I'm surprised at how packed these clubs are; it's not even six yet. But Violet says this club is poppin' at all hours of the day, so I guess this is normal. Walking in, we go straight up to the bar and order our drinks. Gemma gets a vodka cran, Violet a jack, and coke while I go for a gin and tonic. We throw back three rounds before taking our fourth out to the dance floor. We dance for hours, and I let everything go as I dance with my new friends. After three hours, we're all coated in a light sheen of sweat and laughing breathlessly as we go to get some water before we return to dancing. After a couple minutes, Violet is grinding her ass on me when I hear a terrifying growl, and she's ripped away from me. I look up and see an absolutely delicious, ripped woman with a short faded haircut. I put my hands up in surrender as soon as I realize what was happening. "MINE," she booms at me."Don't worry, I'm with her brother. She's all yours," I say as I look at Violet, who's staring at
I laugh darkly as I approach the incubus. I will have to play this smart; if I attack right now, he could teleport, or portal, as we call it, but the fact is I need to detain him. I need to know what he knows about Amara, how he knows about it, and what the end game was. She's never expressed any type of leftover affection she might have for him. But I am genuinely unsure if she'd be okay with torturing him for information. But she has every right to know about this, so I will have to tell her before I do anything. 'Max, I need you to bring me some devilsbane ASAP,' I send through the mindlinkWhen I stand in front of the fucker, he visibly pales. Demon's scents are undetectable to any other species, a defense tactic bestowed upon us by Hades after we escaped slavery by the Angels over three thousand years ago. It's how my pack can't detect my other side and apparently how Red Moon was unable to scent the incubus among them. I have to give credit where credit is due, incubi are the
I wake up with a raging headache and groan. I can see it's dark outside, meaning I slept all day, which I kind of expected. We hadn't finished until about nine in the morning, after which Roman was in a mood and went to lead training. I understood but still had trouble falling asleep without him, mainly because I couldn't turn my mind off.Felix finally broke around eight. He told us he was working with the vampires who wanted my blood to fuel their black magic spells, that they would use me as a blood bag and use me to become more powerful. As for why me specifically, we got nowhere. He only admitted to knowing that I was a powerful hybrid, which I knew was a goddessdamn lie, or at least a half-truth.On top of that, his reward for getting me to the vampires in one piece once whatever magic I have manifested, he would get to keep me. He said this was a favor to both him and me, that I should be grateful I wouldn't be forced to live in a cage like the other blood bags. Yeah, Roman di
Mate. She was my mate. Adonis howled in my head, not caring about the destruction she was causing around us. Her black eyes never left mine as her lips curved into a smile I knew wasn't one of her kind ones. No, this smile showed two rows of terrifying serrated fangs. Her lips curled at an unnatural angle, reaching her eyes that glowed as she looked down. She drew her hands out and let out another literal earth-shattering scream. The little ground left that I was floating above crumbled beneath me, falling down to the depths of the Underworld where our kind resided. I was too far away from her, and she was definitely stronger than me. She just opened up a portal straight to the Underworld, and if I didn't stop her, this wouldn't end well. Just when I thought I knew what to do, her eyes glowed white, stopping me in my tracks. She floated higher, reached her hands straight above her head, and shot out a blinding light that I could not look at. I watched as the points in the sky where
Sparks. Intense sparks dancing across my skin are the first thing to pull me toward consciousness. I slowly start to come to. My sense of smell is the next thing to come back, and I'm overwhelmed by lavender and bamboo, like Roman's scent, but a million times more intoxicating and potent. It surrounds me like I'm bathing in it. As soon as I realize what's happening, my eyes snap open, and I shoot up. I must startle Roman because he jumps, waking up immediately. The bond snaps into place as soon as my eyes lock with his."Mate," I whisper, my hands trembling for a second.Then I'm instantly overcome with a hunger for him so unbelievably intense. I need him; I will die without him. I jump at him so fast that I barely even realize what I did and smash my lips against his. I growl and push him back when he takes control of the kiss. I look at him, my eyes clouding over with a black hue. "Amara, baby, come back to me," he whispers, running his hand up and down my body and pinching my nipp
I know she's hurting; I can feel it. I can feel her guilt, her anguish, and the worthlessness she feels. But we have to deal with this now; I can't lose her. We both shower in silence, me washing her and her washing me. I can feel her love through the bond too, which is a nice little silver lining in the turmoil of her feelings. Once we're done, we head downstairs to my office. I had already linked Seth and Aston to be there waiting. Max will be doing training today, so I'll fill him in later. He needs to be up to speed on everything, considering he doesn't even know I'm a hybrid. When we walk into my office, Aston, always the dimwit, speaks. "Hey, Luna!" he says, clapping her shoulder.I have to laugh because I feel confusion, anger, and then realization run through her emotions. I guess she forgot she was mated to an Alpha. She glares at me, probably feeling my amusement, and I pretend to choke on a cough very unconvincingly. She cracks a smile, but any amusement she had dies the
After Roman dropped me off with the girls, I did my best to try and simply hang out with them, talk with them, and enjoy their presence. But the darkness swirling inside me didn't let up; I had to count my breaths a couple times when black started to swirl into my vision. They had asked me a couple times what was wrong, noticing that I wasn't my usual cheerful, goofy self. Each time I'd simply smiled and said all was well, just that I was missing my mate. They would be filled in eventually, by their mates, or in Violet's case, by Gemma or Roman himself. Would they fear me? I wouldn't blame them if they did. I feared myself, feared what I was capable of. When I couldn't take it anymore, I stood up and returned to Roman's room, saying I was feeling unwell and needed to lie down. They probably knew I was lying, but they didn't protest. Tami didn't say anything; I think she was trying to siphon some of the darkness. I laughed bitterly, realizing my inner turmoil would somehow be much w
When I wake up the following day, the bed feels empty, and Roman's scent is faint. I groggily open my eyes and confirm he is indeed not in bed with me. I'm momentarily confused before the smell of bacon reaches my nostrils. I sit up in disbelief; there is no way the big bad Alpha is cooking me breakfast. I throw one of his shirts on and walk downstairs. My eyes widen at the sight before me. Roman is standing shirtless at the stove; a dish towel is thrown over his shoulder, a pile of pancakes and bacon is next to him, Red Hot Chili Peppers is playing on the speaker, and he's singing along. I admire the sight; how long did the Goddess have to spend sculpting this man to perfection for me? "You know you're supposed to have a shirt on when you cook, right?" I tease him as I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him "Good morning to you too, and that rule is for humans who cry over a little tiny grease splatter burning them," he says, leaning down and kissing me. "Well, you're not a