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A Place To Belong

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Esme’s POV

I did not know what I expected when Koa found me. Maybe a roof over my head, maybe someone to keep me from freezing to death on the outskirts of the Nevada wilderness. Maybe… nothing. Because after everything I have lost, after every coven that turned its back, I have stopped hoping.

Koa did not talk much at first. Just handed me a blanket, led me to a room, set some food in front of me, and left me alone. I stayed huddled in the corner, bruises still throbbing, arms crossed tight across my chest. I have been taught my entire life that trust is a weapon too dangerous to wield. And then she appeared....

Human. Small. Young. Soft. And yet… something about her made me hesitate before I turned away. Zenith. They called her Luna. I did not understand. I barely understood why I should care. But when she knelt a few feet away, not touching, not forcing, just… sitting there, offering her presence, I felt my walls tremble.

“You’re
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    Alejandro The wards did not flare. That was the first sign something was wrong. No heat spike. No pressure surge. No warning hum rippling through the mountain villa. Just a subtle shift, like the land itself drawing a breath and deciding not to scream. Inferno woke fully. Not alert or defensive but attentive. I was already on my feet before Koa finished speaking through the mind link. Alpha. Gate perimeter. Single arrival. Male. He’s… waiting. Waiting..... That alone narrowed the possibilities. People who came desperate crossed the boundary half-dead, bleeding, begging, or unconscious. People who came malicious never crossed it at all. They hovered outside the wards, hoping pity would do what violence could not. But waiting? That meant knowledge. I stepped onto the balcony overlooking the front approach, the cold Lake Tahoe air biting through my shirt. Dawn had not fully broken yet. The mountains were still shadows against a pale sky. And there he stood. Tall. Broad-shouldered. N

  • Alejandro's Human Antidote    The Weight Of Leadership

    Alejandro Leadership is not loud. It does not roar or demand or bare its teeth. It settles. It presses into your spine when the house grows quiet again, after the injured are tended, after the fear eases, after everyone looks to you without realizing they have done it. Rowan stood near the railing overlooking the lower hall, arms folded tight against his chest. He had not moved since Zenith knelt beside the second arrival. His eyes tracked everything, the way Lucien handed over clean bandages without comment, the way Esme murmured a stabilizing incantation that didn’t flare or dominate, the way Koa positioned himself near the door without blocking it. No one postured. That unnerved him more than violence ever could. “Alpha,” Rowan said eventually, his voice low, careful. “How many more?” I didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “I don’t know.” He frowned. “You didn’t sense them?” “I sensed the first,” I replied. “After that, it becomes choice. People hear about safe ground faster than y

  • Alejandro's Human Antidote    The Beginning

    Zenith Healing always began the same way. Water first. I washed my hands in the stone basin by the window, letting the cold bite just enough to keep me anchored. Outside, Lake Tahoe lay deceptively calm, moonlight scattered across its surface like broken glass. The mountain villa stood silent behind me, but not empty. Never empty anymore. Eighteen heartbeats. Some steady. Some erratic. All tethered now. The scent of home clung to the air, sage, rosemary, crushed juniper, a trace of lavender. I had layered it carefully, the way one learns to do when living with vampires who smelled decay beneath their restraint, werewolves whose natural musk could overwhelm a room, and rogues who carried rot like a second skin. Alejandro had explained it once, awkwardly but earnestly, and I had adjusted without complaint. If scent could ease tension, then it was medicine. Rowan sat at the long dining table behind me, shoulders stiff, hands folded like he did not quite trust them yet. He had eaten

  • Alejandro's Human Antidote    The Table

    Alejandro’s POV Rowan sat like he expected the chair to bite him.Not rigid, he was not that kind of tense, but alert in a way that spoke of too many meals eaten with his back to a wall. His eyes tracked movement constantly.... Lucien crossing the room, Kael leaning to murmur something to Caius, Selene setting down a bowl with deliberate care. The dining hall smelled like bread, herbs, slow-cooked meat, and something warmer beneath it all. Home. Zenith had insisted on that word early on. I had not argued and Inferno hadn’t either. Rowan inhaled again, more deeply this time, and frowned. “This still doesn’t make sense.” Zenith smiled as she set a bowl in front of him. “Most good things don’t at first.” The meal was not extravagant. It never was. Stew thick with root vegetables and venison, fresh bread torn, not sliced, at the table, water infused lightly with mint and lemon. Enough to nourish, not overwhelm. Enough to test whether someone would take without fear. Rowan hesita

  • Alejandro's Human Antidote    The Scent of Home

    Alejandro’s POVRowan did not sleep that night. I know because the wards told me. Not in words, not in alarms, but in subtle shifts, a faint restlessness along the perimeter of the guest wing, a thread of awareness brushing against mine through the Haven’s mind-link. He was not afraid enough to flee. He wasn’t calm enough to rest. He was… watching. Listening. Measuring. Good. That meant he understood he’d crossed into something that couldn’t be bluffed. Morning came slow and silver over Lake Tahoe, fog lifting off the water in lazy coils. The villa woke gradually, not with alarms or chaos, but with movement. Footsteps. Soft voices. The quiet rhythm of people who had learned how to exist around one another without bracing for impact. By the time Rowan stepped into the lower hall, the ceremony circle had already been prepared. Not dramatic. Not ancient stone slabs or chanting under blood moons. Just intention. The circle was etched into the courtyard floor with clean, modern lines,

  • Alejandro's Human Antidote    New Member

    Zenith’s POV The wards reacted before I did. That was how I knew someone had crossed the outer perimeter, not with alarms or lights or anything as crude as sound, but with a subtle tightening in my chest. Like the air itself had drawn a careful breath. The kind it takes before deciding whether to welcome you… or end you. I set the ceramic mug down on the kitchen counter, the steam from my tea curling lazily upward. Outside, Lake Tahoe lay calm and deceptively peaceful, the mountains wrapped in early-morning mist. The villa was too quiet. Alejandro was on the upper terrace, I could feel him through the link, Inferno half-awake beneath his skin, aware now. That someone was at the gate. Not burned or repelled but admitted. That alone told me everything I needed to know. The wards Inferno had woven into this land were ancient, absolute, and merciless in their judgment. They did not care about sob stories. They did not respond to regret whispered too late. Malice, true malice, never

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