MasukVegas POV
What I wasn’t expecting was the mate bond to be stronger with her than it was Thea. It took every ounce of strength I had to not rush her the moment I smelled her amazing Lavender scent and whatever else sits underneath it that I can’t place yet. Clean. Warm. Familiar in a way that makes my chest feel tight. it calms Echo instantly. This already going bad. The fact that only her scent has Echo reacting says more than any seer ever could. Five years. Five years and he hasn’t relaxed this fast for anyone. She’s feisty and she fights back and that means loss of control. That isn’t an option because no control means things go wrong and someone dies. She thinks her bringing her friend will change something but all it did was give me a different way to control her. Not because I want leverage over her. Because if she starts spiraling she’ll need something familiar to anchor her. That’s what I tell myself anyway. I can’t get those eyes out of my head, her eyes make her look like a goddess. The pale blue against her skin doesn’t even look real. It looks like something made up to tempt stupid men into making stupid decisions. “I’m sorry about my daughter Alpha’s she’s not used to not having control over her life, she’s been like that her whole life” her dad says. I smirk. “Don’t worry Alpha Taylor I understand this a lot to take in, I’m sure once we get back to our pack she will feel less like a prisoner” I say. Lie. Nobody feels less trapped after leaving everything they know. But saying that out loud doesn’t help anybody. Truth is I’m hoping she doesn’t run, because control is all I know and everything around me needs to be controlled that’s the only way to keep everyone alive. People hear control and think power. Control isn’t power. Control is counting exits. Control is knowing where everyone is. Control is making sure nobody ends up buried because you relaxed for one second. She’s beautiful and the more I try not to think about her the more I do. The defiance in her eyes, the sharp tongue, the not backing down. She should be scared. That would make this easier. When she finally comes down with her friend and her luggage, I have one of my warriors take her stuff to the truck. “You’re in the car with Virgo and I” I say to her. She looks at me and I can see the way her body stiffens. “Actually I think I won’t, sorry mate but I would rather not be suffocating by whatever that is” she says gesturing between Virgo and I. Interesting. Most people lower their heads. She gets mean. “You’re going to make this difficult aren’t you?” I ask. She shrugs her shoulders. “That really depends on you” she says turning to walk to a different truck. I reach out to grab her arm. “If I were you mate I wouldn’t touch me again, I may not have a wolf but I’m the best warrior in this pack” she says and I pull my hand back. Best warrior? With no wolf. That shouldn’t impress me. It does anyway. When she goes to climb in the truck a group of warriors run over to her. “Kalani is it true? Are you really leaving?” a girl asks her. “Yeah kiddo unfortunately you’re all stuck with Adonis” she says smiling. They all groan at her response. “He makes us run too many laps and he’s always yelling” a young male says. She laughs and gods her laugh is beautiful. Get it together Vegas, control. “I will miss all of you so much” she says crying. “Olly make sure you watch those feet during your spars, I will be checking in” She says. They all love her and she is seemingly a big part of this pack which scares me for when we get home. People don’t look at us like that. Nobody runs toward us. Nobody cries because we’re leaving. Nobody complains about training and laughs while doing it. Shadow Pack hasn’t looked like this in a long time. What kind of change will she bring. Change is dangerous and the mission is keep her alive, we don’t have the luxury of nurturing a bond that isn’t guaranteed. Because if she starts changing our pack… that means she plans on staying. And I still haven’t decided if that thought terrifies me or not. “She might be different” Echo says. Hope. That’s all Echo ever wants. Hope and a mate and all the things our bloodline keeps proving we don’t get to have. “I don’t have the luxury of waiting to find out” I say back to him. That’s the difference between us. Echo still thinks wanting something makes it possible. I learned a long time ago wanting something doesn’t stop you from destroying it. I watch her take her friends hand and get into the truck with her and close the door. Virgo walks over to me. “She hates us” He says low. I look over at the truck. She should. “Good, then maybe she will live long enough to break the curse, she’s only 18 so that means we have 3 years Virgo” I say. His jaw tightens. He runs his hand over his face. “I can’t stay away from her for 3 years Vegas” he says. That gets my attention immediately because Virgo doesn’t admit weakness. I turn to face him. “Well figure it out because that’s where we are right now” I say. Three years. Three years of distance. Three years of pretending she isn’t ours. Three years of trying not to repeat five years ago. I walk to get in the truck with her and her friend. Virgo climbs in behind me. She sucks her teeth when we get in. “This is not space” She says. Interesting. She didn’t ask if we were riding with her. She assumed she already deserved space. “I never said I was giving it to you, I said you were riding with us that wasn’t up for debate” I say. Her eyes narrow. “This is