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Third Person's POV Ethan sang as he swayed his hips while stirring the sauce. The Omega moved fluently through the kitchen as if it were his own. He opened the cabinet and pulled seasonings down before instructing Hughes to grate a parmesan wedge into a bowl.“Everywhere I go, I'm spottedAnd everything I want, I got it5'5 with brown eyesSmile like the sunrise,” Ethan sang as he turned to the breaded chicken. “Noah, I think the song is about you when it comes to height! Your ass is short as fuck!” Ethan said and then flinched a moment later when a bread roll bounced off the back of his head.“You're just abnormally tall for an Omega!” Noah fired back and then frowned when Ethan laughed. Noah's frown turned into a smile when Claudius placed a twisty cream soda in his hand. “Alexander has done great. He rules a bit firmer than I did, but he's a great Alpha.” Hughes said as he spoke to Michael and Asher. “Whenever he gets too hard, Renee grounds and softens him.” Claudius chimed in
Third Person's POV The Omega lies face down with his face in the pillow, fast asleep. Lexon lays on his side with his head propped on his hand. He looks down at the Omega as he trails his fingers along his back, gliding over each scar that covers his body. His heart clenches as his finger runs along a thick, long scar. Even after all these years, it still angers him that someone hurt Jace.The Elder leans down and kisses the largest scar. The Omega hums as he begins to wake up. Lexon's fingers trail down along the Omega's back before gliding over the rise of his bare ass. The Omega hums louder as his body begins to move. The Elder's hand caresses the roundness of the Omega's ass, loving the way it feels in his palms. His hand moves lower, lightly trailing along the back of Jace's thigh and stopping at the tender spot behind his knee. Lexon kisses the small of Jace's back as his fingers slide between his thighs and begin making their way up. The Omega bites his lip and whimpers as ex
Third Person's POVGrayson grunts. His chest rapidly rises and falls, and sweat beads form on his forehead. The soon-to-be Alpha King closes his eyes and opens his mouth as he sucks a breath in. His teeth clench as he yanks the blade from his side and drops it as he leans against the wall.The sound of gunfire is deafening as it echoes in the metal building. Grayson can feel the poison working through his body. He can feel his vampire weakening even further. “Fuck!” He cursed as he looked down and saw the many bullet holes in his body. This wasn't supposed to happen like this. It was supposed to be a simple mission, just like the others. But they weren't anticipating all the guns. Grayson can barely smell the scent of his own blood over the strong stench of gunpowder. He can already see the disappointment on the Elder's faces and his father's. He doesn't even want to think of what his dad is feeling. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to push that thought away. “Where is
Third Person's POV Ezra aimlessly walks the halls of the coven. The soon-to-be vampire King keeps playing the scenes of their last raid over and over again in his head. He's trying to figure out where he went wrong. Even though they had guns with bullets laced with poison, it should have never been a problem for the soon-to-be vampire King. He thought he was too smart, too fast, and too strong… but he wasn't…Those thoughts plague his mind, and he has aimlessly roamed the halls for the past few hours. It's a myth that vampires sleep during the day and can't walk in the sun. Most of the coven is asleep, except those on night shifts and ones on opposite sleep schedules. Ezra's fist clenched tighter as he remembered the moment they began to lose control. He remembers feeling the bullets piercing his body, but that wasn't what bothered him. It was seeing all the bullets piercing his brother's body before he fell backward into a room and out of view. Ezra had never been so scared in his
Third Person's POV Ezra wakes up and is surprised when he feels a body cuddled against him. The King opens his eyes and looks to his left to see Nathan's head resting on his arm. The hybrid's arms and legs are wrapped around him, tangled with his own. It was a strange sight and a strange feeling, one he wasn't used to. He's never woken up with anyone in his bed before, not even Dylan. Ezra looks around, trying to figure out the best way to get out of this. What they had last night was passionate, but he never spent the night with them or allowed them to spend the night with him. It's one of his rules, so they don't get too attached.He cares about the Omegas but cannot commit to one person. He knows about mates and that they may have one, and he may have one, but for him, it's not a guarantee. Ezra is a young, full-blooded vampire. His sex drive is at its highest peak. All born Vampires go through this phase. When they're first born, feeding from someone is not a sexual experience.
Third Person's POV Nathan felt uncomfortable walking through the pack house. Everyone seemed to be looking at him, some curious and others with an unpleasant expression. They looked at him as though they hated him, and he had no idea why. The hateful glares he was receiving caused the Omega hybrid to move closer to Ezra. The King looked down when Nathan grabbed his arm and tucked himself against his side. Ezra lifted his arm and wrapped it around the Omega.“You have nothing to fear here. I have known these people my entire life; they're good people.” Ezra said he caressed the Omega’s arm. Nathan glanced around again and quickly looked away when he saw a female glaring at him.“I don't think they like me,” he said quietly, and Ezra raised an eyebrow in question. Ezra lifted his head and let his eyes roam the room they were walking through, and almost immediately, he saw why Nathan was scared. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched before forcing a link open to everyone in the room
Third Person's POV Ezra tucked Nathan under his right arm while grabbing his brother. The very next moment, the floor disappeared beneath their feet. Almost immediately, grass appeared under their feet, and the sound of people laughing rang out. Nathan gasped and hid under Ezra's arm when he saw a dragon in the yard and a wolf fighting it. Nathan sucked in a breath, shocked when he realized the wolf fighting the dragon was an Omega, and no one was helping him.Nathan looked at Ezra, expecting him to help the Omega, but he seemed unfazed by the situation. The hybrid frantically looked around, looking for another solution, but he didn't see one.Nathan quickly turned around and tugged on Ezra's shirt. “Please help him. Don't let the dragon hurt the Omega,” Nathan pleaded, and he was confused when Ezra's lips curled up in a smile. The king pulled Nathan against him and leaned down, kissing the top of his head. “You are too cute!” Ezra said, only confusing the Omega more. “That's a y
Third Person's POV He was so small and light in his arms as he carried him through the pack house and up the stairs. The Omega remained limp in his arms as he cried. Coal didn't speak a word as he walked down the hall and pushed his door open. He walked through his bedroom and into the bathroom, where he placed the Omega on the counter. Nathan sniffled as he looked around to see where they were and was confused to see they were in a bathroom. The bear shifter remained silent as he turned the bathtub on and began filling it. He left the room, and the knots in Omega's stomach grew tighter. A few moments later, the large bear returned and set clothes on the counter. He continued moving throughout the bathroom without speaking a word.Nathan couldn't tell if he was still mad. He couldn't feel his anger like earlier, but he seemed angry. A clean, fresh scent began filling the room as Coal poured soap into the bathtub as it filled, and bubbles immediately began to form. Nathan wiped his
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