Chapter: 39********Kurt approached the bed with caution, as if afraid of being seen. He took a seat beside Dirk and extended his hand, fingers hovering just above Dirk's forehead. With care, he released a small amount of his pheromones, feeling the merging of his brothers' pheromones with his own, hoping it would bring comfort and relief. The energy of their bond pulsed between them, a connection he was determined to preserve.As the pheromones enveloped Dirk, Kurt watched closely for any signs of improvement. Gradually, Dirk's breathing eased, and his features relaxed slightly. The scent of Dirk's pheromones began to dissipate, and soon the air in the room became breathable once again. Time was of the essence. Leaning in closer, Kurt brushed his lips against Dirk's ear and whispered, "We're here, Sweet Prince. We'll protect you, we'll love you. Please, trust us."Dirk moaned softly, making all three Lycgers lose their minds once more.("You both hear that?") Kurt asked.("How could
Chapter: 40********The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the majestic mansion before them. The triplets stood shoulder to shoulder, their powers crackling with raw energy, poised to create a seal that would shield Dirk from harm. Meeting each other's gaze, an unspoken understanding passed between them. The time had come to unleash their combined strength. As power surged through their arms and into their hands, a fleeting hesitation gripped them. Would this be enough? They had never attempted such a spell before. Nevertheless, it had to be done.Stepping forward, Seth's eyes glowed with a vibrant golden hue. He raised his hands, and streams of shimmering gold energy flowed from his fingertips. The energy danced and twirled, weaving intricate patterns in the air. It swirled and grew, gradually forming a solid barrier that enveloped the mansion.Beside him, Tricc's eyes ignited with a fiery red light, his hair mirroring the same hue. He clenched his fists, and f
Chapter: 41********The Pack lived in fear of the Rogue King, well aware of his lethal nature and merciless ways. Regardless of age or the severity of the offense, Malta was known to exact punishment with extreme prejudice upon those who disobeyed his orders or failed to fulfill their duties. It seemed almost certain that death awaited them all.The Betas could sense their master's icy glare, demanding answers that he fully intended to extract from them. "Well?" The piercing green gaze of the Rogue King drilled into the remaining Werewolves, causing them to shrink in fear. None wanted to be the next subject of his wrath. "Speak!"The King took a step forward, his imposing figure casting a threatening shadow over the smaller Werewolves. "Who else has failed in their assignment?" His voice was low and menacing, his eyes forcing them to look away. "Answer me!" The commanding voice of the Rogue King reverberated off the walls, shattering the silence. His presence weighed heavily upon the
Chapter: 42********As Dirk slowly opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by the familiar comfort of his bedroom. The events of the previous night felt like a distant memory, almost akin to a dream. Shifting in his bed, a renewed energy coursed through his veins, awakening his senses and leaving him feeling different, rejuvenated. It had been a while since he had last awakened feeling so refreshed, and it wasn't solely due to a good night's sleep. An underlying sense of excitement filled him at that moment.A smile graced Dirk's lips. "Rise and shine, my darling," he whispered, believing the room was empty. His hands moved from behind his pillow to rest upon his chest. With one hand, he rubbed the smooth skin of his belly, feeling the heat rising on his cheeks. His fingers then wandered over the contours of his body, and then to his neck... Kurt had touched him there... He thought, feeling the warmth of his skin. The sensation made him smile again. They were here, with him. He
Chapter: 43********Bogo didn't obey; he followed after him. Dr. Naam, who could now breathe again once Dirk had left, rushed over to the balcony to see which way the Boss was headed and to be ready to order the guards to follow suit.All else faded away. His thoughts were consumed with the three men that had taken up residence deep within his heart. The three brothers that he hadn't seen in years, but whose absence was causing him physical pain, even now.The exit doors burst open and Brotton and Terezi rushed into the living room. Each held a worried look on their faces, they tried to stop the Boss by asking where he was headed and if he needed the cars ready, but Dirk ignored them and walked past, leaving the bodyguards no choice but to follow closely behind.Dirk stumbled out the doors, his bare feet padding against the cool floor. The sun's rays stung his skin, and he instinctively shielded his face with one hand as he made his way toward the compound gate. Bogo, sensing the urg
