Chapter 31: Wet and Dizzy

[Sam’s POV]

The revelations we learned tonight weighed on my mind. Our mate is being pursued by the most dangerous beast we now know.

I got up from the bed and watched as Damen moved closer to her to spoon her as she lay sandwiched between him and Max. My kind does not need sleep. Having been around for so many years, I have learned to allow my mind to meditate, somewhat like sleep, but I don’t do it often.

Thirst on the other hand is something that we do need to satisfy. Feeling the dryness of my throat and the need to consume, I left our room for the kitchen, where we have a separate refrigerator full of blood bottles.

Blood bags feel so cheap, so I have my staff stock up on the more expensive blood, which comes in decorative wine bottles. The blood is harvested mainly from criminals, as our treaty pact does not allow for innocent blood to be spilled, without consent, for consumption in our area.

Occasionally, some humans volunteer their blood, but it has become less of a practi