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Third Person's POVOver three hours had passed, and still no word from the doctor. Alaric's arm stretches up over his head against the wall next to the window, bracing himself as he leans against it, staring out at the sky, watching the warm colors fill it as the sun sets. “Why did you attack Silver pack?” Alaric asked his father, who stood beside him, looking out the window. Lennox sighed heavily and turned away from the window, walking back to where he had been sitting and sat down. Alaric turned to watch his Father, waiting for a reply. “Ten years ago, we attended one of those damn annual events. I brought ten omegas with me, like I always had, and I let two go. One of them went to a pack four hours from here, and the other went to the Silver pack. The one from Silver pack escaped two weeks ago and returned here. He came back here because his dad was here when he left, and he was hoping he was still here.”“Was he?” Alaric asked, cutting his father off. He sighed a breath in
Third Person's POVLennox shot to his feet when the door opened, and the doctor walked out. He stepped forward, ready to hear how the Omega was doing, but was shocked when the doctor stepped back, and the nurses pushed the Omega's bed out of the room with him in it. He locked eyes with those beautiful ice-blue eyes for a brief moment before his bed was turned, and they headed down the hall with him. “What's going on? Where are they taking him?” The Alpha panicked and tried to follow, but the doctor reached up, placed his hands on the Alpha's chest to stop him. It took every bit of his Alpha blood to stop Lennox from plowing him over. But he knew if the alpha really wanted to, he'd have him on his ass.“Please relax, Alpha, and I'll explain what's going on,” The doctor pleaded.Lennox took a step back and let out a frustrated sigh that bordered on the sound of a growl. “Follow me,” the doctor said, tucking a clipboard under his arm and motioning Lennox and Alaric to follow him. Len
Third Person's POV Those ice blue eyes blurred as Lennox's eyes filled with tears. His mind, which was blank moments ago, was now filled with many questions. Questions he wasn't sure he'd ever get the answers to. Not since the person who holds the answers is now dead.Lennox allows the omega's lower half to rest against his thighs so he can free a hand. Then, with that free hand, he reached up and brushed the dirty hair away from the thin, frail face he couldn't pull his eyes away from. He wasn't sure what color the omega's hair was. It was so dirty he couldn't tell whether it was naturally dark or if something lighter lay beneath the filth. The Omega was way too light. He couldn't have weighed more than 60 lb. He could feel every bone under his touch. There wasn't an ounce of meat on his body. His skin is very pale, and he's not sure if it's from being hidden away from the Sun for far too long or if it's naturally like that. Scars litter his frail body, and newer wounds are scabb
Third Person’s POV“Will you stop trying to grope me and focus on the road!’’ Adrian scolded as he pushed Alaric's hands away that had drifted between his legs. “I'm focused on the road! I can't help it, my hand has a mind of its own,” Alaric teased, flashing a smile.Adrian rolled his eyes and looked forward as they turned left onto the private drive that led into Alaric's father's pack.Their smiles faded when they reached the gate and saw a long row of vans a short ways past the gate. Alarmed, Alaric pressed on his father's link and nailed the gas, ignoring the guard who waved them down.“Not now, I'll talk to you when you get up here,” his father said, then abruptly closed the link. “What is it? What's going on?” Adrian asked as he shifted around in his seat, scanning the tree lines on both sides, trying to figure out if they're under attack.“I don't know. My father said he'll talk to me when we get up there.” Adrian looked into several vans as they raced past them. The Beta's
Art’s POVI woke to a light feathery touch moving across my face. I realized what it was right away, so I didn't move. I stayed still and kept my breath slow and steady, making my little Alpha believe I was still asleep. I could feel his eyes on my face, but they weren't following the path of his fingers. They were creating their own path, mapping every inch of my face and committing it to memory. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my chest as his upper body rested against mine. I could hear each relaxed breath he took, while hearing every thought that went through his pretty little mind. His walls were down, unaware I was awake. The first thing I realized was that he didn't feel detached. He felt whole. Complete. In fact, more complete than I've ever felt him. More complete than the first time I met him, which makes it hard to pretend like I'm still asleep, because damn, my heart wants to palpitate.I never knew how much damage I did when I first met him. I never knew
Art's POVNikolai's emotions pour into me freely as I carry him to his room. His emotions are so strong and raw. His fear of losing me was crippling. The devastation he felt when the portal closed is still there as if it just happened. The anguish he felt from thinking he lost the very thing he looked for his whole life nearly brought me to my knees several times as I made my way through the pack house. I've never felt anything so strong. His emotions feel like my own, and my eyes sting. The edges of my reality fray, and it gets harder to tell whose feelings belong to whom.It doesn't matter how tight I hold him, how much he breathes in my scent, or how strong the tingles are against his face and hands; he's having a hard time believing I won't disappear with his next breath. I kicked the door closed behind us, crossed the room to the couch, and sat down. I closed my eyes and took several slow, deep breaths, trying to calm and ground myself. It took way longer than it ever had, but







