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 warmth of her skin against him when she jumped into his arms.
He wonders how different she looks now. He wishes he knew how much time has passed. It feels like an eternity. Sometimes, he swears he can hear her voice as if it were a prayer to him from far away. Sometimes, he feels as though she's close, and he tries to reach out to her, but it's like reaching out to a ghost.
He wonders if maybe too much time has passed. Maybe she gave up and moved on. After all, she was only 13 when he went missing. Way before she ever felt the mate bond with him.
He wonders how her life has turned out. He hoped it turned out beautiful. He wonders if she found someone who treats her like a queen and took her as a chosen mate. Maybe they even adopted children, maybe a dozen.
Tears rolled down the elder's cold skin as he lay on the cold floor. The Elder is surprised he has any tears left.
Nadja wonders how his son and Blake are doing. He wonders how old his grandson is and hates that he wasn't there to see him grow up. The Elder lets out a shaky breath as he closes his eyes, wishing for his end.
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The ice flows through his hands as he creates a dagger that flies from his hand when released. The soon-to-be Alpha King swiftly moves through the room as his ice dances around him in the wind that swirls. Grayson's red eyes glow, and he smirks when he catches the vampire's hand reaching for his chest. Grayson clicks his tongue as he slowly shakes his head.
The Vampire screams as his body begins to glow blue from the electricity pulsing through it. Grayson's eyes glow brighter, and the hybrid flinches when the vampire's head explodes.
“Oh, fucking gross!” Ezra said, a look of disgust on his face.
Grayson laughs as he wipes the bloody chunks from his face and then reaches out to his left, catching the knife that was thrown at him.
Grayson turns, and his eyes meet the vampire that threw it. Grayson smirks when he takes the blade and presses it against his cheek. The sound of skin burning sizzles, and the smell is foul. The vampire's eyes widen.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” The Vampire couldn't believe what he was seeing. What werewolf would want to permanently scar their face with silver?
Grayson laughs as he pulls the blade away from his face and then begins twirling it in his hand. The vampire watches in shock as Grayson's skin begins to heal before his eyes.
“How is that possible? That's not possible! That blade is silver, you shouldn't be healing!”
“And you shouldn't be breathing!” Grayson said, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of the vampire with his hand through his chest. The vampire's mouth opens, and his eyes widen.
“I'm not just any werewolf, and I'm not just any hybrid. I have royal blood from the Vampire King's bloodline and the Alpha King's bloodline running through my veins. Silver isn't permanent for me!” Grayson said before pulling his hand back and ripping out the vampire's heart.
“Where's Evelyn?” Ezra asks when he looks around and doesn't see her.
They look at each other wide-eyed when they realize she's not there. They quickly exit the room and race down the hall. The brothers slide to a stop and see white hair bouncing as she dances around the room. Her body moves as she dances circles around the vampires, who almost look dizzy trying to catch her.
Her long, razor-sharp claws slice through their skin when she brings herself close enough. Their bodies drop one by one, and then she comes to a stop after the last one falls.
“Did you find anything?” Evelyn asked, raising an eyebrow when Grayson picked up a head that rolled toward him.
The soon-to-be Alpha King grabbed a handful of hair and lifted the head, looking at the vampire's face with curiosity.
“He's an ugly fucker!” Grayson said, then chucked it at Ezra. Ezra's eyes widened, and with the flick of a wrist, the head went flying in the opposite direction.
“Will you fucking grow up!” Ezra scolds.
“Will you quit acting like you're a 100-year-old man with a stick up his ass!” Grayson said as he walked toward the head that was still rolling and then kicked it toward Ezra.
“You're ridiculous!” Ezra said before punting the head as hard as he could back towards Grayson and then laughing when it hit his shin.
“Ow! That shit hurts!” Grayson complained as he lifted his leg and held his shin.
Evelyn stormed back into the room, shaking her head at the brothers.
All three heads look toward the door at the back of the room when it bursts open, and more vampires flood in.
“He's not here, so let's get out of here,” Evelyn said as she grabbed Grayson and then reached out and grabbed Ezra.
Ezra's lip tugged up when he felt something he'd been looking for but had stayed just out of grasp until this moment. His eyes began to glow red as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Evelyn took a sharp breath in when the 10 vampires who flooded into the room suddenly dropped to the floor.
Evelyn slowly turned her head to look at Ezra.
“You mean to tell me you could have done that the entire time we've been here, and you're just now doing it?” Evelyn looked at Ezra, shocked. The Vampire shrugged his shoulders casually, and the Omega rolled her eyes.
“Unbelievable!” Evelyn said before the ground underneath her feet disappeared.
When the ground reappeared under their feet, all three froze at the many eyes glaring at them.
Reid, Noah, Michael, Asher, Lexon, and Aero stood before them, their arms folded, waiting for the three.
Evelyn's mouth opened, but Michael silenced it when he raised his hand. Lexon stepped past Michael, coming to a stop in front of the two boys. His eyes went to Ezra and locked on him.
