Billionaire Quadruplet Alphas

Thursday 24th September, 2020

Star’s POV

My already broken heart shattered. Jonah and Noah must have signed the Marriage Certificate while Brink was still creating the illusion to make it look like a Get Well Soon Card. I held back my tears. I had to be strong. I needed to find the other three Quads and Jessie and Jamie so that we could finish this seemingly never-ending nightmare.

“We need to get out of here, pronto!” I exclaimed, as I stumbled towards the door.

I was exhausted from using my Fae powers and I was loosing b***d from the stab wound to my shoulder inflicted by a silver knife. Jonah scooped me up, carrying me out, bridal style. He glanced back at the floor a few yards away where Mrs Plastique lay slumped against the wall.

“Where’s Noah?” I asked.

“He left to meet Jamie and Jessie to do the ritual and give Alto’s body back to Georgianna,” explained Jonah, his voice strained. “We didm’t know where you were and we were scared the curse might get to you while you were out somewhere on your own.”

“But what if it’s not enough to appease Georgianna?” I asked. “Shouldn’t you and I be present at the ritual?” I asked anxiously.

“Ideally, yes, but Jamie’s amazing. She can pull it off I’m sure. She’s using two wax dolls to represent you and me infused with DNA from Harper as he’s your twin and my brothers as we’re quadruplets. I thought about that. I wasn’t sure if that would be enough but Jamie was the expert. We had reached the huge front lawn of the Plastique House.

“Let’s get there as fast as possible just in case! I have a bad feeling about Jamie’s plan. I also knew the back-up plan might involve Noah sacrificing himself.

“What was wrong with the card?” Asked Jonah anxiously. “Why does it matter that I signed it?

“Because it was our Marriage Certificate,” said a shrill voice.

I jumped, startled. I looked over Jonah’s shoulder to find none other than Angie herself strutting out of the house in yet another pair of high heels and a different dress. She had changed her entire outfit. She was wearing a figure-hugging mini lace white dress with a deep plunging neckline that went almost to her navel. Her shoes were a sparkly blue so pale they looked almost white. I assumed this was meant to be her wedding attire whether her groom was aware of that or not.

“Like my bridal look?” sneered Angie.

Harper’s POV

I was crushed. Brink had helped with the kidnapping of Star. But he was one of my best friends and fellow band mates. How could he do something like this?

“My Lord?” Said Holly, wrapping her arms around my waist to comfort me.

“I’m ok,” I lied.

“What do we do now?” Asked Holly. “Shall we go to Angie’s House

I nodded gravely.

I hoped Star was ok. If Brink had done something to her, Pariah would be down a member permanently. That was unforgivable.

“Why would Brink do this?” I wondered aloud.

“Perhaps, he did it to placate Lady Angelique,” said Holly

Jamie and Fox used their magic to teleport all of us to the Plastique Residence, right into the very parlour we had found ourselves in the last time.

“STAR!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I heard someone g***n like he or she was in pain. Star?! I ran towards the noise and found Mrs Plastique on the floor in the hallway.

“What happened?” I demanded.

She probably had something to do with Star being missing.

“Where’s Star?” I asked.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

She just g*****d.

“Where’s Angie?” I asked. “And Brink?” I snarled.

“Basement,” she mumbled.

Jamie tied her up magically so she could not escape.

We headed to the basement of the Plastique House. Holly gasped, I looked in the direction Holly was pointing as we ran down the basement stairs. Brink! He was lying on the floor locked inside of a cell.

“Brink! BRINK!” I called.

Nothing. He did not stir. I could hear his heartbeat, slow but unmistakably present.

Jamie kneeled in front of the cell, peering in at Brink. She blew a shimmery powder in his face that made him scrunch up his nose. He was waking up. He g*****d and sat up slowly. He opened his eyes. He seemed horrified to see me. I wasn’t thrilled either.

“Where’s Star?!” I demanded.

“I don’t know! She’s the one who knocked me out and put me in here!” He said.

“And let me guess? You were just minding your own business and Star came out of nowhere and did that or you had her in the cell first! And she had to lock you in to get away!” I snarled.

Brink gulped.

“Well, yeah, but listen Angie made me do it,” began Brink.

“No one can make you kidnap someone,” I scoffed.

“She’s my mate! And all she cares about is being Luna! And getting Star out of the way! What else could I do?” Cried Brink.

“You could’ve taken her to therapy instead of taking her seriously! You let Angie call the shots?! She’s clearly unhinged and you’re no better, listening to her,” I growled.

“Where’s Star?” I demanded again.

“How should I know?” He yelled.

“DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH ME!” I bellowed in my Alpha Voice, making the building shake. “FIND HER WITH YOUR POWERS!”

Brink sighed. He closed his eyes. He opened them after a few moments.

“She’s here on the estate still!” Said Brink.

“Where?” I snarled impatiently.

“Out front with Angie! And Jonah!” He added.

“Where’s Noah?” The other two Quads and I asked in unison.

“He left to go looking for Star,” said Brink.

“And you let him, knowing full well she was a prisoner here?” I asked incredulously.

“Well, she escaped,” said Brink pointedly.

“Can you open the gate…bro? Asked Brink, adding the bro as an afterthought.

I snorted with humourless Alpha.

I smashed the part with the lock on the gate, bending it, making it faulty.

“Thanks bro!” Said Brink brightly.

I glared at him.

“Bro, I’m sorry,” he mumbled, shrugging.

