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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 A line of cars roll down the driveway before coming to a stop in front of the pack house. Donald's men are handcuffed and loaded right away. Just as the last vehicle full of Donald's men pulls away, a loud commotion is heard from the test tree line. Grayson and his father turn to see Coal and his team dragging two men from the tree line. Both seem angry and fight against the warriors who drag them forward.“Fucking bastard! I swear if you hurt him, I will fucking kill you!” The larger Alpha yells, growling as he struggles in Coal's grasp. The other Alpha was smaller, and even though he looked angry, he looked scared and had obviously been crying. His face was still wet, and his eyes had unshed tears in them. As soon as Grayson and Reid stepped forward, the smaller Alpha gasped when he saw the Alpha lying on the ground. “Oh Goddess, Father! What did you do?!” Allen yelled. As much as he hated his father, he was still his father. Seeing him lying on the ground wit
Third Person's POV Ezra disappeared from the car shortly after they left. After teleporting his dad home, he returned to the front seat next to his brother. Ezra frowned when he noticed his brother was already protecting his side.Ezra clicked his tongue, and Grayson laughed. “You're a little shit! I knew you were going to try that when you came back!” Grayson said, and Ezra folded his arms over his chest with a huff. “Pull over so we can have one of the guys drive this home. Father wants me to bring you home,” Ezra said as he stretched. ~Reid stood inside the large room where the Omegas were staying. It didn't matter how many times he told them they didn't have to kneel anymore; every one of them was kneeling except the unconscious one. Julian stood next to Reid, holding onto his arm as he looked into the room full of people just like Sebastian. He didn't know where to begin or how to begin. They hadn't even broken Sebastian from kneeling yet. How wo
Third Person's POV Liam ran his hands down the soft material of his sweatpants. He looked at himself in the mirror and didn't recognize himself anymore. He has lost so much weight. His hair is dull, and his face is sunken in. He frowns as he looks away and then pauses with his hand on the door. The room on the other side was empty when he walked in, but what if it's full of people now? It didn't smell like Omegas; they smelled dominant. He slowly cracked the door open and was relieved to see it was empty. Not even the three Omegas that wanted to bathe him were in there. He stepped into the room and let his eyes scan his surroundings. The room is filled with bunk beds and a strange scent. Now that his body is clean, and he doesn't smell the remnants of what that bastard left behind on him, he can smell what they are: dominant Delta 3s. But they don't smell normal, they smell different. They don't smell like wolves. He slowly walks around the room, his nose flaring as he tries to fig
Third Person's POV Sebastian stood in the kitchen, staring into the sink at what was left of the pink thongs. “You'll never have to wear anything like that again, ever! You'll never have to wear anything you don't want to.” The Alpha's words play in his head as he stares into the sink. He reaches up and touches his throat, feeling skin instead of the collar. Every new owner gives you a collar. It has your new master's name on it so you and everyone else know who you belong to… this master didn't do it. This master also claims he's not his master and he doesn't have one and never will again… could that possibly be true? Is he finally… free?“Have you been standing there the whole time I've been gone?” a soft voice asked as a hand touched Sebastian's arm. The Delta screamed as he jumped into the air. Grayson grabbed him when he almost fell backward, his concerned eyes wide as his left hand wrapped around the small Delta’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. The Delta’s wild ey
Third Person's POV Everything of his that sat on the dresser and nightstand, which made this empty room feel like his room was now gone and packed away inside his suitcase. All his toiletries are wrapped up in a bag. He moves back and forth between the dresser and his suitcase, which lies on the bed. He can't believe his training with Noah is over. Yes, it was cut a little short, but even still, it went by so fast.When he first arrived at Thorn Pack, he couldn't wait to get back home. He couldn't wait to be near her, and now he's gone days without thinking of her, not even once. She's now the farthest thing from his mind and the only being that consumes his thoughts is Joey. The thought of leaving and not being able to see the Omega whenever he wants is hard. Even though it's only 45 minutes away, it's still too far. There will be no more running into him in the halls or outside the pack house. There will be no more seeing him every day, or laying with him at night until he falls a
Third Person's POV Tate never made it back to the Alpha's office that day, but Reid understood, especially after talking to Nick and Rose and hearing how distressed the Omega was. Reid decided to give Tate the rest of the day and the following day off to get the Omega settled in, which Joey was ecstatic about. Tate tried to finish up a few lessons on his laptop, but when the Omega began humming while reconstructing his nest, the Alpha couldn't focus on anything but him. The laptop was long forgotten as the Omega happily hummed while slowly reconstructing his nest. He carefully folded the sheet and laid it out, creating an oval. Next, he layered a few pieces of Tate's clothing and then a pillowcase here, and a pillowcase there before neatly stacking a blanket on top, following the same oval pattern. Slowly, the walls went up as the Omega nibbled on his lip and tilted his head, deep in thought, as he considered each piece and laid them precisely the way he wanted. The final piece was
Third Person's POV It was five days ago, and it seemed like any other day. The only difference was that it was her birthday. It wasn't that big of a deal since her birthday fell on a Wednesday, and her party wasn't until Saturday. Chloe sat at the counter with her cup of coffee, staring out the window. This was the day she had looked forward to for so long. It was a day she was scared of but still excited about because it was the day she was to find out Tate was her mate… The only problem was that it was his birthday two weeks ago, and he discovered she wasn't his mate; someone else was. Chloe looked down briefly before taking a sip of her coffee. She sighed, and she looked back out the window. She no longer cared about this day. What was the point when he wasn't going to be her mate? She felt numb. She couldn't even feel sad. There was an emptiness inside her, and she wasn't sure how to process it. After taking the last sip of her coffee, she rinses out her mug before setting it
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