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Third Person's POV Lexon was almost dizzy with how quickly Ezra teleported them from one location to another as he tried to find Luther. He felt him, but Luther was gone by the time he got there. As soon as he teleported them back to the coven, he felt him again at a different location, so he immediately teleported there. By the 5th location, Lexon managed to pull free from Ezra's grasp and stop him. “STOP!” Lexon yelled in frustration.“We're not going to catch him this way! And for all we know, someone could be tricking us and leading us on a wild goose chase,” Lexon said as he pushed his hair back out of his face. Ezra yelled in frustration as he turned and put his fist through the wall. His aura was so strong it was almost hard to breathe.“Can you ease up on that a little bit,” Lexon asked as he waved his finger at Ezra.Ezra blew out a breath as he dragged his hand down his face. It was hard to ignore it when he felt Luther again. But after a moment, he could no longer feel h
Third Person's POV Roman thought it would be weird and uncomfortable being around him; after all, he had sex with his mate just before they met. But to his surprise, they get along really well. Dylan comes from the same situation as he did. Just like himself, he was rescued from a feeding facility. The only difference is that Dylan is an elf/Vampire hybrid, whereas he is a dragon/Vampire hybrid. Both were born in a place of hell and rescued by the very people who held them captive.Dylan is quiet and shy, just like he is. He's kind and gentle, the polar opposite of his mate. Vincent's charm and humor make it easy to be around him. There's never a dull moment. The Omega is constantly amused by the silly vampire, who's nothing like a vampire should be. Ezra, on the other hand, felt awkward because his mate and former fling were quickly becoming best friends. It didn't help that Vincent knew he was uncomfortable and ate it up. A subtle jab here, a larger one there; the vampire was relen
Third Person's POV Darien felt embarrassed by his behavior at breakfast and the things he said to Harris. This made him unable to eat, and the very thought of eating made him want to throw up. He spent the rest of the day hiding away in the bedroom. He barely spoke and refused to eat. Wyatt felt lost. He didn't know what to do or how to help him. Every attempt failed. Not even Noah could fix it. So, Wyatt did the only thing he could think of: work on something they both needed. With his dad keeping a close eye on his mate, Wyatt visited Cyrus. After receiving the keys, he went into town. It took several trips and many hours into the night to put things together. The young Alpha only had three hours of sleep when he woke to the sound of his Father in the kitchen cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon filled his nose and had him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.“I'm sorry if I woke you. I was trying to be quiet,” Michael said, and Asher turned and looked into the living room. “Go
Third Person's POV Roman was on cloud 9, loving life with his mate and new best friend. Naham watched from his balcony as his son socialized with Dylan and two other hybrids he had not met yet. His heart swelled for his son as he watched him experience the life he should have experienced as a child. The four hybrids laughed and chased each other on the ground below. None of them were afraid of the vampires walking about and around them. They had Vincent sitting on a bench with two other high-ranking vampires watching over them. Naham watched as a small group of vampires walked right past his son, and Roman barely flinched. His fear was brief and quickly disappeared. He was laughing within seconds and racing past that group as his friends chased him. It was everything he always wanted for his son. He just wished he could break free from his own fears and go down and join him. But he can't. He suffered for 500 years at the hands of vampires. As much as he wants to feel comfortable a
Third Person's POV Red mist seeps from Nadja's body, and red energy charges dance along his skin as he storms forward. The ancient Elders' anger is palpable, and his eyes burn red like flames. With the flick of a wrist, the vampire charging him flies across the room and through the wall. He hisses and yells as he thrusts his hands forward, shooting red electrical bolts from his hands at the group of vampires charging toward him. Their eyes widen; they never have a chance to stop and retreat. Their bodies jerk and convulse as the ancient Elder burns them to a crisp with the electrical current running through them. As Aero slices through the enemies he has under his spell, crying on the ground, Lexon leaves a trail of black mist through the room as he teleports from one spot to another. Every time he lands in a new spot, his razor-sharp nails slice through his enemies like butter. “Whoa, dude! That's some gnarly breath ya got there!” Vincent said before ripping the vampire's head of
Third Person's POV Aero tripped over a limb as he tried to leave the room quickly. As he fell forward, he yanked his head back, horrified that his face almost landed in the body of a rotting corpse. The Elder quickly scrambled to his feet and raced out of the room. He slammed the door shut and stared at the door for a moment, almost as if he was afraid something might come out. “What the fuck!” The Elder cursed as he wiped his hands on his pants before he took off toward the sound of chaos. Aero burst into the room where it sounded like people were being tortured and found Nadja in a full rage. His eyes burned red like flames, and the red electrical charges dancing along his skin were even more intense. Red strands of electrical energy shot from his right hand, and his enemies screamed in agony as he electrocuted them.Aero's head tilted when he realized the ancient Elder was using more than one ability. While electrocuting the enemies to the right, his left hand was outstretched to
