LOGINEZRA'S POVI came downstairs along with Cole by my side and the first thing...or rather, the person that greeted me was Riven. "Good morning." He moved closer and kissed my forehead. "How was your night?" He added. I was flabbergasted for a few minutes and turned my head sharply to Cole who was making noises underneath with the hope of teasing me. "What? Don't you like it? I thought it might be something you'd love since we are mates." He spoke up and kissed my cheek suddenly again. I bit my lower lip, unable to hide my reaction. It took me by surprise so much that I didn't even know what to say or how to react. "Don't scare him." Lucien warned from the table. He pulled the chair backward. "For you, my darling." He gestured and I furrowed my brows. "They are being exceptionally nice." I whispered to Cole. "Isn't that a good thing? You have four gigantic striking vampires at your call and ready to do whatever you want, isn't that heaven on earth?" "I do
AUTHOR'S POV The door slowly shut. Caelen sat behind the desk and his four sons arranged themselves in front of it, each person taking what seemed to be their specific spots for years. He turned the light to be more bright and relaxed into his chair. He looked at each of them. "Should I get you to start talking or what?" The instruction was directly given to them and they just knew they wouldn't be able to escape it. Dorian went first. He laid everything out, giving Caelan the sequence of events from Voss City forward. The details included the match, locker room, heat surge and the agreement with Ezra. While he was speaking, Dorian ensured to keep his voice leveled all throughout and his posture didn't change. Caelen listened without interrupting and when he was done, Caius took over. "The marks appeared the morning after the heat surge resolved. It's on Ezra's chest and his is a permanent golden circle with a five-pointed star and a claw at the center. Our marks on the o
EZRA'S POVThe dining room however looked slightly different. It had a bit of color, maybe it was the lighting but everything else? Pfft, the same. It had been maintained across centuries by Caelan. There was a long table and rows of a few chairs surrounding it. We sat down. Caelen at the head while the four brothers distributed along the sides. Cole stuck to my side like a glue which I found very comforting. The food was real and good. Caldenmoor food had always been. Caelen never joked with good meals, mostly for me because he could go days without eating as long as he had blood to drink. Regardless of who was eating, whenever need be, the kitchen took its work seriously. An aged woman came out of the kitchen and I recognised her instantly. Ana. Her eyes shimmered upon seeing me and a big smile graced her face. She quickly put the plates on the table and came over to my side and hugged me tightly. Her motherly perfume filled my nostrils, calming my nerves down quickly. "Ezra
To everyone reading this story so far, thank you truly. 🖤 This book is honestly such a wild ride for me. Making sure each brother feels different, real, and not like copies of each other has been both challenging and really fun, and I’ve been enjoying every second of it... I hope it’s been the same for you. Please know I appreciate every single reader supporting this book, whether you read quietly or loudly scream in the comments section, I see you, and I love you! 😭 I really hope you’re enjoying the story as much as I am writing it. And if you ever want to share your thoughts, favorite moments, or favorite brother so far… I’d love to hear them. Most importantly, please stay safe, healthy, happy, and take care of yourselves. Thank you again for all the love and support. 🖤 Now off you go... enjoy chapter 52.
EZRA'S POVI yawned and shut my eyes for just a few minutes. The flight was four hours long. I knew that because I counted most of them, even though it was not deliberate. I wasn't sitting there with a clock but my brain had decided sleep was not available so it decided to count. I had the feeling of dread as I accepted my reality that I was returning to that place that I had left with great intention and considerable planning in the back of a private jet with a dead vampire in cargo and my best friend asleep against my shoulder.Cole had been out within twenty minutes of takeoff. I envied that about him. The ability to just...go. To put his head down and let the situation wait while he recharged. I had never been able to do that peacefully. To sleep was even troublesome for me. Dorian was across the aisle with his eyes closed, which wasn't sleep either. I knew the difference after twenty years. Everyone was in their different sitting positions and nobody said anything to each other.
EZRA'S POVCole sat beside me on the bed for a long time without saying anything. That was what I loved about him. He understood the difference between silence that needed filling and silence that needed company. He sat with his shoulder against mine and let me cry myself dry. He didn't speak immediately and waited. "Okay." He said finally. "I am going to say something and I need you to actually hear it and not just wait for me to finish so you can argue." I sniffed and wiped my tears. "What is it you want to say?" "I am sorry but I agree with your...uhm...mates." My eyes twitched. "You need to go to Caldenmoor." I opened my mouth. "I said, hear it first." He turned slightly to face me, preparing physically to convince me no matter what. "Ezra, there is a dead body in your living room. Someone got into this apartment while five vampires with supernatural senses were sitting in it and killed a man without any of them noticing. You were kidnapped yesterday. Before t







