Lenox povI’m not actually going to fuck his dad. Well, maybe, it depends on how the old man looks and if he fits my liking. Would Sarah consider this cheating? I sure as fuck wouldn’t, but I never know with that woman. Yeah, I better find the willpower to hold back from any temptation. A simple slip of a leg, and I’m fucked forever. I don’t want to lose my wonderful woman and access to our warrior Optimus. “You sick-” the damn fool chokes on his own words. “You sick bastard, I’m an orphan!” He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable. “Anyway,” I drag the word as I take in his miserable appearance. “Am I getti
Lazarus povI leave the office. If Than wants to deal with the Elder himself, I won’t stand in his way or try to stop him. Besides, the remark about leeches made me rather uncomfortable, and I prefer to stay out of that territory. I can’t claim that I have the best relationship with vampires, and neither is my opinion about them anywhere relatively high, but then again, I have no idea what Than meant by leeches. Perhaps he didn’t mean blood-sucking monsters. There’s always a possibility he addressed some weird demon creatures. As I storm past the Council members, none of them questions me about the whereabouts of the man who followed me to the office. If anything, they appear too overtaken by the attention the pack members give them. Some decided to make themselves comfortable and sat down while others silently follow the youngest maids around. Good thing there are guards all over the place here. There’s no saying what those old farts think, and everyone knows how they love usi
Lenox povAs we walk away from the little piece of paradise, I wonder how ignorant that fool is. He's grinning like he just saw his first sunrise, and sadly, he can't notice everything wrong with this situation. "That friend of yours isn't a friend," I mutter to check his reaction. Either he's blissfully stupid, or he's pretending. It doesn't matter which one it is because sooner or later, he will pay the price of his doings. Not that I want to warn this moron about everything Fenton could and most likely will do, but the least I can do to get more information is to come somewhat clean. First, when I decided to follow Luka, I thought he left because of me, because of the words I never meant. Yet, of all the possibilities, kidnapping wasn't one I considered as I roamed the woods. But now that I have enough information to put facts together, I slowly start accepting the seriousness of this shitstorm. The only thing I truly fear is the possible consequences. If I don't find Luka bef
Sarah pov“Lazarus Vincent, you are a dead man walking!” I scream at the top of my lungs as soon as I step out of the darn building. The nurses kept fussing about how I’m not allowed to leave the premises and try to find my husband, but I’ll be damned if I miss a chance to catch him red-handed. Excuse after excuse flooded in whenever I asked for him. Even when some of the nurses had to leave the hospital and look for him – the man had balls big enough to dismiss my pleas for him. Just like in an old tale – if the mountain won’t come to me, I will walk to the damn mountain. In this case, however, the mountain in question is dangerously close to losing the things he loves the most. A body part less or more, who cares? I don’t. But he will. “Please, let us help you get back to your room. You can’t leave yet, we don’t know if it’s safe for you to walk around,” one of the nurses jumps in front of me. Haven’t these women figured out that I’m stubborn enough to ignore their words jus
Sarah pov“They want us to mark you.” All I can do is stare at his lips and hope he will repeat the same thing, and somehow, his lips will move in a different way to prove I’m hearing things. Mark me. What the actual hell?I get it, marking is important, but given my past and the things the triplets found out about me – if anyone, Lazarus should understand how I might feel about such a possibility. And above that, how does the Council have so much power over three Alphas, ruling the biggest pack known to shifters, to demand something?Aren’t they getting ahead of themselves? Won’t anyone ask the triplets if that’s what they want? Won’t they ask for my opinion?I shake my head in denial and clear my throat. “Excuse me, could you repeat that?” My voice breaks mid-sentence as my heart starts racing even faster. Lazarus brings his hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose as he lets out a deep, frustrated breath. “They want us to mark you,” he repeats the exact words, and to
Lazarus povI leave the room. But not because Sarah told me to, I do it because I want to. Alright, maybe, just a tiny bit maybe because she told me to go.More arguments are the last thing we need right now. With Luka and Lenox technically going missing, we should try to stay closer, as a family. Her reaction seems a bit unjustified. I know the importance of communication when it comes to Sarah, but I also don’t feel like we should be completely transparent with each other. Yes, that would be for the best, but then again, what’s the harm of a little white lie? Besides, if I try to hide something – I do it for her good. In no way am I intending to hurt her, quite the opposite. Laying out the truth might sound like the best thing in her books, but she just gave birth, God damn it. On top of that, she was in a life-threatening state just hours ago. I can’t dump all that information on her shoulders as if it won’t affect her. Are my attempts to protect her really that bad of an ide
Lenox pov Shit. Fuck. Chickenshit fucksticks! How in the hell did we get here? Like seriously, I’m missing my daily tea party with the fucking devil because of this bullshit. I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan, just like Laz would in moments of great stress. Honestly, no idea why he does this because shit isn’t helping the rising frustration to fade. Someone’s about to die, and I don’t care who’s the damn victim for as long as I get to taste the blood and enjoy it dripping down my fingers. Speaking of which, I think I have an idea. “Well, asshole, you better get yourself together because we have places to be, chainsaws to play with, and bitches to kill. I’m a Barbie girl in a Barbie world and all that bullshit; I’m sure you’re catching my vibe.” I poke the guy in the gut and wink at him. One thing I love about criminals is how clueless and stupid they get once they swim deeper into my imaginary ocean and meet a fish much bigger and way more dangerous than themselves.
Sarah pov I know I was too harsh with Lazarus, but sometimes, that’s exactly how I must be to get my point across with the triplets. I never intended to make him feel like there’s no trust in our relationship, yet if that’s how I came across when I spoke my mind, I will deal with the consequences. I just wish they would understand why I’m so adamant to keep open communication with them. Right now, all I want is to stay close to my little miracle and see all of her dads next to us. We’re a family, so we should act like one. I wonder how Seth would feel about the mess if she were to find out about how secretive her sons are. Of course, they do this only behind her back to ensure their mother won’t intervene. As a heavy sigh leaves me, someone knocks on the door and doesn’t wait for me to invite them in to open it. Speak of the devil; it’s the one and only, Seth. My eyes follow her as she slides inside the room, hiding something behind her back. “Hey, what are you hiding?” I get st