I'm so sorry about that mistake yesterday. I corrected Nathan's name, and changed it to Dylan. The rest of the chapter was correct. My correction is pending approval and should be approved by Tuesday. From there you will have to refresh the book to see any corrections I have made. Nathan
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 Ezra stood and wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. When he hit her shield, it felt like he took a punch to his entire body. His body ached, and his face throbbed. The sound of the witch's laughter was grinding on his nerves and pissing him off. Ezra calmed himself. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on his abilities. When his eyes snapped open, they were burning red as he focused on her shield. Within seconds, he felt her and the spell around her. As he began to round the cauldron, she laughed again before disappearing—only this time, she didn't disappear. Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked around, shocked and surprised that she had not moved. Her head snapped in Ezra's direction, only to find a smirk on his face as he stood a few feet away.Her lips part, and she sucks a breath in when he begins walking toward her again. She feels it the moment he begins moving; her shield begins to falter. At first, it felt like a vibr
Third Person's POV The humans stood stunned as a figure from the flames emerged. No one made a sound, nor did they move. They couldn't believe the man was still walking even though he was engulfed in flames. It wasn't until they realized he was walking in their direction that they became concerned. That concern turned to terror when they realized he wasn't only alive but still very much intact, and the flames weren't hurting him. How could that be? It's not humanly possible!Aero was stunned and unsure of what to do. It wasn't until some of the humans began charging Ezra that he realized not all of the humans were what they seemed. Their eyes turned red, and their fangs and sharp nails extended as they raced toward Ezra. Ezra could feel Luther. When he honed in on his location, it disappeared and moved to another location. Luther’s location seemed to bounce throughout the town, moving as soon as Ezra figured out where he was. As Ezra approached the end of the field where the build
Third Person's POV Ezra's frustration and rage increased each time he felt Luther move. The Vampire King was a walking inferno. He screamed Luther's name as he walked down the street, and everything he approached went up in flames. Trees burst into flames, and cars and homes exploded. Lexon, Aero, and Nadja tried getting ahead of Ezra and clearing as many homes as they could. They have no idea if anyone was in the buildings and homes that were already burning and, if there were, how many innocent humans Ezra killed.Reid couldn't get close enough to his son; the fire that engulfed his body was too hot. He screamed his son's name, but it fell on deaf ears. Ezra couldn't hear his father; his rage was too loud. It consumed him, building and churning inside like a raging flame. The darkness talked to him like a soothing lullaby, luring him in. It begged him to let it in, and he did. Ezra opened his arms and welcomed it in. His fire rose into the sky, and Addison's shield began flickering
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