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Third Person's POV The Alpha left Darien's head spinning after diving between his legs and feasting off of him. He never imagined the Alpha would want to stick his mouth there, let alone that it would feel good. The Alpha growled before slowly climbing his body, trailing kisses along the way. Wyatt didn't stop until his face was hovering over Darien's. His eyes swept over his face as he lowered his body, allowing almost all his weight to press down against Darien. Wyatt trailed Darien's face, watching his mate catch his breath. “You're so beautiful!” Wyatt said. Darien blushed at the compliment and cast his eyes down, not used to being told that. Wyatt moved his face lower until his eyes were in view of Darien's. “Don't do that… Don't look away when I compliment you. I'm not just saying it; I mean it! I think you're incredibly beautiful! These beautiful loose curls, the way they curl against your forehead… these beautiful eyes of yours, I'm still not sure if they're gray or blu
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 The Alpha left Darien's head spinning after diving between his legs and feasting off of him. He never imagined the Alpha would want to stick his mouth there, let alone that it would feel good. The Alpha growled before slowly climbing his body, trailing kisses along the way. Wyatt didn't stop until his face was hovering over Darien's. His eyes swept over his face as he lowered his body, allowing almost all his weight to press down against Darien. Wyatt trailed Darien's face, watching his mate catch his breath. “You're so beautiful!” Wyatt said. Darien blushed at the compliment and cast his eyes down, not used to being told that. Wyatt moved his face lower until his eyes were in view of Darien's. “Don't do that… Don't look away when I compliment you. I'm not just saying it; I mean it! I think you're incredibly beautiful! These beautiful loose curls, the way they curl against your forehead… these beautiful eyes of yours, I'm still not sure if they're gray or blu
Third Person's POV After his shower, Darien sat on the bed with a medium-sized box. Inside, it had contents from his bedroom, things he hadn't seen in over two years. Two years doesn't sound like a long time, but it felt like an eternity for Darien. Every day in that cell felt like ten days. Every breaking session felt longer. To Darien, it felt like time outside slowed, allowing more time for them to torture him. Darien opens the box, and the first thing he sees is the leather-covered journal his father got him when he was thirteen. His father caught him admiring it when he tagged along with his father to do deliveries. As his father spoke to the bookstore owner, Darien closely admired the leather-bound journal. He loved how the leather smelled and felt under his fingers. It was so much nicer than the plain notepad he had been using. He remembers thinking how nice it would be to be able to write in something like that every day. What he never expected was for his father to take on
Third Person's POV Darien fell asleep with his head leaning against the glass. Wyatt's hand rested on his mate's shoulder, and his fingers caressed his neck. “You said you love him, but I don't see a mark on either of you,” Daniel said, finally breaking the long silence.Wyatt didn't respond at first. He looked at Darien, watching him sleep for a moment. “Darien hasn't been ready for that. He was a virgin when he met Zack. Zach didn't just take his virginity, he raped him, then he dragged him through the pack house naked. He did that so everyone could see he beat and raped him. They could not only smell the evidence on Darien, but they could also see it leaking down his legs. His own mate did that to him... And as if that wasn't bad enough, he sold him to the auction. They beat him, starved him, and raped him repeatedly until he lost himself and was no longer the same person. I'm not telling you this to upset you any further; I'm telling you this so you can see why I haven't had s
Third Person's POV Wyatt and Darien sat down again, but this time, Darien sat beside his father, with his mate to his left. Alpha Gregory listened to Wyatt explain the auction. He explained in detail how they broke them and made them pets, as well as the day they rescued Darien and brought that place down. Darien's father shifted in his seat several times before taking his son's hand and squeezing it, nearly tempted to pull him in his lap like he used to when Darien was a child and hurt.“Y-your part of the big three? You know the king?” Alpha Gregory asked when Wyatt said where he is from, his eyes wide as he leaned forward, eagerly waiting for Wyatt's reply. “The big three? What is that?” Wyatt asked, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.“You know; the big three! The king's pack is the largest pack there is! There are two packs that border it. They are the second and third biggest pack in the world. Everyone knows this! If you're from that pack, you should know this!”“I
