Billionaire Quadruplet Alphas

Thursday 24th September, 2020

Star’s POV

I sighed and shut my eyes. My head was throbbing!

“Not that I care,” I said slowly. “But what is the main thing Angie wants?”

“To be Luna obviously by marrying Jonah,” muttered Brink.

I opened my eyes. I went towards him holding the bars of the cage.

“Do you secretly hate Harper or something?” I asked.

“No,” he said sadly.

“Then why are you doing this?” I asked, trying not to cry from the pain and the situation.

“God, my head!” I muttered.

“Then stop fighting me,” hissed Brink.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re struggling against my hold mentally, trying to mind-link the others,” he said.

I could see the veins in his temples. He was actively blocking me somehow. I let go for a second and relaxed my mind. I stopped trying to mind-link anyone. I focused on talking to Brink. Maybe he would be more likely to help me if he didn’t have a headache too.

“Ok,” I breathed.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully.

“You’re welcome,” I said softly.

“Brink, please, make some sense out of all of this nonsense. I’m tired. And if it helps, I don’t actually want to be Luna. I just want to be with the Quads, all four of them unfortunately for me,” I admitted. It hurt to admit that I still loved Jonah so desperately. I kept picturing him over me in the snow. It was the most intimate we had ever been and I had loved every second of it. I pushed that memory from my mind. It was too hard to think about.

“I wish Angie was like you then,” whispered Brink. I heard sniffling. I looked at him. He was crying quietly.

“Brink, what is it?” I asked.

“Star, don’t be nice to me when I helped kidnap you!” He said, getting annoyed.

I sighed and looked away.

“Angie’s my mate,” Brink whispered so softly I almost didn’t catch it.

Gross.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

He deserved my condolences. His mate was a monster and she was making him help her scheme another man into marrying her but that didn’t absolve him of the responsibility. It also didn’t absolve Jonah of his accountability. He chose the most devious person imaginable to be his decoy which put me at as much risk as the curse itself come to think about it.

“She said if I helped her force Jonah’s hand, she would divorce him after a while and be with me,” said Brink.

“Why would she ever divorce him? She wouldn’t be Luna anymore if she did! And what about the other three Quads?” I asked.

“Jonah is the eldest so his wife would have the most claim over being Luna if they didn’t all decide on one person,” said Brink.

“Ok, but she’d still have to stop being Luna if she…” I began.

“No not necessarily,” said Brink. “Ever heard of Luna Elizabeth Mason of Marigold?”

“Is that Alpha Maze’s Mom?” I asked, guessing.

“Yeah, she was Luna of Marigold before Friday although Friday’s Mom, Felicity, was the rightful fated mate of Maze’s Dad, Malachi,” explained Brink.

“Her claim to Luna is further legitimised by the fact that she produced Malachi’s first male heir, Maze. His daughter with his mate is younger and well, a girl, and his son with his mate is like two years old. Maze is already ruling as the rightful alpha and Elizabeth remains a former Luna of Marigold. Felicity never actually got to be Luna,” said Brink.

My heart sank.

“So what, you two will keep me down here until Angie gives birth?!!” I snarled. A bottle of ink on the desk in the corner exploded, splattering the walls with the black liquid. Brink jumped.

“I agreed for you too! Angie asked me to kill you and I just couldn’t so this is our compromise,” said Brink.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! No! You can’t do this! You can’t keep me down here for years! Jonah doesn’t even sleep with Angie anymore!” I said.

“No but I do. She’ll get pregnant and pass the baby off as Jonah’s. She’s gonna get him drunk on the wedding night and make him think he lost control and slept with her,” said Brink.

I was seething. They were both crazy. They were heinous. I was shaking.

“Don’t you dare shift,” warned Brink.

I screamed. I heard the deafening hum of electricity as I blew every light bulb in the huge mansion.

Holly’s POV

“Dad, I’m so sorry! Please don’t hate me! I’ll fix this and find Star right away!” Promised my Lord, Prince Harper to Lord Heath.

“I could never hate you, Harper,” said Lord Heath softly.

He had just arrived on the Viper Moon Pack Lands after news of Star fleeing the hospital reached him.

I felt awful. I had shed a tear or two. Harper thought I was upset because his former courtesan, Angie, clearly a common harlot elevated to a high social standing, had slighted me with her insinuations. I was jealous. It was true. I fancied myself a favourite of his Highness but I was not naive. I had never intended to become so close to the Prince. My attachment to him had already clouded my judgement. I should have kept a closer eye on Princess Hannah, the other child of Hesper. I had the lingering Lotus in my position but I still had not completed my task. The task was of utmost importance.

My human father had been the son of the doctor who birthed Princess Hannah when Princess Hesper had found delivering the second twin difficult. My grandfather, a human who served werewolves, a rarity, had bundled up the baby pretending the little Princess was afterbirth. Grandfather had shared this with me. I knew many things. Things no one else knew, not even the royal Fae and the noble werewolves. I had found my grandfather’s writings. His journal had proved most interesting.

My grandfather had been powerless to act. He was only human. His son who came after him was human too, but I was Fae, of the Fall, but I would not let the Winter Fae Kingdom and Princess Hesper down. However, I needed to help Prince Harper find Princess Hannah before I revealed any of my knowledge. I had many secrets to reveal, the most shocking of which was this: The person on the throne, the supposed Winter Fae Queen, was an imposter!