“No, I’m sorry,” I said as he exited the cell.

In one swift move, I snapped his neck. At least it was merciful. I could’ve let him suffer for what he did to my twin sister. He fell down dead. I stepped over him. A blatant enemy was better than a fake friend. At least, you would know what to expect already and could not be blindsided.

Star’s POV

My l*p trembled.

“What are you talking about?” Snarled Jonah.

“Harper’s friend Brink is a powerful psychic, he made an illusion where you would see a Get Well Soon Card in place of the real document, the Marriage Certificate,” I explained.

“You signed as the groom and Noah signed as our dear witness!” Cooed Angie.

“How is that even legal? Don’t you need an officiant present?” I growled.

Angie laughed humourlessly.

“An Alpha can act as an officiant once the bride and groom are members of his pack,” said Angie snidely, a smug expression on her face. “So essentially Noah did the honours.”

Jonah looked stunned.

“And why did you kidnap Star?” He demanded.

Angie snorted with laughter. “I couldn’t have her around distracting you, now could I?” Said Angie.

Jonah growled.

“What’s your problem? You proposed to me!” Said Angie pointedly.

“You tricked me into signing marriage papers and kidnapped my mate!” Yelled Jonah in his Alpha voice making the whole mansion shake and its grounds.

“You’re despicable!” Snapped Jonah. He was seething. His eyes were black. He held me close to his side.

Angie laughed coldly.

“Feel free to keep Star as your mistress!” Said Angie with a wicked smile. “I don’t mind!s”

“All you care about is being Luna!” Snarled Jonah. “Which you will never be!” He hissed.

Angie laughed loudly. Was she literally insane. “I already am!” She pointed out.

“No!” Said Jonah. His alpha voice reverberating off the walls of the Plastique Residence. “You won’t be Luna until the coronation ceremony which we won’t be holding!” He said through gritted teeth.

What about Brink?” I yelled. “Don’t you wanna be with your mate?”

Angie laughed raucously.

“You knew who your mate was this whole time?” Asked Jonah incredulously.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He snarled.

“Because it’s none of your concern,” hissed Angie

Angie’s mouth twitched. She was trembling slightly though not from fear, from rage.

“If you won’t make me your Luna, I’ll make sure you don’t have one,” she snarled viciously.

Without warning, Angie brandished a silver knife at lightning speed. She plunged it in my direction but Jonah put his arm in front of me, causing the knife to pierce the flesh of his forearm. B***d soaked into the sleeve of his shirt. He placed me on my feet.

“WHAT THE fk! ANGIE YOU CRAZY b*h!” Bellowed Jonah.

She dove at me but Jonah held her back. He shoved her and picked me up, running towards his parked car. He put me in the passenger seat and got into the driver’s seat, locking all the doors just as Angie reached the car and slammed her palm against the window on my side. I was hyperventilating. This was all too much.

“Don’t worry, this car is an armoured vehicle. She won’t be able to get in!” He assured me. “Star I’m so sorry! I’m so so so sorry!” He kept saying, over and over, like a mantra. I didn’t know what to say. I had been stunned into silence.

Jonah started the car and drove at full speed towards the gates which were a little more than a mile from the house. He grumbled realising Angie had closed them, effectively locking us in. He stopped the car.

“Should we shift and run to Jamie and Jessie instead?” He asked breathlessly.

His question snapped me out of my stupor.

“We’ve both been stabbed with silver. Your arm and my shoulder. It’ll be more of a hindrance if we’re on all fours,” I pointed out.

He nodded.

He reversed the car and drove full speed ahead, intending to ram into the gates to open them. There was a padlocked chain uniting the two gates.

Angie appeared suddenly in front of the car. I screamed. She looked deranged. She jumped onto the car’s hood while it was still heading towards the gate. He drove straight into the gate with Angie clinging to the hood.

“ANGIE LET GO!” Bellowed Jonah frustratedly.

“NEVER!” She shrieked. “I’M LUNA!”

Angie had gone off the deep end. She was clinging to the hood of the car. Jonah swerved, spinning the car round and round, but Angie didn’t fall off. Jonah drove into the gate and the padlocked chain broke allowing us through. Angie climbed onto the roof of the car. I glanced back nervously. She was on the back of the car.

Everything happened so quickly I could scarcely make sense of it all. Jonah pressed the button that opens the trunk to try to throw her off but quite the contrary occurred. She managed to climb into the open trunk and kick the backseat in, letting herself through. She pounced on me grabbing my neck from behind. I felt the burn of the silver blade as it touched my throat. She was going to slit my throat. Before I could grab her hands or defend myself, I heard a sickening snap and then the clatter of the knife as it fell to the floor.

Jonah stepped on the brakes, screeching to a halt, causing us both to jerk forwards, straining against the seatbelts. I glanced around. When she had put the silver knife to my throat to try to kill me, Jonah had snapped her neck. I was shocked. She lay motionless, slumped against the car door. If I didn’t know any better, I would say she was sleeping.

I was so shocked by this turn of events, all I could do was stare at her lifeless body. I looked at Jonah. He was staring at Angie in the backseat. He looked at me. His face was pale and strained.

“I had to,” he murmured. “She was out of control,” he whispered, his eyes pleading.

I nodded slowly, still panting from the effort of everything we had been through.

“Are you ok?” Jonah whispered.

Was I ok? No, I was not.

“I’m ok,” I lied.