Sybil's P.O.V
Calliope's room was everything a hippie could dream of. Various shades of greens, yellows, browns, a mix of peace signs, pink fabrics, and so much more was spread out through the room. It would have been a beautiful room except for the dead plants scattered close to the walls. She was a dryad after all. Without her around, they probably were drained of their life.
I thought as I looked around. I'm not sure who Calliope was as a person, but her overall aura I got from her was nothing but pure. She must have been a kind and gentle soul. She cared about her plants like they were her own children. I guess this from how neatly her plants were placed. My guess is the sun would always hit them just right during the day. I would have loved to meet you Calliope.
I'm not sure how long I spent looking around her room. I checked the dressers, the closet, even under the bed. Nothing was here. I sighed and sat down at the corner of her bed.
"Ow!" I yelped.
Something hard was under the mattress. I lifted the blankets and the sheet to see a small hole cut out of the mattress. That definitely wasn't how it was sold. I carefully reached into the hole and felt around. At first it was nothing but fluff, but then I felt it. Something square and hard. A book. I pulled it out to see it decorated to the max.
No amount of scrapbooking was spared when it came to this book. I briefly flicked through the pages to see it was clearly a diary of sorts– give or take that there were a few hand doodled drawings. I clutched the book to my chest. Normally I couldn't wait to read something like this, but being in her room felt wrong.
I nodded to myself as I took the book back to Heath's room. When I got there I shimmied out of my pants as I tossed them aside. What? A girl likes to be comfortable. I don't even think I had my own room here, but I am sure Heath wouldn't mind sharing. I grinned as I entered the room. I didn't bother to shut the door and sat on the bed towards the headboard. Before I could second guess myself, I opened the book.
Centuries have passed since I came to live with my new brothers and sisters. We move around frequently. However, I am fine anywhere that there are plants. I was never allowed to care for my own plants when I was with him. I am Princess Calliope of Vestusa. That is my original home land. I do miss it dearly at times. I miss the way everywhere you looked was green. Just miles and miles. Then he came and everything I ever loved was killed.
That was a rather short entry. I scanned more into the book. For a while she just spoke about how the land she loved was. She mentioned no family, and how it was always her against the world. I must have reread the entries about when she met the others several times. She spoke about them in such a fondness that warmed my soul. I understood their love for each other on a whole different level. I knew how much she loved them, and how much they loved her.
Word of where I am has spread back to him. I fear not even in death I will escape him. I never said this outloud, but I can't keep it all bottled up. His name was Maverick, and he was the one who took everything from me. I was told that it was a princess's job to be married off to strengthen the kingdom. I just never thought how much everything would change.
I understand the need to want to keep one's own kingdom safe, but I only wish things could be different. I was so enraged with him. He took everything from me. I had made a life away from royalty— it was beautiful. I don't regret what I did for a second. I scoured the earth and different realms for him. Through each tree, bush, blade of grass— I never let up. For the first time in my life I craved blood and death. It's not a feature to have in a Dryad. This was different. He wanted to claim me as his own. He tried to take MY home from me. All for what?! I only hope that those souls who were taken from this world have found a life to live in the beyond. Thankfully he is in the world beyond the doors. Let him suffer once more.
Based on what I was reading it seemed like this Maverick guy was a real piece of work. It seemed like he was more power hungry and crazy than anything else. Calliope was not a threat to take likely either. It made me think of the potential she had with her abilities. She was raised in this world, and she knew she was different. She must have known certain powers she would come into.
Noise bristled outside the bedroom door. I set the book down on the nightstand and looked at the door. What in the hell was that? It sounded like laughter. The sound of tumbling down the hallway made me hug my knees to my chest. Did someone just– fall?
Then Heath appeared in the doorway. He seemed to look down the hall grinning. I sucked in my breath. Oh that grin could stop wars— or start them. I grinned at my own thoughts before Alexander stepped beside Heath. A soft chuckle escaped my lips. They were drunk.
"Mhm— she is already where we want her, Heath." He said.
I stopped as my thighs clenched together at his words. They were looking at me like I was their prey— and this didn't bother me one bit. They knew I was attracted to them both. Alexander had proven to me that we were not bound to just one love. Maybe… maybe I should embrace this. That thought alone made me wet.
I stepped off the bed onto the floor and licked my bottom lip as they watched me. When I stood up, it must have surprised them because they no longer joked or laughed with one another. My hips sauntered over to them and I grabbed Heath's collar of his shirt before yanking him over the doors threshold. Before I could hesitate I turned to Alexander and looped my finger in the waistband of his jeans to pull him inside the room as well.
I could feel the growl of lust in his body. A low growl came from him. My wolf. My thoughts surprised me. I accept. He's mine. As is Heath. My hands morphed into their talons as I ripped his shirt in half. His reaction told me he didn't care about the marks I left on his chest, because in a split second his hands were all over my body. His mouth tangled in mine in a wrestle of domination. Something told me outside of the bedroom Alex was a sweetheart, in the room however– that is an entirely different subject.
I sunk my teeth into his bottom lip until blood was drawn. He snarled and it only made me wetter. It was always the quiet ones who were the real doms.
"You may be a wolf— but you'll have to make me submit." I whispered.
As soon as those words left my lips he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. I gasped in surprise, but I had no time to react because he was on me in a hot second! He ripped my shirt in half just like I had done to him— only I wore no bra, and now my breasts were on full display for him to devour with his eyes. I looked over to see Heath. My nipples hardened at the sight. He had removed his clothes and now stood beside the bed in only his boxers. Damn, he looked so smug right now.
Someone grabbed my chin and I was forced to look back at Alex. He leaned down to playfully nip my neck with his teeth.
"Don't look away from me, Sybil. Otherwise, I'll have to punish that plump ass of yours." He whispered.
I shivered with delight. This I could get with. Outside this door he would be loving and gentle. In the bedroom was a different story. One that I gladly welcomed.