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Third Person's POV Grayson sat in the hall with Sebastian, waiting for his dad to give birth. He couldn't wait to find out if he was getting a little brother or a little sister. Everyone looked toward the door when they heard Julian yell. “I don't need more pillows, damn it!” Julian yelled when Reid tried to stick the last pillow behind his back. It looked like the Alpha built a fort around Julian. He insisted his mate needed more pillows, so he went through all the empty rooms and took every pillow he could find.Julian finally snapped when Reid tried to stick a fourth pillow behind his back. The Omega yelled as he chucked the pillow at Reid. The nurse giggled, and the doctor laughed as they began digging Julian out.“Never a dull day when an Alpha’s mate goes into labor!” The nurse giggled, and Reid blushed as he scratched the back of his neck. Reid looked at his mate and tilted his head. The gears in his brain were turning as he tried to figure out what he could do differently.
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
Third Person's POV “They're going to get themselves fucking killed! We should have Giovanna put a bonding spell on Ezra. They can't raid any more locations if he can't teleport.” Silas slammed his fist on the table to drive his point home. Lexon took a breath in before slowly letting it out. “I'm not binding his powers. Besides, it would take Giovanna a while to come up with a spell strong enough to bind Ezra's powers. And even then, I don't think she's strong enough to do that. There's no one more powerful than him. The only person who comes close to strength is his brother, and that's not going to help us. Besides, his powers are almost fully matured. It's just a matter of time before Ezra's powers are at full strength. Once that happens, there isn't a spell on Earth that can bind him.” Lexon said, and Silas growled in frustration as he sat back in his chair. The Elders looked at their phones when they beeped. “ It's Vincent,” Aero said as he and Lexon opened their laptops. Their
Third Person's POV Aero looks up from his laptop when Lexon enters the office. He watches him for a moment before looking at the monitor again. “I know you don't understand because you don't have a mate. I was like you once. Before I found Jace, I never understood the mate bond. But now I have a mate. I have Jace, and he's everything to me. You know Jace. You know what he's been through. You know what kind of person he is. He is sweet and fragile. He has a big heart and cares about everyone, even you. How can you want me to be like you and drink from others and fuck all these humans as you do? You know what that would do to Jace! Do you really want me to hurt him? Do you really want me to destroy that little Omega? Because that's what it would do! He would feel it. It would hurt him! It's not the same for me anymore. I have a mate, not just a chosen partner, who will share in the same feeding and sexual habits. He has a part of my soul, and I have a part of his. Our relationship run
Third Person's POV Evelyn growls in frustration. She charges the stupid vampire again and grunts when he kicks her in the stomach and shoves her to the side. Evelyn lands on her knees and catches herself with her hands and grunts. Her head snaps around, glaring at the long blonde-haired asshole. She growls as she reaches for her thigh, pulling a small blade and chucking it at his face. Lexon smirked, quickly reaching up and catching it with his bare hand. Blood dripped down his arm from the blade slicing his hand, but he didn't flinch, nor did he move his hand that was still in front of his face. “Is this how you fight when you three sneak off and take the adult business into your hands? It's a miracle you're still alive!” Lexon snapped, and Evelyn roared as she pushed herself off the ground and charged the elder. She screamed as she leaped off the ground, legs wrapping around the Elder's waist and her hands going around his throat. Her claws sink into his neck as she screams in his
Third Person's POV Grayson sat in the hall with Sebastian, waiting for his dad to give birth. He couldn't wait to find out if he was getting a little brother or a little sister. Everyone looked toward the door when they heard Julian yell. “I don't need more pillows, damn it!” Julian yelled when Reid tried to stick the last pillow behind his back. It looked like the Alpha built a fort around Julian. He insisted his mate needed more pillows, so he went through all the empty rooms and took every pillow he could find.Julian finally snapped when Reid tried to stick a fourth pillow behind his back. The Omega yelled as he chucked the pillow at Reid. The nurse giggled, and the doctor laughed as they began digging Julian out.“Never a dull day when an Alpha’s mate goes into labor!” The nurse giggled, and Reid blushed as he scratched the back of his neck. Reid looked at his mate and tilted his head. The gears in his brain were turning as he tried to figure out what he could do differently.
Third Person's POV Julian made it to the end of his Grayson and Sebastian's kiss before he could no longer hide it, and water began running down his legs. The contractions began as soon as Reid passed the title to their son. The Omega was already overdue. The stress on his body from losing the position as Luna triggered labor. Becoming an Alpha or Luna makes you stronger. But when you pass it on to someone else, it makes you weaker, putting your strength to what it once was.When an Alpha transfers the title, it automatically strips the Luna of their title. The only time this doesn't happen is if their mate dies and a new Alpha isn't in power. As soon as a new Alpha takes the position it strips the current Luna from their position. As soon as Julian was stripped of his title, his body became weaker, making him no longer able to carry the baby any further, triggering labor. They were both prepared for it, and the doctor was already on standby. Reid heard Julian gasp before he heard
Third Person's POV There are so many people there, way more than Sebastian expected. The submissive Delta 3 had never seen so many people gathered in one place. His nerves were through the roof; he couldn't stop fiddling with his fingers or chewing on his lip. He was scared. He wants to be brave. He wants to be strong for Grayson, but he's not sure he can. There's just too many people. He can smell the Alphas in the crowd, and it terrifies him. His muscles twitch, begging him to kneel. How embarrassing would that be? The Delta thought. To drop down and kneel like a pet right there on stage in front of everyone. What kind of Luna would he be? He hears Xavier speaking to their people before Damien takes the microphone and gives his speech. When the Beta is finished, the Alpha of Midnight Moon Pack, the Alpha King, steps forward and takes the microphone.His strong voice rings out, reaching far across the crowd as he speaks. Alpha Reid stands on stage tall and proud, looking out at 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