Chapter: 44******Kurt followed Bogo into the kitchen, taking in the bustling activity of the kitchen staff preparing food. He turned to Bogo and said, "I don't need anyone else in here. Please ask them to leave. I will prepare the meal for Dirk myself." Bogo nodded and quickly instructed the staff to leave the kitchen, leaving Kurt and himself in charge. Alone, Kurt rolled up his sleeves and got to work. He moved with precision and grace, the kitchen coming to life under his skillful hands. Meticulously selecting the freshest ingredients, he handled them with care and attention to detail. With every slice of the knife, he effortlessly transformed the raw ingredients into delicate, colorful pieces of art. The aroma of herbs and spices filled the air as Kurt expertly seasoned and cooked each element of the meal. "I tried to find you and your brothers last night," Bogo began, his voice filled with urgency. "But I couldn't locate your whereabouts. I was worried sick." Kurt nodded, h
Chapter: 45********They held onto him tightly, crushing his ribcage under their paws. Their claws dug into the flesh of his arms, and the sharp points of their fangs pierced his skin, causing blood to spurt through the air and hit their teeth. Blood gushed from his neck in streams, and pain shot across his back as they tossed him around like a rag doll. Their strength was incredible, and his entire body screamed in agony. There was nothing he could do.He tried to scream, but the pressure on his windpipe prevented him from forming words. He thrashed about, kicking and scratching wildly as his body was dragged forward. His limbs were starting to go numb, the blood loss taking its toll on him. The taste of iron flooded his senses, making his stomach churn unpleasantly. He whimpered and struggled to get free. He had been caught unprepared, and they had him so easily. There was no doubt in his mind that they planned to kill him. He was completely helpless, and he hated feeling powerless
Chapter: 46*******The kiss was fleeting, yet when they parted, both seemed dazed, breathing heavily as if it had been their final breath. Their hands lingered at each other's waist, their bodies touching. Flush with exertion and desire, their cheeks glowed, and their eyes sparkled like sapphires as they locked gazes. Their breath hitched as they closed their eyes, savoring the moment.Seth chuckled heartily. ("Well, well, well. Looks like we've got quite the situation on our hands, don't we, boys?")Tricc smiled. ("I can hardly contain myself at this point.")("I want to kiss him again,") Kurt interjected, and his brothers growled.("No more kissing for you. You need to save some for us too, you greedy little—") ("Okay, that's enough,") Seth cut in before Tricc and Kurt could start bickering again. ("Each of us needs to bond with him. Kurt is doing a great job, and I think we need to do the same.") Seth's words halted when he heard Dirk's voice. The link fell silent as they all wai
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Dirk cradled his son in his arms, sprinting back to the Pack, the distant howls of his mates fading into the background. His mind was ablaze with fury, his son's body hanging limply as if he had transformed into mere paper within his grasp. Doubts gnawed at him — had he erred by casting Talon into the sea? Could this impulsive act have dire consequences for his son's well-being? If Altair was truly the Spirit Wolf responsible for marking Talon, did this mean that hurling Talon into the unforgiving depths would irrevocably impact the life of his only child? As he laid the boy on the bed, Caleb and Phoenix swiftly attended to him. While running, Dirk had summoned them, relieved to find them awaiting his arrival upon reaching the Pack. It wasn't Dirk's call that initially alerted them to the crisis, but rather little Bryn's confession to Phoenix. "I untied the strings on Talon's bedroom door," the tearful girl murmured, her distress evident. "I'm so sorry!" Her plea tugged at Phoen
TALON **** Nine. At the age of nine, I ran out of the blood that sustained me. For a year, I struggled silently, unwilling to reveal how deeply it affected me. I tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy without it, but my efforts only led to restlessness, unconsciousness, and sleepless nights. The cold crept in, the bed felt foreign. Who could I confide in? Who would listen to the plea of a vampire boy thrust into a family where he never belonged? The memory of that fateful day still haunts me. How could I have mercilessly attacked Dirk? I couldn't explain the overwhelming impulse that drove me. The desire to connect with what he possessed consumed me. Did that make me insane? Powerless? A maniac, perhaps. I endured the consequences, tormenting myself night after night. I yearned to reverse time, but it was an irreversible deed. I had to bear the burden for the rest of my days. I had committed a shameful act, sowing seeds of hatred in the hearts of those who professed to love
Altair sat at his favorite spot by the little pond, feeding the fishes gathered around his feet. They nipped on the bread, tickling him and eliciting laughter. He cherished these tiny companions, finding solace in their company when his parents were absent after his school days. While he longed for his parents, he understood the demands of their work. His eighth birthday was approaching, and he anticipated it eagerly. Turning eight meant training with the older children, a prospect that excited him. He yearned to build his strength to confront the boys who often taunted him. Running out of bread, he gazed at his swimming friends with a smile. "You've finished it all. Now, I must attend to my homework!" he exclaimed to the fishes, rising from his seated position by the pond. After brushing off his pants, he hurried through the garden towards the manor as the evening descended, mindful of completing his tasks before dinner. "Altair!" Bryn's voice called out as she spotted him a
