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Third Person's POV “Never! I'd rather die!” Addison yelled and began chanting as loud as she could. Everyone who was able jumped to their feet and braced for the fight to come. Just when they thought all the gunmen were down, several Alphas stepped out from behind the curtain and onto the stage with guns, and unloaded them into the crowd. Ezra had just finished healing himself and killed the last of the Alphas by melting their insides when many bullets hit his body at once. His arms flew up, and his body jerked like he was being electrocuted before Nadja stepped in front of him and began taking the hits. The Elder hissed before Lexon and Aero shoved him out of the way, pushing Ezra and Nadja to the ground. They turned and used what was left of their powers to take out the armed guards shooting at them. Unfortunately, it was only enough to take out the four Alphas shooting in their direction and not enough to take out the ones with silver bullets, laying into the wolves. Aero col
Third Person's POV Traveling home wasn't as easy as getting there. With no one able to teleport, they had no choice but to use the limos in the parking lot. Lucian's painful wails were heard by everyone as the limo drove away. The Angel cradled his daughter's head against his chest as he sobbed into her hair. Grayson, Ezra, and Coal turned and looked at each other feeling defeated. Even though it was a victory, it was their biggest personal loss. The three had never experienced a loss so large. These great personal losses happened before they were born. With heavy hearts, they climbed into the limo. When the door closed, the vehicle began moving toward the front gate. Not even two minutes later, the gate comes into view, and Coal rolls down his window. “Go slow up here. I want to see something,” Coal told the driver, and the limo slowed as it passed through the gate. “Stop the car!” Coal exclaimed when he saw all the bodies of the guards lying on the ground. Coal stepped out o
Third Person's POV Grayson limps slowly down the hall. Every muscle in his body aches. He's not sure what that bastard did to him, but he felt himself dying. It was the worst pain he had ever felt, and he would be happy if he lived the rest of his life without ever feeling it again. He didn't recall the hall being so long. He swore it was shorter. He held his hand against the bullet wound on his stomach and gritted his teeth at the burning muscles when he used them to turn the doorknob and enter his apartment.The apartment was quiet and dark, just like he expected it would be so early in the morning. Sebastian is usually fast asleep and stays that way until at least 8:00 am. Sometimes, the little Delta will sleep until 9:30. Grayson wishes he could lay there and watch him sleep until he wakes up every morning. But unfortunately, duty calls him each morning and pulls him away from his mate. The Alpha is thankful he has the next few days off to recover. It gives him time to be with
Third Person's POV Ryder stands outside, staring at her garden. He wondered what vegetables she would have picked out of the garden today. He wondered what delicious aroma he would have come home to after his run. Would it have been beef stew or maybe pork chops? Or maybe veal parmesan with her homemade spaghetti sauce that she made with the tomatoes and herbs from her garden. The Beta is tired, but yet sleep hasn't come. He never knew someone could cry so much and so hard. He never knew something could hurt so deeply that it made you feel dead inside. He knows the Goddess didn't do it, but he can't stop himself from hating her. He knows it's too late, but he fights the urge to go to the coven and drag Nadja to her grave to make him bring her back. He finds himself mad at the world and everyone and everything—everyone except the little redhead who looks so much like her mother. He fights back the tears as he collects his daughter from her mother's grave, where she had fallen asle
Third Person's POV The ground is so cold. Every bone in his body hurts. He has no concept of time, nor day or night. He doesn't know what year it is or how long he's been kept in this dark, damp cell. His body is so weak he barely has the strength to roll over. It's been so long since he's had blood. They give him just enough to keep him alive. They wait until he's on the brink of death, and before he fades away, they give him just enough to barely keep him alive. The wounds from the beating hours ago won't heal. Blood trickles down his body, pooling on the floor around him. Nadja coughs and then hisses at the pain in his broken ribs. The Elder spits out blood that he coughed up from his lungs. He wishes there was at least a sliver of light, but only darkness surrounds him. The Elder closes his eyes and pictures her face for the millionth time. He sees her beautiful, long blonde hair bouncing as she runs toward him. Her bright blue eyes sparkle as she smiles. He remembers the warmt
Third Person's POV Ezra can feel Silas's eyes burning a hole in the side of his head as he walks from the buffet to his table. He knows his guardian's words without hearing them. “You promised you wouldn't do that while I was away with my mate. You knew Ian and I were looking forward to this. Why would you go against your word? I trusted you!…” Ezra drops down into his seat next to his brother. Grayson turns his head and looks at the young man sitting next to him, who has short dark hair that probably took way too long to style. “Are you okay?” Grayson asked through the link. Ezra took a deep breath and then slowly let it out before turning to look at his brother. “I let him down,” Ezra replied through the link.Grayson frowns and looks down momentarily before looking at Silas.“I don't think it's as bad as you think. It's not like we went off and did stupid stuff like humans do. We were looking for Nadja. He's only worried about you. He's your guardian, that's his job.” Grayson
Third Person's POV Nadja's eyes are open, but it's so dark that they might as well be closed. The fact that he's a vampire is useless in his state. The Elder is so weak that none of his abilities work—not his strength, speed, or sight. Even though the blood had stopped flowing from his wounds, the elder was still too weak to move. He licked his dry, parched lips and wished for water. “N-Nadja?” A timid, soft voice calls out from the darkness. The elder's heart clenches at the sound of the young, soft, and scared voice. “Yes, Roman,” The ancient Elder replies. His voice is quiet and weak.“C-Can you t-tell me about o-outside, please? T-tell me again w-what s-sunshine f-feels like? A-and what r-rain s-smells like?” Roman asked “Of course I can, Roman,” Nadja answered softly. Then he took a moment to gather as much strength as he could to answer a question that should never have been asked—a question the young one should have known but didn't since he was born in this hellhole.Nadj
Third Person's POV “Are you busy?” Ezra's breath fanned Dylan's neck, causing goosebumps to spread along his body.“No,” Dylan breathes out. His eyes closed as his head tilted to the side, exposing his long, slender neck. His heart races faster as soft lips brush against his skin. A warm, wet tongue glides along his neck before lips close around his skin, latching on. Ezra's hands roam the Omega's chest and stomach, loving how smooth and silky his skin is. Even though he just bathed, his sweet scent leeches through, making the vampire's mouth water. The Omega's body trembles as Ezra's fingers glide down his chest, over his stomach, before brushing against his cock that was throbbing for him. “E-Ezra,” The vampire's name never sounded so sweet leaving anyone's mouth before. Dylan sucked a sharp breath in as he was suddenly spun around, and his chest pressed against a firm one. For a brief moment, Dylan's heart rate spiked from fear. But it quickly vanished when his large doe eyes