Sherry's POV: I sat on my daughter's bed as Maggie brushed my hair. "Where is Damon?" I asked softly. "In his study. Right after your meal, he asked me to inform you privately that he had something to look at," she answered as my wolf growled angrily. She didn't like that our mate was acting distant with us since Ian and his men were spending the night over. "And the twins?" I asked. "They are at the training field as usual," she answered. "Good. Now then, did you invite Alpha Ian and Beta Neo to this room?" I asked softly. "Yes, Luna, I did. Although they both looked surprised, they easily agreed," she answered. I was about to say how she had done a good job when I heard a knock. I wanted to talk to them somewhere privately, that's why I asked Maggie to be present, and I chose one of the twins' bedrooms because it was the safest choice, I believed. "Please come in," I answered, knowing fully well who they were by their scent. I heard the door open, then light footsteps ap
Garren's POV: "Is this really necessary?" I asked seriously in the bathroom, then slowly turned and looked at Roxanne, who had her back towards me. She was standing near the door, refusing to look at me just because I was bathing myself. "It is," she answered simply. For a few minutes, I deliberately tried to get her attention, yet she couldn't even glance at me. I had thought she would tend to me by going into the shower with me or helping me out of my bloody clothes. Sadly, I was wrong. "I thought you had agreed to help me change my bloody clothes," I whispered softly once I had taken a few steps forward to avoid the pouring water running into my mouth. "I did, but that didn't mean I was going to...," she trailed off, then finished her sentence. "Going to see you naked or help you bathe," she answered in a low, crackly voice. I smirked, then turned off the shower and walked to where she was. With each step I took, I could hear her breathing pick up, and that made me feel exc
Roxanne's POV: "You see, my parents were both loving to me, and they did their best to let me know how lucky I was to be born in their care. I knew they had some problems with the coven; sadly, I was too young to understand what they were," he said, then closed his eyes for a second and opened them. In them, I could see anger as well as sadness. "The day my parents died was the day I took over the role of master. I inherited it all: properties, lands, and the name itself. Although I had everything, I was broken and empty inside. When I became of age, I turned to look for comfort in women and parties," he said as I frowned. My heart was beginning to pick up and ache over his confession. "I fucked and fed from many elegant ladies who presented themselves to me, but that didn't make me feel less lonely. I actually became lonelier," he said as I found myself standing up. I felt sorry for him, and I really did want to hear the whole story, but it was getting hard for me with each sent
Ian's POV: I looked at the pack house in the rearview mirror as I drove away. Sherry, Damon, and the twins were looking at our cars happily. "They sure look happy to see us leave," I said softly. "That's because they are," Amelia answered simply. "What a weird pack," I muttered under my breath. "It wasn't as hard as we thought it would be, so let's give them some credit," Whitney said. I looked at Lee through the mirror, then nodded as he nodded back. He had the map in his hand, and we weren't going to waste any time using it. We needed to find Roxanne as soon as possible, even if she was okay. I focused on the way while stealing a few glances at Amelia, who appeared to be deep in thought. "Are you okay?" I asked in concern through our mind link. "Yes," she responded, then kept quiet. I could tell that something was bothering her through our shared bond. "Babe," I called softly. "Yes," she answered without looking at me. "I can tell that you aren't okay," I said through
Roxanne's POV: I was exhausted from lack of sleep and I somehow felt grumpy. After Garren had escorted me back to my room, he went on to his without a word. I knew he was attracted to me, but how could he be so at ease with me being in the same house as him? "You can always let me take over and seduce him," Astrid said proudly. "No way," I answered at the top of my voice, then stood up and went into the bathroom to take a bath. Once I had stripped off my clothes, I stood in the shower, enjoying the cold water running down my body. We were progressing as mates, that I knew, and he really did like me. There was no doubt about it. No one in their right mind could open up about their past life if they had no feelings for the other person. What wasn't clear to me was which side he was going to take. Just because he was accepting me, it didn't mean he would stand by my side with my father. He hated him to the bone, and he was still serving the coven. That was something he was very c
Garren's POV: I was in my office, on my laptop, going through some emails I had received from women in my past. A day had passed since what had happened between us. Although we talked a bit more about our lives, our meals together were quiet, and it seemed like we both had concerns. Was I avoiding her? Yes, totally. I was. That day, I wanted to have my way with her without stopping, but the look of uncertainty on her face was what made me pull back. I didn't want to be the selfish bastard who pushed her into having sex because of his own desires. "You think locking yourself in here would make her happy?" Roman asked. "No, it wouldn't. But she would think I'm busy doing something important," I answered as he growled at me. "We should be spending every single hour with our mate. By now, the coven elders must have known that we aren't in our castle. They might think we have switched sides," he said. "Just shut up," I said lazily, then stood up and went to open the door before Rox
Garren's POV: I looked at Ian furiously, while Roman remained silent. He was beyond shocked by his story. "Let me get this straight. Are you fucking implying that the coven I willingly serve killed my beloved parents?" I shouted. "He isn't implying, kid. He is telling you," the pureblood, whose name I had learned was Samantha, answered. "I don't want to hear this from a weakling," I spat. She hissed at me but stopped when the fairy grabbed her hand. "Just so you know, Samantha isn't a weakling. She isn't at her best right now because she avoids drinking human blood. She doesn't kill unnecessarily to feed, and she can't feed on me because who could survive being fed on for years?" The man defended her. From his words, I could tell they were either partners or sleeping together. "That's the exact definition of a weakling. She can always drink from bad guys or even the clinic if she's playing the righteous card," I mocked. I knew she hated the coven, but there was no way she would
Kyle's POV: "Kyle, do you think Mama is okay?" Tamara asked in a low tone. "Of course, she's one of the strongest vampires I know," I answered honestly. "Not anymore. Mama gave up feeding on Daddy. She is afraid of killing him, and she doesn't want to hurt humans. What if..." She cut her sentence short when her gaze went to Larson, who was looking at her with a very pissed off expression on his face. In the past weeks, he had avoided her and refused to talk to her. Whenever he did say something to her, it was either mean or mocking. She cried a few times in her given room but refused to hate or hurt him back. I was doing my best to cheer her up while uncle Blade scolded him badly for being harsh to his mate. Whenever I couldn't seem to calm her down, she talked to August, who told her a few jokes that made her laugh. Everyone was worried because there was no news yet. All we could do was wait and hope for their safe return. "Everyone, come outside now!" Jeannie screamed loudly.