ログインThe warehouse didn’t feel safe anymore, Not after what Ethan showed us.And definitely not after what I felt.I couldn’t sit still, so I didn’t, I paced Back and forth. My head was loud, my chest tight, that strange dark energy under my skin moving like it had somewhere to be and I was just in the way.Marcus watched me the whole time, but didn’t stop me, I guess he was scared.Didn’t try to control it.That alone told me he was worried.“Say it,” I snapped finally, stopping mid-step. “Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on me. “Your power is changing noah.“I figured that part out,” I responded.“No,” he said, pushing off the wall now, stepping closer. “Not growing. Changing. That’s different.”I folded my arms. “Okay, and?”“And it means the collar isn’t just suppressing you anymore,” he said. “It’s forcing your energy to adapt. Twisting it, and its getting darker.At what cost?” I asked quietly. Marcus didn’
The car had been going full speed for what seemed like an eternity. Marcus just continued to drive as though stopping at all would mean the entire world would catch up to us. I leaned against the side of the car with my arms wrapped tightly around me, still feeling it. That room. Those cameras. Watching everything we did as if we were some kind of twisted circus. I felt dirty. Not in the sense that you can wash your hands clean. This dirt was deep inside of me. It wouldn’t go away.“You’re bleeding again,” Ethan stated softly.“Don’t care,” I mumbled Marcus’ grip on the wheel tightened. “You should.”I laughed, but it came out wrong. Oh, now you care?”Really??The tension in the car got thicker. I was feeling so uneasy already but not from fear this time.It was anger. It was hurt. It was everything I didn’t know how to say without breaking something.“We’re close,”Marcus said after a while.“Close to what? “I asked.“A place no one knows,”he replied.“Off grid.No cameras.No
The high-frequency whine didn't just hurt; it felt like someone was stir-frying my brain in a pan of hot grease.Ethan hit the floor first, his hands clamped over his ears, his face turning a sickly shade of purple. My own knees buckled, the iron collar around my neck vibrating so hard I thought it was going to shatter my collarbone. It wasn't just dampening my power anymore—it was screaming, a digital siren calling every hunter in a five-mile radius to our exact coordinates.“Marcus!” I screamed out.Marcus didn't flinch. He was already a shadow by the window, his red eyes narrowed to slits. He didn't look back at me, and for a split second, a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the frequency crawled up my spine. He was so still. So detached. Was he protecting me, or was he just guarding a piece of property he’d been conditioned to keep? I really didn’t get to know why he didn’t kill me if he was sent to do so.“Stay down,” Marcus commanded, his voice a low vibration that managed
************Noah shifted, his neck stiff. The iron collar was still there, a cold, heavy weight that felt like a permanent part of his skin now. Every time he breathed, he felt the faint sound of the nullifier tech, a low-frequency buzz that kept his blood feeling like lead. But when he turned his head, he wasn’t looking at the depressing wallpaper. He was looking at Marcus.Marcus hadn’t slept a wink since he came to rescue Noah . He was sitting up against the headboard, his eyes dark and heavy, watching Noah like the world might end if he looked away for a second. His black t-shirt was wrinkled, and there was a smudge of grease on face but to Noah, he looked like the only thing worth holding onto.“You’re staring,” Noah whispered, his voice still a bit scratchy from the screaming the night before.“I’m making sure you’re still breathing,” Marcus replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated right through the mattress. He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of Noah’s skin,
The motel smelled like damp walls and bad decisions. Marcus didn’t complain. He just kicked the door shut behind them and slid the bolt across like that thin piece of metal could actually keep the world out. His chest was still rising too fast, breath rough, uneven, like his body hadn’t caught up to the fact that they made it out. Barely. Noah was still in his arms,he felt light. That was the first thing Marcus noticed when the adrenaline started fading. Noah had always felt warm, alive, something you felt even without touching. Now… it was different. Like holding something so weak,Like if he held him too tight, he might break. “Stay with me,” Marcus Whispered voice low, more to himself than anything. He dropped Noah gently onto the bed. The mattress creaked under the weight, cheap springs protesting, but Marcus didn’t move away. Not even an inch. Noah’s eyes fluttered open slowly. “Where…” his voice came out dry, barely there. “Safe,” Marcus said quickly. “Well… sa
Marcus didn’t think, he couldn’t afford it, Noah his is mate and he loves him.If he thought, he would choose wrong.And tonight… choosing wrong meant losing Noah.Another shock ripped through Noah’s body. His back arched, a broken sound tearing out of his throat, raw and painful and real.That was it,he snapped.“Enough!”The word came out like a roar, shaking the room.He didn’t go for Kris, he went for Noah.Kris laughed the second he saw the shift. “Smart choice,” he muttered, almost impressed.Marcus didn’t even look at him.Didn’t care obviously.All that mattered was Noah.He crossed the distance in a speed of light and grabbed him, one hand bracing his back, the other reaching straight for the collar.The second his fingers touched it—There was pain.Noah’sThe bond slammed it straight into his chest like a punch.Marcus sucked in a sharp breath.“Hold on,” he said, voice rough, low, right against Noah’s ear. “Just hold on.”Noah barely reacted. His body was trembling, weak
**MARCUS ***Marcus didn’t remember leaving the cathedral.One second he was standing in front of twelve ancient vampires, their eyes digging into him, their voices echoing with accusations, threats, betrayal… all he knew was he obeyed the call of the council.The next—Blood,and screams everywher
The alarms kept screaming like the building itself had lost its mind.Red lights washed over the room, turning the glass walls into slices of blood-colored fear. Kris Heather stood in the middle of it all like he owned the chaos, one hand on the control panel, the other resting casually at his side
The second Kris Heather’s words hit my ears, my chest went icy. Famous. The kind of fame that doesn’t make you rich, doesn’t make you powerful—it makes you prey. My legs felt like they were stuffed with lead. I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted to turn the tables—but the Nullifier collar
**************The water in the shower was so cold it should have hurt me so badly but it didn’t. It ran over my skin in thin streams, dripping from my hair, sliding down my back, but the heat inside my body wouldn’t go away. My veins still felt alive, it was trembling, like something inside them







