Billionaire Quadruplet Alphas

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Star’s POV

It was finally time for Pariah to perform. I squealed with excitement. The guys took the stage. The crowd was screaming. The shrill screams of the groupies rang out over all the rest.

“Go Harper!” I cheered from the wings.

“Hey guys, we’re Pariah!” Said Harper into the microphone eliciting a deafening chorus of more screaming.

He grinned and signalled to the band. They played my favourite song, Luna, first. Their sound was alternative rock. Harper’s unique voice was so alluring and his onstage presence was captivating. All eyes were on him. Even the disgruntled looking Quads were staring at him. Harper played lead guitar and sang. Brink also had a few guitar solo segments. River’s bass guitar and Chester’s drumming kept the tempo. The song was infectious.

They moved smoothly into playing the fan favourite, Fated. The girls were dancing and singing along. The guys’ theatrics on stage were quite amusing. I couldn’t look away. They finished with the song Rejected which was a slower, more sombre song requiring a greater vocal range. Harper sang it flawlessly, belting out the notes. They finished on a high note and the screams shook the theatre. The girls continued to scream mindlessly as Pariah the band left the stage.

Harper returned to the stage with his acoustic guitar and sat on a stool. The spotlight was just on him. A hush fell over the theatre as he began to strum his guitar, playing a beautiful melancholic song. He sang just as sweetly as he had last night. The girls were swooning. This was the song he had ran by me, The One. Everyone listened intently. He played the last few chords and as the music stopped, the spell of silence he had cast on the spectators was broken. Another round of shrill screams longer than all the others rang out. I screamed too and jumped up and down. He had done brilliantly. I had edged close to the side of the stage and was within view of the Quads who noticed me squealing over Harper. I was met with four frowns and eight narrowed green eyes. I stifled a laugh and slipped further back into the wings so that I was obscured from view.

“I just wanna dedicate that performance to my Movie Star, Hannah,” said Harper to the cheering crowd. His declaration was met with aww’s. He ran towards me in the wings and scooped me up, spinning me around. I giggled. He hugged me tightly whilst my feet were still lifted off the ground. He released me and kissed my forehead.

“What did you think?!” He asked.

“Absolutely amazing! I loved it! Both the band and the solo song!” I said.

“Thanks, Movie Star!” Said Harper.

Harper nuzzled me again and then touched his forehead to mine. For some strange reason, this made me emotional. I flung my arms around his neck and he held me tightly.

What’s wrong, Movie Star? He asked in my mind.

Mind-linking Harper was always so seamless, as easy as breathing.

I have to have a very difficult conversation with someone I love very much very soon, I said, meaning my grandmother and my parentage.

That’s a lot of very’s! Exclaimed Harper.

I giggled.

I felt so…complete, whole despite everything that had happened in a short space of time.

“What the f**k do you think you’re doing?!” Yelled a familiar voice.

Zaya.

I jumped, startled. I removed my arms from around Harper but he kept his around me protectively. He looked at Zaya with a bored expression on his face.

“This whole thing is supposed to be charade and yet I find you embracing in a dark little corner where no one can see?!” Hissed Zaya, stalking up to us, his eyes black and his canines bared.

He was right. It did look suspicious, but it really wasn’t. I just didn’t know how to explain it to Zaya.

“Zaya, please, Harper is just a close friend,” I said, feeling close to tears at the thought of them fighting.

“Get the f**k away from him!” Snapped Zaya.

“Not if you’re going to charge at him!” I said.

Zaya roared. He was shaking. Oh no! I heard the sound of fabric ripping and bones breaking as he transformed, growing larger and sprouting fur. Zaya’s wolf was massive, light brown in colour with his same piercing green eyes. Most werewolves retained their eye colour in their wolf forms and their hair colour usually became their fur colour.

Deviations from these rules were exceptionally rare and usually held great meaning. Despite the gravity of the situation, my she-wolf marvelled at her strong beautiful mate. Harper quickly placed me behind him. He shifted too in mere seconds just as quickly as the youngest alpha. My jaw dropped. Harper’s fur was snow white.