Mason is one dark SOB! Managed to finish this chapter for you- no promises about tomorrow!
Annie sat on the edge of the bed, her posture tense, hands clenched tightly between her knees, her head bowed as if carrying the weight of the world. Her hair cascaded forward, a curtain veiling her troubled expression from the late afternoon sun filtering through the window.Sensing his mate's distress, Michael entered the room, his lion on edge at the sight of Annie's vulnerability. With each step closer, he felt the heaviness in the air, a palpable tension that threatened to suffocate them both. Kneeling in front of her, he placed his hands gently on her legs, "What's wrong, sweetheart?" Michael asked softly, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of Annie's turmoil. He met her gaze, his heart clenching at the fear he saw dancing in her eyes, a reflection of the storm raging within her.Annie hesitated, her voice barely a whisper as she struggled to articulate the overwhelming emotions weighing her down. "I... I..." she began but then, she shook her head, dismissing her own vulnera
The loud knock at the door jolts Darius awake, causing him to grunt and shift in his sleep-induced haze. Disoriented, he surveys his surroundings before his gaze settles on his mate, peacefully asleep in his arms. A soft smile graces his lips as he admires the relaxed features of his beloved while he slumbers. Memories of their earlier passionate encounter flicker in his mind, the intensity of their connection still lingering. They had fallen asleep spent on the couch.Now fully awake, Darius feels a presence pushing into his mind. He reluctantly lowers his mental barriers, and Prius's voice filters through."Alpha, it's me at the door. I'm sorry to bother you, but we have to talk," Prius's urgency is like a cold wake-up call, and Darius suddenly becomes alert. "Give me five minutes. Wait for me in the office," he replies through the link. He disentangles himself slowly from his mate's arms. John whimpers in his sleep at the loss, but Darius plants a soft kiss on his forehead. "Sleep
Kali sat in her softly lit room, her hand absentmindedly playing with the pages of her grimoire laid open on the table in front of her. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of retaliation against the arrogant, domineering figure known as Mason. She paced back and forth, plotting her next move, when suddenly, Mason appeared in the room, a satisfied grin on his face, his presence suffocating the air with tension, the smell of damp still lingering in his clothes. His black eyes were as dark as ever, yet there was something different to him. It was so subtle that Kali doubted the warlock had even realised it.Startled, Kali whipped around to face him, her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and fury coursing through her veins. "What do you want, Mason?" she spat, her voice laced with defiance.Mason smirked, his eyes glinting with malice. "Call the Alpha dog," he ordered with a condescending tone."I am not your bitch, Mason. Call him yourself," Kali retorted, her jaw clenching.Bef
John stepped outside onto the patio at the back of the pack house with Darius, the scene before him bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The firepit crackled and flickered, casting a comforting warmth that cut through the chill of the evening air. The pack members bustled around, their laughter and chatter filling the air as they mingled and enjoyed each other's company. A sense of contentment washed over John as he took in the sight before him. These people, this pack, were more than just shifters of his mate’s pack—they felt like family. He lightly squeezed his mate's hand, his heart swelling with affection as he looked upon his handsome face, framed by long, styled hair and a neatly trimmed beard. A dark thought slithered into John's mind, the lynx within him hissing with discontent. How had someone as good-looking as his mate ended up with someone as average as him?What were the fates thinking? The thought gnawed at him, but before he could spiral into darker thoughts, his
Stunned by the unexpected encounter, John's mind reeled with a whirlwind of questions. Who was this man? And why did he look so much like Zion? But as he searched for answers in the depths of the stranger's gaze, John knew one thing for certain: his escape had been thwarted, and he was now at the mercy of this mysterious newcomer."Let me go!" John growled lowly, his tone desperate as he shifted back into his human form. He wasn't about to resort to violence, but he needed to break free from the stranger's tight hold.Struggling against the man's grip, John's mind raced with questions. What did this stranger want from him? And why didn’t he exactly feel like a stranger? The confusion only intensified as he felt his lynx's own bewilderment echoing in his mind.Sensing John's agitation, the man relaxed his hold slightly, but he didn't release him completely. "What's going on? Calm down," the man urged, his voice filled with concern, but John couldn't afford to stay there any longer. Wi
It was as if a tornado had torn through Lex's office, leaving destruction in its wake. Arlo, who had borne the brunt of Mason's fury, was on the floor against the wall. The warlock had unleashed his powers in a fit of rage upon hearing the news of John's escape. The once orderly room was now a scene of chaos, with cracked walls, plaster dust coating every surface, and a suffocating aura of darkness lingering in the air. "Tell me what happened again," Mason's voice commanded, dark and menacing. Arlo swallowed hard from his place on the floor, his face cut and bruised, his clothes torn and revealing healing wounds on his body. "By the time we got there, he was going through a portal," Arlo explained, readjusting his broken nose. "I tried to grab him, but I only managed to slash his back." "Bloody Zion," Mason growled, his voice impressively low, as if he were a primal shifter. "But I will take care of it once I snatch his precious little thing before his eyes." He squeezed his fists ti
John slowly began to stir, the grogginess of sleep clinging to him as he gradually became aware of his surroundings. The scent of disinfectant filled his nose- what was he doing in the infirmary. Lying face down on the bed, he furrowed his brow in confusion, unsure of where he was. As he contemplated moving, the hushed whispers of familiar voices reached his ears, causing him to feign continued slumber. "What happened out there?" Sera's voice was laced with worry. "And more importantly, why was he out there alone, Alpha?". Darius's response was hesitant, his sheepish admission hanging in the air. "I have no idea. He said he was going to run with the pack, and...," his voice trailed off, unable to offer a clear explanation. Sera's concern mirrored Darius's uncertainty, their collective confusion palpable in the sterile room. John's attention shifted when Zion asked “And you? Can you tell us anything?” Another voice he didn't recognize at first, but then it clicked—his cousin, Magnus
Darius approached the infirmary room where John was, his heart heavy with remorse. From outside, he could hear John's voice, wavering with uncertainty as he spoke to Sera. "I'm okay, Grandma," John insisted, his tone pleading. "You're the doctor, and you said I'm healed. I wanna go please” he begged, but then paused “Can I... can I come stay with you, please?"As Darius entered the room, John's gaze lifted, locking onto his with a mixture of fear and anguish. The Alpha's expression remained unreadable, causing John's heart to twist with apprehension. What did Darius want now?Meanwhile, Sera, sensing the tension, attempted to intervene. "Darius," she began, her voice a gentle plea, hoping to prevent John from crumbling again after she had just managed to calm him down.Ignoring Sera's attempt to shield John, Darius stepped into the room, his gaze unwavering. "Out," he commanded, gesturing towards the door. Sera shook her head defiantly, unwilling to let John be hurt further. However