Third Person's POV Wyatt took Darien's hand and walked between the parted warriors with his mate and two of his own warriors. Darien's heart raced as they walked up the stairs. As they stopped before Alpha Gregory, sweat beads formed on his forehead.Once standing in front of the Alpha, Darien was surprised. Like the pack house, the Alpha looks like he aged a decade. The Alpha stands tall, arms folded over his chest, eyes narrow. He looks Darien over before looking at the man holding Darien's hand. “What the hell is this? What happened to that asshole you left with?” Alpha Gregory asked as he pointed to Wyatt. “That's one of the things we wanted to talk to you about, but not out here,” Wyatt said. The Alpha glared at him before huffing and nudging his head, signaling to follow him.When they entered the pack house, Darien's heart felt like it stopped when his eyes landed on his father. He stood just a few feet down the hall to his right, standing in front of the window that looke
Third Person's POV “I want to take you home.”Darien's eyes widened, and he sucked a breath in.“Not like that, honey, calm down,” Wyatt said as he took Darien's face into his hands.“I want to take you to visit your parents. You said they don't know what you are; they may accept you. You won't know until you tell them. I'll be there with you, holding your hand and protecting you. I'll get you out of there at the first sign that they won't accept you. I promise! But I think they will accept you. I don't know… from what you said, it sounded like they loved you. I can't see them hating you,” Wyatt said, wiping the tears as they fell from Darien's eyes. The submissive Alpha shook his head and placed his hands on Wyatt's chest. “What if they hate me? What if they think I shouldn't exist, just like everyone else did? I can't… I-” Darien's chest rapidly rose and fell as each breath became harder.“Shhh. Baby, please… calm down. I won't let anyone hurt you. Never! I promise I'll get you ou
Third Person's POV Darien slowly walked through the apartment, looking at everything Wyatt had before meeting him. Most of the stuff in the apartment was something they had picked out together or something Wyatt picked for their new place. The rest were things Wyatt already had from his life before him. The submissive Alpha was curious about those things. He looked at the pictures and smiled when he saw pictures of his mate as a child. He thought Wyatt looked adorable. He saw pictures of Wyatt with his brothers and sister, pictures of Wyatt with his parents, and pictures of Wyatt with friends. There wasn't much more than pictures in the living room, so the submissive Alpha wandered down the hall and into Wyatt's office. There, Darien found more things from Wyatt's past. A bookcase along the right wall had a shelf dedicated to little clay statues that looked like a child made. Darien picked up a little heart and examined it. When he flipped it over, he smiled when he saw “Love Luke
Third Person's POV It's so dark. Why didn't they turn the lights on this time? The pain is unbearable, and he screams as they break his leg. It's been too long since he's eaten or drank anything; his scream comes out broken and airy. Red hot pain shoots through his body as they sink their fangs into his skin and forcefully drink what little blood he has left. He feels his body become even weaker as they drink what little life he has left. Somehow, he knows this time this is it; they'll go too far, and he'll never see her again. A tear rolls down his face, and he screams one last scream for her, screaming her name, “EVELYN!” Nadja screamed as he sat up, gasping for air as he reached for her. He feels tingles on his face as someone grabs it and forces him to turn his head in their direction. His eyes land on her beautiful, concerned face. Her hands caress his skin as she wipes the sweat from his face, pushing his soaked blonde hair back from his forehead. “Evelyn,” Nadja whispered, te
Third Person's POV The Omega dries his hands and looks in the mirror. A soft smile forms on his lips when he sees the shiny gold resting on his head. His crown isn't as big and elaborate as Ezra's. It's smaller, more delicate, and just the right size for his small frame. The gold peaks look beautiful against his brown chocolate curls. Roman reaches up and runs his fingers along the beautiful metal. It's smooth under his fingers. The color shines under the bright lights in the bathroom. The metal is flawless, and Roman can't stop admiring it. His eyes flicker between his and his dragons as they admire it. Roman gasped when Ezra appeared behind him with a smile on his face. Ezra’s hands rest on Roman's hips, causing his stomach to flutter.“You look absolutely breathtaking, my beautiful queen,” Ezra said softly as his head dipped, lips pressing to the Omega's neck. Roman's eyes closed. He pulls his lip between his teeth and tilts his head, reaching back to touch his King. Tingles dan