ICE PRINCES OF HELL: Veins Of The Omega

CAELEN’S POVIf they died, so would I.My fingers gripped my phone tighter, my brows furrowed as I listened to the person on the other end of the call.“We're already looking at other options, Mr Lopezㅡ”“How long do they have if we're not able to find a suitable match?” I cut him off, my voice gruff.Trees loomed in the distance as the car zoomed across the almost empty highway, darkness seeming to envelop us like a cloud.The driver cast a short glance at me through the mirror, his fingers tightening around the steering before his eyes darted back to the stretch of quiet road ahead of us.The doctor hesitated for a second and that told me everything I needed to know. “About a week.”My stomach churned and I wanted to smash my fist into something to take the edge off.A week. A week before my quadruplets would be dead. I couldn't lose my sons. Not this way ㅡ not because they couldn't find the perfect match to feed on.Being a vampire didn't seem too hard at first. I built an empire.

EZRA'S POV My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my chest.I had planned this for months. Years even. But now, as the time loomed even closer, I started feeling myself get cold feet.What would happen if I failed and they caught me? Caelan would never trust me again. Would they kill me? I had no idea why I was this important to the family and somehow, I doubted I was that relevant to them.There was a sharp knock on my door that made me jerk back to the present. Shit.My feet moved fast as I quickly pulled open my door to see Dorian standing there, hands tucked into his pockets.“Hey.”My heart lurched in my chest and I cleared my throat, leaning against the doorframe. “What's up?”He looked behind me, peering around the large space I called my room. “Can I come in?”For a second, I couldn't say a word, the words seeming to be stuck in my throat. I didn't expect anyone to come to my room. Definitely not Dorian. What did he want? I finally nodded. “Yeah sure.”Just as I ste

LUCIEN'S POVThree weeks. Nothing.I had never been this worked up over something. How did we manage to lose a simple omega? It wasn't even about the fact that our feeding had been strained for a while, it was the fact that something bad could have happened to him. Of all the stupid things he could have chosen to do and he picked the one that involved leaving the people that kept him safe. With a sigh, I dropped my coat on the chair and Caius looked up from his desk. He had that look, the one where he already knew what I was going to say and had already prepared a response he thought was reasonable."Don't tell me to be patient," I rubbed my face. "I wasn't going to.""What did Marcus say?"I pulled out the chair across from him and sat. "Same as everyone else. He passed through, bought food, took the northern line out of the city. After that–" I spread my hands. "Nothing. The trail just stops."Caius tapped the table with a finger, "Because he switched lines at the Creston juncti

EZRA'S POVFOUR MONTHS LATER"Ezra! Ezra, that pass in the third, bro, where did that even come from?""Just saw the opening," I shrugged. "Just saw the opening?" Cole repeated, throwing his arm around my neck and nearly taking me off balance. "Listen to this guy. Just saw the opening. You made Petrov look like he was skating in the sand, man."The locker room was loud the way it always was after a win, everyone was talking, hooting and hollering as they talked loudly over each other. Five months and I still wasn't used to it. Not in a bad way though, it was just I hadn't had this before. People genuinely happy and including me in that happiness without wanting anything back for it.But they were becoming family fast. I sat on the bench and started unlacing my skates while Cole kept talking."Coach wants to push for the eastern bracket now. If we keep this form we're looking at a real shot at… hey, are you listening?""Eastern bracket," I said. "Real shot. Yes."He squinted at me. "

DORIAN'S POV. The black ice had no business being as beautiful as it was. That was the only thought I didn't say out loud because it was the kind of observation that served no practical purpose. Draven Stadium, a place that we've owned for more than two years, was the perfect place for us to practice. I wasn't really a fan of hockey. Never had much time to play it unless necessary. Emphasis on necessary. I looked around. Lucien was already stretching at the far end when I came out which meant he hadn't slept. Caius followed me out thirty seconds later with his notebook which he would set on the boards and reference exactly twice and then ignore. Riven came last, no greeting, stick, already in his hands and moved directly to the left circle to begin his own warm-up without being asked. We ran the first drill in silence. This was the standard. The first twenty minutes of any session we did together belonged to instinct. We had learned years ago not to interrupt it. I sent the puck