Third Person's POV Nadja, Lexon, Aero, and Vincent frantically searched the building for Ezra. When Lexon's phone rang, he immediately knew who it was without looking.“What's wrong with my brother? I can feel his fear. Ezra's never afraid!” Grayson said as he paced his office. Ezra and Grayson share a connection because of their strong bloodline and both are Kings. Grayson has only felt Ezra's fear a couple times, and it was nowhere near as strong as this. The soon-to-be Alpha King was more than concerned. “I don't know. A witch disappeared with him. We can't find him anywhere,” Lexon said as he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “Come get me,” Grayson demanded before hanging up the phone. He wasn't leaving any room to protest.Lexon sighs as he slips the phone into his pocket and faces everyone. “I have to go get Grayson. You guys might as well come with me. We might be bringing more than Grayson.” ~Addison's eyes move a
Third Person's POV When they entered the building, everything seemed normal. The main floor looked like a manufacturing facility for tractor parts, although it looked like the facility had seen better days. Half of it was shut down and looked like it hadn't been used in years, while the other half seemed to still be going, even if the machines looked like they were on their last leg. It wasn't until they entered the basement that it became clear that everything happening on the first floor was just a front. It was to cover up what was happening in the basement. The basement looked like a test facility. It seemed that they were trying to breed as many different shifters as possible, looking for the perfect hybrid to feed them. Based on the data they received from the raid on Luther's brother's location, they are trying to find which hybrid cross will replenish their blood the fastest but also be the sweetest. They want the best of both worlds—one that tastes good but can also contin
Third Person's POV Darien stood in the closet, buttoning his shirt. His mind raced with all the different scenarios of things that could go wrong. He tried not to think of it but couldn't stop his thoughts from racing.What if they didn't like him? What if they hated the fact he was a submissive Alpha and thought he wasn't good enough for their brother? His thoughts spiraled out of control. He had just finished buttoning the last one and gasped when Wyatt suddenly appeared behind him. His strong chest crashed against his back as his arms quickly wrapped around him. Darien smiled as he tilted his head, giving his Alpha access to his neck, which he quickly accepted. Wyatt buried his face against his skin, nuzzling and kissing him.“You're right, maybe we shouldn't go. Maybe we should just lay in bed and snuggle all night. I'm having withdrawals; I need to drown myself in you,” Wyatt's voice was muffled with his lips pressed against his mate's neck. Darien's heart fluttered when the Al
Third Person's POV Grayson's laptop was long forgotten on the little table next to him. The Alpha lies on his side in the daybed, staring at his mate. He loves the Delta's smooth, pale skin and the way his dark, straight hair lies against his forehead. He loves how he chews on his lip while he reads and tilts his head when he doesn't understand something. He loves the time they are spending together, quietly sitting beside each other outside on the balcony, sharing the silence. “So… My job wouldn't be to fight for our people?” Sebastian's soft voice broke the silence. Grayson's heart swelled when he called them “our” people.“No. Your job as Luna is to make sure everyone who cannot fight gets to safety in the event of an attack. We have several bunkers. Normally, we use the two bunkers in the basement of the pack house. In extreme cases, we use the large one under the field beside the pack house, but we haven't used it in a long time. That one is big enough that everyone in the pack
Third Person's POV “I can't be a Luna; I'm just a Delta 3. All I know is how to be a pet. I don't even know how to be your mate,” Sebastian told Grayson before Ezra went to take down Luther. The book Sebastian was reading suddenly goes flying as Grayson grabs him from the sofa chair and falls back against the couch, wrapping him tightly in his arms. Sebastian laughs as Grayson buries his face in his neck, and his light stubble tickles his sensitive skin.Grayson's heart swells; Sebastian's laughter is music to his ears. He takes a deep breath in of the Delta 3's incredibly sweet scent, and his chest rumbles in satisfaction. The sound coming from his Alpha sends a shiver down Sebastian's spine. “I was studying,” Sebastian said, biting his lip when he felt Grayson's warm breath fan his neck. “It was taking too long! I feel neglected,” Grayson mumbled against his neck, and Sebastian's stomach fluttered. The Delta 3 pulled his head back and looked at Grayson. “I didn't mean to negl