“I thought we had this conversation… several times! You three are not ready to take on the vampires running these underground rinks by yourselves!”
“We took them down with no problem!” Ezra stated with his head held high. He hated it when they treated him like he was still a child. He was 18, and soon, his powers would be at full strength. When that happens, he'll be above the elders, and he'll take his place on the throne.
“You might have taken this one down with no problem, but what happens if you encounter something unexpected and one of you gets hurt? Everything doesn't always happen as you think it should. Look at us; 10 years ago, we were bringing down one of these joints almost weekly. We thought we had them because we had the same weapons: an ancient Elder, myself, who is even now still considered a young Elder, and Aero, who at the time was in training to be an elder. But you know what? They had something we didn't know about, and it caused us to lose Nadja. Things change and don't always go as planned.” Lexon said, trying to get Ezra to see reason.
Evelyn’s lip trembled when she heard Lexon talk about that day. She tries not to think about it, pushing it away whenever it comes to her mind. But she couldn't push this away. It made her remember begging him not to go. Everything in her screamed something was going to happen to him, and it did. She finds herself once again wishing she would have held onto him and forced him to stay. She wishes she had held onto her Nadja as tight as she could and never let him go.
A tear broke free and rolled down her cheek. Noah's heart broke, and he stepped forward, reaching for his daughter, but she rushed past them.
Noah turned toward the door. He wanted to go after her, but he didn't. He knew where she was going. She was going to the person she turns to these days, her little brother, who turns 18 soon.
Somewhere during the past six months, the two Omegas connected on a different level. Noah was always the one she ran to, but now it's her Omega brother, Luke. It's bittersweet for Noah. He's sad that he's no longer the one she runs to, but he loves the bond his two children have formed.
Large, strong arms wrap around Noah, lifting him off the ground. Noah turns in the strong cage of his mate's arms and wraps his arms and legs around Asher. The Omega buries his face in his Alpha's neck and then takes a deep breath in. His eyes close as the strong, dominant scent wraps around him, calming the Omega.
“You two are coming with me,” Lexon said as he grabbed Grayson and Ezra. Grayson opened his mouth to protest but stopped and groaned when the Elders' black mist swirled around them.
Alpha Reid pinched the bridge of his nose as the room cleared out. The Alpha King lets out a breath and swears his sons will cause him to grow gray sooner than he wants to.
A hand on his arm turns the Alpha, and he smiles when Julian reaches up and pulls on his shirt, forcing Reid to lean down. Julian places his hand on Reid's face and the Alpha King closes his eyes. Tingles dance along the Alpha King's face as Julian caresses his cheek.
Reid lets out a breath as he reaches down and grabs the back of Julian's thighs, lifting his mate into his arms. Julian smiles as his arms and legs wrap around Reid. The Omega tilts his head to the side as he pulls Reid's face toward his neck.
“You always know when I need you,” Reid said softly as he nuzzled the Omega's neck, pressing his nose against Julian's scent gland before taking a deep breath in. The Omega's sweet scent fills his nose, and his body relaxes. The Alpha King's worries disappear as he drowns himself in his mate’s scent.
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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 “N-Nadja?” His soft and delicate voice calls out from the darkness, a short distance away. Lying on the ground, Nadja turned his head in the direction the voice came from, even though he couldn't see anything, not even his hand if it was in front of his face. “Yes, Roman,” The Elder said before coughing. His throat was so dry it felt like sandpaper scratching his throat as he spoke. “D-Do you t-think they will f-feed us today?” The Omega holds his stomach, which aches so much. “I don't know. I hope so.” “I-its b-been so long… N-never w-went this long,” Roman said, and Nadja closed his eyes. The young Omega is right. This is the longest they have gone without feeding either one of them. He can hear the desperation in the Omega's voice. He can hear how hungry he is every time Roman's stomach growls.The sound of metal clinking echoes loudly through the cells, and Nadja’s head snaps in its direction. Hope fills Nadja and Roman. The Elder shields his eyes when blind
Third Person's POV Coal stares daggers at his father from the bench. His left arm hurts like a bitch, and his muscles throughout his body throb. He made the mistake of getting lippy with Xavier, and his father put him on his ass and nearly broke his arm. His muscles twitch, dying to get back out there and fight. The Alpha tribrid stands but quickly sits back down when his father's voice booms. “Sit your ass right back down! You're done for the day!”Xavier turns back to Micah, and the Submissive Delta 1 takes his place. As Micah begins circling Xavier, Tate charges Marcus. The world briefly spins before the Alpha bear grunts as his back hits the ground. Tate's not even sure what the hell kind of move that was. The retired Commander grabbed hold of his head, flipped him over his body, and spun him before slamming him on the ground. The young Alpha grabbed his neck, making sure his head was still attached to his body. He wheezed before coughing. “Fuck!” Tate cursed as he pushed h