Sarah povLenox just killed someone, dragged the body to the corner, painted the bathroom with blood, and now, he's cornering me with the most devilish grin I've ever seen on anyone's lips. Sometimes, I don't understand how his mind works. No, scratch that. I couldn't understand Lenox even if I tried. He's just; I don't know, a different breed?I let out a shaky breath once Lenox takes a step back, and his eyes take me in once again. Each time he does that- gives me a quick once-over; I feel like my insides are about to burst at the intensity of his gaze. Lenox raises an eyebrow and brings his hand to his chin. He's not saying anything or giving more commands, so for a split second, I lose touch with reality and the situation on our hands. It's clear that he wants something from me or expects me to do something. I stare at him like I have no idea what's going on until Lenox drops the amused act and groans. "Didn't I just tell you what to do?" He asks, visibly annoyed at my lack of
Lenox pov "I-" Sarah looks away and gulps. "I can't do anything with the blood; I'm sorry. I- I mean, watching you do what you did was a lot, okay? And I know you're used to, well, being you, but I'm not. It's not every day I watch people get killed or someone paints the floor and walls with blood. In fact, this was the first time I had witnessed something like this. Also, it's so easy for you to go from killing to sex mood, but I'm still trying to grasp it. So, I don't think it's the best idea to ask me to have sex with you in a pool of someone's blood. Especially when this person's lifeless body is in the same room, it's weird, you know?" Did I go too far? Maybe. Could I handle the situation without using violence? Absolutely. Did I want to avoid spilling blood? Not exactly. Alright, alright, did I want to avoid it? Hell, no. Am I going to work on myself every day to become a better person? Also no. Well, what's done is done, and there's nothing that can be done about it.
Sarah pov Lenox holds my hand as we leave the guest bedroom and make our way to the staircase. At first, we walk side by side, but soon, he takes the lead, and all I can do is follow him. When we reach the top of the stairs, I notice Lazarus standing next to his bedroom. Lenox winks at his brother and pulls me with him to stop for a quick chat. So much for him being in a hurry to show me his special playroom. If it turns out to be a room full of toy trains and tracks, I swear to God, I might lose my mind. As long as we have skin-to-skin contact, that's fine, but if I lose that, who knows how painful the next heat wave could be. We step in front of Lazarus, and Lenox immediately warns his brother about the mess he left in the guest bedroom's bathroom, to which Lazarus just shrugs. I can't call it a 'mess', especially after witnessing how and what happened there. It's a crime scene of a cold murder, but none of the brothers seems bothered by it. "I wouldn't expect anything el
Lazarus pov I close the door behind me, lock it and press my back against the cold wood. There's no way I could explain how the fuck I could remain that calm. Just now, Lenox and Sarah passed me while she was wearing nothing but that damn towel. It took everything in me to smile and hold back from pouncing at her right there, in the hall. The way my brother held her so damn close only proved that I'm jealous as hell. I may claim that her relationship with my brothers doesn't bother me, but damn it, it does. It's only a matter of time before I snap, especially knowing where they're heading. That damn playroom. Why did I allow Lenox to turn one of my guest bedrooms into a playroom? Why? It seemed like a good idea at the time since he often hooked up with women from my district or Luka's so as not to complicate relationships with the people he leads. But today, that decision seems like the worst mistake I have ever made. I try the breathing exercises our mother taught us when we
Luka pov"Don't look for me." My brother's words echo in my head as Lenox disappears from our sight. When I regain my senses and try to follow him, even run out of the building, he's gone for good. How could I? How the hell could I say all those things, especially after finding out he's the reason I'm alive?Am I really that heartless to act like this? I've never treated Lenox so badly. Sure, we've never been as close as he and Laz were, but I never stooped so low as to drive him away. And now, I feel like I have lost something important- a part of me that I'll never get back. I stand at the main entrance, scanning the surroundings, probably hoping Lenox will turn up and tell me it's just a joke- he's not going to leave, and the argument is nothing. But even I understand how unrealistic this hope is because it's my own fault. Shaking my head, I turn around and walk back into the house right as Lazarus' pack doctor rushes past me. He runs up the stairs and heads for the stupid play
Seth pov "You did what?" My voice trembles as I take a step back. I wish I could scream and shout, raise my hand at this little shit, or do anything close to that, but I can't. My own son... How could he? I know anyone can say something hurtful, especially if they are guided by emotion, but to say something like that to his brother. All this, even though Luka knows the nightmare we had to go through to keep Lenox with us. And all this, even though Luka knows how much these words would shatter his brother. I've failed as a mother. I've failed my sons, and, most importantly, my family. How did I fail to notice the monster hiding within Luka? I put a hand over my mouth to stifle the sob that escapes me. Pregnancy hormones and confessions like this don't mix well. I look at my son and wonder where I went wrong with him. Growing up, Luka's always been a charming young man, and he didn't change over the years. He always thought about how others might feel and never failed to show co
Sarah pov Pain. Nothing but pain, a thousand times worse than one from the heat. My body burns; the muscles tense and relax in violent, rapid jerks, and my head feels like a bucket overflowing with lava. What on earth has happened to me? Hissing, I open my eyes and immediately close them- the bright light stings and makes the unbearable feeling even worse. I have to take a deep breath until my heartbeat slows down and I can try again. If I don't find a way to calm down, my heart might burst through my ribcage. I try to lift my arms and legs; they seem to be working perfectly; apart from the physical pain, I'm fine. What happened? I furrow my brows and concentrate on the remnants of the memories. The playroom. Lenox. The half-shifted beast. "Oh, God, no," I whisper, fighting the pain coursing through my body as I raise my hand to my neck. I know, for a fact, that he bit the right side of my neck, but no matter how hard I try to find the scar- there isn't one. It can't be tha
Lazarus povLuka's been on my back since yesterday. I refuse to speak to him, look at him, or even acknowledge his presence. He is as much of a brother to me as Lenox, but Luka has taken it too far.I understand the brotherly rivalry and even the jealousy. What I don't understand is the display of pure, deep hatred for someone who has done everything to deserve his love. Lenox is crazy. He's messed up so deep in his roots that there's no way to fix him, but beyond that, he's an amazing, trustworthy and hard-working man who deserves the best in life. But despite our brother's good qualities, Luka pushes them aside and focuses on the bad ones. God, if only this idiot knew what happened to Lenox when he set out to avenge the attack. If only someone besides Lenox could tell the story. Lenox never shared the full details about what happened then. We know that the experience was horrifying, so much so that we lost the Lenox we knew and gained a new person instead of the one we had.But