Chapter: 94 ******* "What's wrong?" they asked, their faces etched with concern. "I-I... ahh!" He cried out in pain. "Does it hurt?" Tricc inquired, placing a hand on his stomach. Dirk nodded frantically, the pain intensifying. "Okay, we need to go," Tricc declared, swiftly lifting Dirk as if he weighed nothing and hastening to the car, with Seth and Kurt keeping pace beside them. The journey back to the Pack's hospital was frantic, each of Dirk's cries piercing their hearts. The sudden onset of pain and distress, with the baby not expected for another three days and a necessary operation looming, left the Lycgers bewildered. Upon reaching the hospital, Tricc once more cradled their nearly unconscious mate, rushing into the lobby as Seth and Kurt urgently called for Dr. Creiff. Responding to the urgency in their voices, Dr. Creiff quickly appeared, assessing Dirk's condition with a touch to his forehead and recoiling at the heat emanating from the Lion. "What's ha
Chapter: 93 ******** "Where are we going?" Dirk inquired, repeating the question for the fourth time that evening. They had been en route for nearly an hour. It was a Saturday, and he was reluctant to leave the comfort of his bed. Each movement felt like a heavy burden on his legs. Anticipation for the arrival of the baby was high; he longed for a moment of respite. Thoughts of Talon had consumed him since his birthday morning. Although he hadn't laid eyes on the boy since updates on his well-being were frequent. Talon seemed to be adjusting to the daily spoonful of blood. However, as Dirk entered his final month, the looming question emerged: would he still be able to provide a refill once the last bottle ran dry? Nonetheless, arrangements had been made with his mates. They had prepared additional bottles, preserved by Tircc's spells. The issue now lay in the duration these bottles would last before a permanent solution could be found. The precious little angel didn't deserve
Chapter: 92 ******* The Lycgers swiftly assisted their mate to his feet and guided him towards a plush sofa, ensuring he sat comfortably as Tricc tended to the wound inflicted by the boy. "Shall I contact Creiff?" Seth inquired, receiving a confirming nod from Kurt. "We must ascertain the well-being of the child," Tricc added. "How did you get this?!" Phoenix's voice pierced the room, drawing all present gazes towards the boy, now resting limply in Caleb's grasp, while Phoenix scrutinized the mark on his arm. "Talon, can you hear me?" he questioned, but the boy seemed detached from his surroundings. The Lycgers approached to witness the scene, their gasps echoing as they beheld the glowing crimson mark encircling Talon's left forearm, extending to his elbow—the root of it all was a perfectly imprinted mark. "The mark of the Spirit wolf," Tricc whispered, prompting puzzled glances from his brothers, who momentarily forgot his extraordinary abilities. "But how?" Tricc
Chapter: 91******The room was shrugged in darkness, the only light coming from the dim fire that crackled from the furnaces, creating a cozy heat that settled around the body of the young child on the bed. A soft breeze swept through the room and the scent of fresh flowers wafted through the air. The sounds of distant laughter, chirping birds, and the gentle clinking of bottles from outside his opened windows were all heard by Talon. He was no baby, and no matter how much they tried to keep it away, he knew his mother had died. Someone had killed her, and stolen the only family he had left in this world. While his mother had shared tales of his Uncle Dirk, he had never felt close to this unknown relative until he was brought to this household two months ago. Although the pack house is filled with warmth, and a family bond grows amongst all who live within the Estate still, Talon feels lost and unwanted in this place. Despite the kind efforts of those around him to make him feel at
Chapter: 90*******"Andrew who?" Dirk questioned, seeking clarification. Seth took a deep breath and gently held Dirk's hand, speaking softly. "Andrew and I were in a relationship for a while. We met in unusual circumstances and developed feelings for each other. I made it clear that I was mated, even though I hadn't found you yet. Andrew promised to leave once we found you, but he struggled to let go because he had fallen deeply for me..." Dirk's expression darkened as he listened, his gaze locked on Seth's. "I don't want to hear about your exes. It's been a painful experience dealing with them in the past. Please, just tell me how he found Talon and brought him back to us," Dirk requested, trying to hold back tears as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. Seth felt a pang of regret in his chest and nodded understandingly. "I'm sorry. For everything," he apologized, his voice heavy with remorse. Tears streamed down Dirk's face, his lips trembling. "Damn," he muttered, feelin