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Third Person's POV The curtains begin sliding open from the center out. As it does, Grayson and Coal's stomachs drop as it reveals the so-called merchandise. Whimpers were heard from the stage as the nearly naked Omegas and Delta 3s were shoved forward. Some moved forward as if this wasn't their first time, and others stumbled and fell as they were shoved. The only thing on their bodies were tiny pink thongs that barely covered anything and were at least one size too small. Grayson looked down when he saw the two females standing on the stage, trying to cover their breasts. Unfortunately, when they tried, they were hit with a whip, which promptly made them uncover themselves. “Don't worry, we're using our gentlest whip, and he's not hitting them too hard. We don't want to damage the merchandise too much before you purchase it.” The tall, slender man said.When Grayson looked up, he forced himself to look at each person standing on the stage. They were incredibly underweight and tre
Third Person's POV The Delta 3 opened his eyes, terrified, when he saw the Alpha's glowing red eyes. He squeezed his eyes closed, terrified to look at him and afraid of what he would do to him. He knows he messed up. It's been a long time since he tried to run away. He knows the punishment for running away is one of the harshest punishments. The fact that it will come from this particular Alpha makes it even worse. His shoulders shake as he begins crying. He feels the Alpha stand and feels the bruising grip he has on his body as he holds him tight against him. His fear rises when he hears the Alpha growl. It was so loud and so deep, it was terrifying! His aura is incredibly strong, stronger than any he had ever felt. With an aura this strong, the Delta feared he might not survive an Alpha command from him, not with how weak he is.As soon as the Alpha climbs into the car, his grip loosens, and the Delta hurries out of his lap and falls onto the floor. He's quick to kneel and bends o
Delta 3's POV You would think I would be used to the cold, but I'm not. Goosebumps stand prominent on my body as I sit in the corner with my knees up to my chest and arms wrapped around my legs. I try everything I can to warm myself, but it's impossible. My stomach sinks when I hear the voices of the guards, prep staff, and makeup crew entering. I immediately get on my knees with my hands in my lap, head down, and wait obediently for my turn. This isn't the first time I've been sold. The first time I was sold was shortly after my 16th birthday. My family hid me as long as they could, but being a submissive Delta 3, my scent was too strong and gave me away. My first master taught me how to be obedient the hard way. A year later, my second master purchased me, and at first, he was somewhat nice and let my body heal. For the first few months, he never touched me inappropriately or hurt me. I don't know what happened or why it changed, but one night, it did, and I woke up to him on top
Third Person's POV Grayson couldn't sleep. He couldn't stop seeing the Delta 3 up on that stage. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the image more clearly. When his anger rose, he paced the room, and when he regained control, he sat down in a chair and stared at the Delta while he slept. Grayson was ready to spring into action when the Delta suddenly sat up gasping but then he suddenly laid down and fell back to sleep…The Delta slowly woke up, feeling warmer than he had in so long. The ground beneath him was soft like he was lying on a warm cloud. His eyes flutter open, and he's met with soft blue surroundings. He reaches his hand up and touches the soft blue pillow his head is lying on, and he's shocked that it is indeed a pillow. It's only then that he realizes that all he smells is the familiar scent of his mate. His eyes widened when he realized where he was lying. The Delta shoots up, sitting upright in the blink of an eye. His heart races as his eyes dart around the room.
Third Person's POV Not feeling much like cooking, Grayson went down to the kitchen. The whole way to the kitchen and back, Grayson couldn't get the images of the Omega kneeling on the ground and on his bed presenting himself. It made him so angry that those sick bastards conditioned him like this. That they hurt him and put him through so much hell that he's now programmed to do these things. It makes him so angry that his mate is so afraid of the world and him, and it's all because of those fuckers at the auction. He tried to control his anger, but he found himself slipping and scaring the Delta instead. He was angry at himself for doing that. He wasn't mad at the Delta; he was mad at them. He pushed the door open to his apartment and could smell him as soon as he entered. Grayson paused for a moment, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in through his nose. That sweet and delicate scent invaded his nose, and his heart ached that he couldn't hold him, hug him, or cuddle him like
Third Person's POV As Grayson sat in his father's office, he wonders if Sebastian is in the apartment kneeling while waiting for him. He hopes he isn't, but he wouldn't be surprised if he was. Grayson sits at his father's desk as he tells him what they saw. Coal sits to his right with his father's laptop, trying to look up as many faces as he can remember. Coal has been at it for hours, and he's only located three Alphas. “It shouldn't be that hard. Each pack has a picture of their Alpha,” Reid said.“That's the thing, it's not just pack Alphas. The majority of them were only Alpha blood, not an Alpha of a pack. That's why there were so many there. It was an auditorium full of them. And they weren't all locals; most flew from different states. I don't know who was in charge there. But The announcer seemed like he held quite a bit of authority, definitely over anyone on the stage.” Grayson said. “Well, this is going to take a long time. You're talking about looking at photos of Alp
Third Person's POV Sebastian sat on the couch as the Alpha left. He stared at the door for several minutes, ignoring the sound of the TV that the Alpha turned on. After a few minutes, he looked at the floor and fought the urge to kneel. His muscles twitched as he stared at the floor. It felt so wrong sitting on the soft plush couch. It was a place he didn't belong. His place is on the floor. Even the shirt he's wearing is wrong. He's supposed to be in thongs. The warm shower he had this morning was wrong too. As good as it was, it felt wrong. He kept staring at the door and waiting for the Alpha to come in and punish him. He didn't allow himself to enjoy it. He washed himself as fast as he could, in fear of being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. He looks down at the shirt and sweatpants, and begins playing with the bottom of the shirt. He glances around, anticipating someone will step out of a room and catch him where he doesn't belong. The overwhelming sensatio
Third Person's POV “Knock it off!” Grayson scolds his brother, who poked his side as they approached the Black Wolf Pack, Grayson isn't sure how the roles were reversed. He is usually the silly one, not Ezra! But yet the stupid vampire has been abnormally chippery and playful during this drive, which is very unlike his stuck-up posh younger brother.Grayson turns and looks at his brother with a “what the fuck” look while protecting his side so they don't fly off into a ditch. “I swear, I will punch this gas and hit the closest tree, so you'll fly out of this fucker if you touch my side again!” Grayson threatened, and Ezra threw his head back laughing. “Do you know how many times you did this to me, and I never once threatened to hit a tree? You're such a pussy!” The Vampire King said, and Grayson slammed on the brakes as he took a sharp breath in. He threw the car in park, grabbed his brother in a headlock, and quickly entered his mind as he forced a link open. A moment later, he s
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