him laughing at one of his silly jokes.“ what?!!”, Sophie yelled at me but held her head in pain “ Getting drunk side effects”, I smiled and she rolled her eyes and sat down “ Why you shirtless?”, Alfred asked as he entered inside the dinning room and goes towards the fridge to get a drink.“

Elena’s POVThe air in my room felt suffocating, heavy with the remnants of the strained dinner conversation. I sat on the edge of an intricately carved armchair, my mind still reeling from the unsettling exchange that had unfolded at the table. Emotions swirled within me, a tempest of distress and confusion that clouded my thoughts.A gentle knock disrupted the silence, and I hesitated before opening the door and letting Sophie inside.. She glided in, her presence a calming beacon amidst the turmoil that enveloped the room. Her serene aura offered an immediate sense of comfort."Hey, Elena," Sophie's voice, a soothing melody, echoed in the room. "I thought you might want someone to talk to."I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation at the prospect of confiding in her. Sophie settled across from me, her gentle gaze a silent invitation to share without the need for explanations."I... I just couldn't handle it," my voice trembled, betraying the weight of the evening's events.

Micheal’s POVFADING TRUSTI relentlessly sought answers, driven by a strange mix of hatred and confusion towards Fitz. When I set my mind on something, I pursued it relentlessly. Anthony and I scoured every possible source within our pack and delved deeper into neighboring packs, making it clear to them that harboring or protecting anyone named Fitz, along with his description, would result in conflict with us. I utilized our network and resources, desperate for any clue that could uncover the mystery surrounding Fitz's actions."I need to understand what's really happening," I vented my frustration to Michael. Despite our growing determination with each passing moment, we still hadn't found any trace of Fitz.Our determined search led us through convoluted paths of rumors and whispers. As Alphas, Anthony and I spearheaded our inquiries with unwavering determination. "We can't overlook anything, Michael. Fitz being part of our pack just doesn't make sense."We delved further into our