Third Person's POV Ezra has been standing outside Lexon's door for several minutes, trying to get the courage to go in. He reaches up to knock on the door but pulls his hand back and exhales, letting his hand drop to his side. Ezra hangs his head as he turns to walk away, but the door suddenly opens. “Leaving so soon?” Lexon said, and Ezra slowly turned to face him. When Ezra looked at Lexon, he was relieved to see how well he looked. His skin looked completely normal, and his hair was just past his ears. “You look good,” Ezra said as he moved closer. He reached for Lexon's hair but paused when he saw Aero standing a few feet behind Lexon. “Come on in,” Lexon said as he stepped aside. Ezra swallowed before entering Lexon's room. When he entered the foyer, Aero turned and walked back into his brother's bedroom. Lexon nudged his head for Ezra to follow, and he did. As he entered the Elder’s bedroom, he found Jace sitting on the bed, watching a movie while crocheting. Jace looked
Third Person's POV Jace was concerned when Lexon slept the rest of the day, through the night, and into the following day.He was relieved when his brother-in-law knocked on the door late afternoon. Jace grabbed Aero's hand and quickly dragged him to their bed, where Lexon lay asleep. “Should I wake him? He hasn't woken up since he came home. I tried to give him blood, but he said he was too tired and needed a nap. That was yesterday! He hasn't woken up yet! Should I wake him?” Jace said as he tugged at his fingers, looking between his mate and brother-in-law. Aero wrapped his right arm around Jace and ruffled his hair.“He's okay. He was just exhausted. His body is working overtime to heal his body. Your skin is the largest organ in your body. He was burned from head to toe. 100% of his skin was burned off. I can tell the difference already. His skin is no longer transparent, and his hair is beginning to grow. See, look,” Aero said as he pointed to the stubble growing on Lexon's he
Third Person's POV Darien was excited but nervous. It was not only the first time he'd cooked in two years but also the first time he'd cooked for Wyatt. Wyatt's nose immediately flared as he entered the apartment. His eyes darted around as he closed the door and didn't stop until they landed on Darien. His eyes moved from Darien to the kitchen table, and his lips parted. For a moment, Wyatt is unable to move or speak. His lack of movement makes Darien even more nervous, and realizes he made a mistake. “I, I can make something else if you don't like spaghetti and meatballs. I, I should have asked you first if you liked it. I can whip something else up,” Darien said as he picked up his plate and Wyatt's. Wyatt was beside him instantly and took the plates from his hands. He set them down before grabbing Darien's waist with his left hand and pulling the smaller Alpha toward him. “I love spaghetti! I was just surprised that you did this for me. I wasn't expecting it,” Wyatt said soft
Third Person's POV Darien had a hard time falling asleep. He kept staring at the door and wishing Wyatt would walk through it. The minutes ticked by, and sleep refused to come. Darian glanced at the clock and decided maybe just a little peek would do. As quietly as he can, Darien pulls the blankets back and climbs out of bed. His sleep pants hang low on his waist, and his bare feet are silent against the wood floor as he walks down the hall. He pauses when he realizes the TV is on in the living room. But after a moment, he wonders if Wyatt fell asleep with it on. He didn't think he was watching TV; the sound was off. As quietly as he could, Darien walked into the living room. His heart raced, afraid of getting caught. He was relieved to find the Alpha fast asleep. His eyes were closed, and his lips were parted. He looked so peaceful, Darien thought as he stepped closer. He let out a quiet breath as he sat on the chair beside the couch. He put his elbows on his knees and rested his
Third Person's POV It felt so strange walking through town like a normal person again. It felt strange to be free. Somehow, the alpha next to him makes him forget how strange it is. The way his eyes sparkle with happiness as they walk hand in hand down the street. The way he opens the door for him, keeping his body between him and the road, showing chivalry, and making him feel special. It's something he never thought he would feel after what happened to him. He never thought anyone could possibly accept someone like him, but this man does. Wyatt does it so effortlessly. Darien smiles as Wyatt pulls him into another store. “What kind of art do you like?” Wyatt asked as he pulled him toward the wall of paintings “Maybe we can hang something behind the couch; what do you think?” Wyatt asked as he looked intently at the paintings, studying each one.“Um, I don't know. I think I like this one,” Darien said as he pointed to a large rectangular painting that would fit perfectly behind t
Third Person's POV Ezra stood in the bathroom with his hands against the counter, staring into the sink. Images flashed in his head of what he did to those he loved. Nadja warned him what the darkness could do, and he believed him, but he never thought it would happen to him. He thought he was stronger. He thought he could control it. Ezra found out the hard way that wasn't the case. He remembers recognizing them, but He also remembers thinking they were insignificant. Whatever love he felt for them was no longer there. They were below him and an annoyance that he wanted to get rid of. He remembers what it felt like to hold Nadja's throat in his hand. He felt so powerful holding the ancient life in the palm of his hands. He remembers what it felt like to want to kill him, but what hurts the most is the reason he dropped his flames in the first place: his father. It wasn't because his father made a connection and was close to bringing him back from the darkness; it was because he fel