so stupid, you are already suffocating” she says and puts her headphones in her ear. My eyes stay on her for a second longer than they should. Suffocating. That’s an interesting word. Her friend just looks between Virgo and I. “Well at least you’re hot” she says before putting her own headphones in. Virgo snorts. I stare out the window. That’s the problem. People always think dangerous things are easier to survive when they look good. This is going to be a very long three years. And somehow since Thea… three years sounds way too long.Vegas POVWhat I wasn’t expecting was the mate bond to be stronger with her than it was Thea.It took every ounce of strength I had to not rush her the moment I smelled her amazing Lavender scent and whatever else sits underneath it that I can’t place yet. Clean. Warm. Familiar in a way that makes my chest feel tight. it calms Echo instantly.This already going bad.The fact that only her scent has Echo reacting says more than any seer ever could.Five years. Five years and he hasn’t relaxed this fast for anyone.She’s feisty and she fights back and that means loss of control.That isn’t an option because no control means things go wrong and someone dies.She thinks her bringing her friend will change something but all it did was give me a different way to control her.Not because I want leverage over her. Because if she starts spiraling she’ll need something familiar to anchor her. That’s what I tell myself anyway.I can’t get those eyes out of my head, her eyes make her look like a
Kalani POVI stop at the top of the stairs preparing myself for waits for me at the bottom. My heart pounds faster in my chest with each step as their scents only grow stronger the closer I get the bottom of the steps. Nobody ever talks about this part. Everybody talks about finding your mate like fireworks and destiny and happy endings. Nobody talks about what happens when your body recognizes someone before your brain wants to. Astra howls in delight in my head.“Mates, Mates, Mates” she yips.“I get it you horny wolf, or did you forget they killed their first mate?” I snap at her.“But they are ours now” she says.Ours. Like that means something. Like people die every day by the hands of people that were supposed to love them.When I reach the bottom step I slowly make my way towards the source of the scents and moon goddess help me.“Mate” all three of us say in unison.My fathers claps his hands in excitement.“Oh this is perfect, my daughter will make an amazing Luna” He says an
Kalani POV“Again” I call out again across the field as I run drills. I’ve been running training since I was 15. Even though my brother is the heir of the pack I’m my father’s prodigy. I may not have shifted but I’m still the best warrior my pack has ever seen. People stopped waiting for me to shift years ago. Winning made them stop asking questions. “Okay Cory you’re up” I say to one of the younger warriors. “Aw come on Kalani I'm still recovering from last week” He says groaning and laughs break out across the training grounds. “ And this is how you get better step in the circle” I say.I step into the ring, dust rising around me as we both drop into our fighting stances. I hold back and wait for him to commit first, exactly like last week. He lunges for my arm but I slip sideways out of reach without effort. "You're fighting lazy," I say, keeping my tone even. He swings wide and I drive a solid hit into his ribs. He stumbles, breath hissing out, then steadies himself. Another swing
Virgo POVI learned way before Thea that if you’re not in control that’s when people die. Not maybe. Not sometimes. Every single time. This curse is all about losing control and I learned to never give Echo too much control. Conditioning him to know I’m in control saved me from a lot of shit after my first shift. People think I’m obsessive. Maybe I am. But obsession is easier to survive than regret. Virgo is chaos wrapped in a wolf, the curse was meant to keep us feral and too unstable to love but obsessive all at the same time. Except it feels like the curse morphed into It's own over the generations. Making the next male in the Black bloodline more feral and unstable than the last. Like the curse learned from each kill and came back meaner. Then came Virgo and I the first set of twins in the entire bloodline, so what happens to a curse that was never meant to be shared ? Nobody fucking knows. we both get a portion of it. Or maybe we got the worst parts and left nothing behind. Now w
Virgo POVThe smell of blood burns my nose, the scent so thick I can taste the metallic bitterness on my tongue every time I breathe. It clings to the back of my throat, heavy and suffocating, like the air itself is coated in it.“Virgo please it’s not too late to stop,” she cries weakly beneath my body.I force my body away from hers as I fight my wolf for control. Every muscle in my body trembles with the effort, my hands flexing uselessly at my sides as I try to force him back. She looks at me with hope in her eyes like there’s a chance she survives this. That’s the worst part. She still believes in me.Her blood coats my hands and stains the grass around her and still she fights.“Virgo fight him,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.She crawls in the grass toward me as I try to keep distance between us. Her breathing is uneven, fragile, each inhale sounding weaker than the last, but she keeps coming anyway. Havoc is scratching at the edges of my control and I’ve neve







