I know, his self loathing gets a bit much. But there's a reason for this, he's not just whiney because of his guilt.
OrionI’m pacing in Arkyn’s war room, trying to shake off the conversation I just had with Zane. The witches have tied him up in more ways than one, and we can’t afford to lose any more ground.Arkyn stands near the window, his broad shoulders tense as he watches me. His silence speaks volumes, but I know he’s waiting for me to give him the full rundown on what the witch said.I stop pacing, turning to face him. “Zane’s got a failsafe on him—a magical lock, I guess you’d call it. He can’t talk about the witches’ final plans unless he’s speaking directly to them.”Arkyn’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t look surprised. “Figures those witches would have a backup plan. They’re not stupid. They wouldn’t let Zane go free without some sort of leash.”“Yeah, but this means we’re stuck,” I say, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “He’s already given us a lot of intel, but we need more. The witches will know if he tries to give us the rest.”Arkyn’s gaze sharpens, and he turns toward th
OrionThe sound of heavy boots echoes through the pack house just before Creed Volkov walks in, filling the space with his sheer presence. I glance up as he strides through the door, his blond hair pulled back and his piercing blue eyes scanning the room like he’s assessing everything in one go. Built like a damn tank, Creed’s the kind of Alpha that makes people stop and stare—not just because of his size, but because of the raw power that rolls off him in waves.“Fuck,” Creed says with a grin, his deep voice booming. “Everywhere I turn, I see a Leonetti.”I can’t help but chuckle, even though the situation is anything but light. “Yeah, we’re hard to get rid of.”He steps forward and takes my hand in a firm grip, pulling me into a half-hug, his massive arm slapping me on the back. Last time I saw him, he and Nova helped us deal with the Meraloth that had possessed my sister, Morana. It wasn’t an experience any of us would forget.Nova follows in right behind Creed, her blonde hair ju
OrionZane’s eyes snap up to meet mine, surprise flickering in them, but he doesn’t say anything. His lips part like he wants to respond, but the words don’t come. Instead, he just stares at me, his expression torn.“Orion…” he starts, his voice barely a whisper. “You shouldn’t—”“Don’t,” I cut him off, stepping closer. “Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t feel. I’ve been through enough to know what I want, and what I don’t.”His gaze drops to the floor, his hands shaking slightly as he clenches them into fists. I can see the internal battle going on inside him, the way he’s trying to hold it together, but it’s crumbling. He’s crumbling.“I’m not worth it,” he mutters, the words barely audible, like he doesn’t want me to hear them.I let out a frustrated breath, running a hand through my hair. “You don’t get to decide that for me, Zane.”He flinches at my tone, but he still doesn’t look up. It’s like he’s afraid to face me, afraid to let me see just how broken he really is. And ho
ZaneI’m in that space between sleep and wakefulness, the kind where you’re drifting, weightless, with nothing but the darkness around you. It’s peaceful, almost too peaceful, and for once, I don’t wake up in a cold sweat. But then something pulls me out of it: soft, warm, insistent.Lips.I blink, still disoriented, but the pressure against my mouth is unmistakable, and it’s not a dream. The kiss deepens, and I groan softly, my body reacting before my mind catches up. It’s slow, warm, and familiar. Then the scent hits me.My eyes snap open.Orion’s hovering over me, his hands on either side of my head, his face inches from mine. He’s shirtless, and by the way I can feel his hard cock against my abdomen, he’s only in his boxer shorts.The room is dim, but there’s no mistaking the possessiveness in his silver gaze. His lips brush against mine again, sending a shock of warmth through me, waking me up fully.“What the hell are you doing?” I manage to whisper, my voice thick with sleep an
OrionI wake up before the sun even rises, the room still bathed in darkness, and the only sound is Zane’s breathing—soft and steady against my chest. My arm is draped over him, holding him close, and for a moment, I just lie there, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. It’s been years since I’ve had this—since I’ve felt him this close. And for the first time in a long time, I feel… whole.The truth is, I never stopped needing him. Even after everything he did, after he broke me, I couldn’t let go. I clung to the bond, to that small part of him that still felt like mine, and I kept it close, even when it would’ve been easier to just forget. It would’ve saved me a lot of heartache if I had. But I couldn’t let go. It was stupid. I know that now. But last night, it didn’t feel like a mistake. It felt like I’d finally gotten a piece of my soul back.Zane stirs in his sleep, shifting slightly, and I pull him closer, my fingers tracing lazy patterns across his skin. He’s here. He’s
OrionI’m sitting by Zane’s bedside, watching him struggle with each breath. Nova’s still working on the spell to help him, but it’s not enough. We’re running out of time. His coughing fits have gotten worse, and every time I see more blood, a new wave of panic rolls through me. I can’t lose him—not like this, not after everything.The door creaks open, and Arkyn steps in. He’s quiet for a second, his gaze sweeping over Zane before locking onto me. I don’t need to hear him speak to know that he’s already figured it out. That sharp, calculating look he always wears is still there, but there’s a heaviness in his expression, like he’s seeing the gravity of the situation for the first time.“Orion,” he says, his voice low, careful. “We need to talk.”I push myself to my feet, running a hand over my face. “What now, Arkyn? What else do you need to hear?”He steps closer, arms crossed over his chest, his brow furrowed. “Zane must know something important for the witches to go to these leng
OrionThe air around me is thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and magic. Legion is beside me, his three-tailed fox simmering just beneath the surface, ready to tear into anyone who stands in our way. Creed is a force on his own, towering over everyone with his broad frame, a beast of muscle and power that seems to draw fear from everyone in the room. Together, we’re unstoppable—at least, that’s how it feels in the chaos of the fight.The witches don’t stand a chance. We came prepared, and now the coven is crumbling beneath our hands. Spells crackle in the air, a few last desperate attempts to hold us back, but none of it matters. I’ve got my eyes set on one person.Natasha.She’s standing in the center of the chaos, untouched by the fight, like she’s waiting for something. Her dark hair flows down her back, her eyes glowing with cruel amusement I’ve seen before. She’s powerful, there’s no question about that, but this isn’t her fight. She’s here for something bigger.Or someone.I
ZaneThe jet touches down with a low rumble, and I can already feel the tension in the air as we approach Nero’s territory. This is Leonetti land, and stepping onto it feels like walking into the lion’s den. I know the reception I’m about to get isn’t going to be friendly.As soon as the door opens and I step out, the familiar scent of pine and earth fills my senses. But that sense of home is quickly overshadowed by the heavy tension that hangs in the air like a storm waiting to break. Nero is already waiting for us at the landing site, and the second he lays eyes on me, his expression darkens.Before I can react, he’s moving toward me, his eyes blazing with fury. Every muscle in his body is tensed, ready to tear me apart, and for a second, I wonder if I’ll even survive the next few minutes.“Zane!” he snarls, his voice echoing across the open space. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing your face here.”I don’t move. I can’t. I’ve expected this, and part of me knows I deserve it. Bu