INICIAR SESIÓNElias“You did what?” Matteo was not the kind to be upset with me. I couldn’t even remember the last time he was. “I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake.” But it wasn’t. He knew it. I knew it. “She was going through… a lot. I knew she didn’t want to talk about it but I also knew—”“Kissing her solves nothing.” The shame in my chest floundered slightly. “I’m aware. So I apologized.”“Do you think Killian would let this go?” Matteo continued. His voice still stayed husky, but there was a slight firmness in it that made him seem more awake. “If she were to tell him.”“She wouldn’t.”“You trust her far more than you should. She’s the daughter of a Great House, a Rare Omega, and also the wife of not only another Great House but a powerful Don.” His eyes hardened slightly. “She is not a victim.”I stopped folding my clothes into my box to look at him. “Why are you being like this? I thought you were fine with this— with her. I thought you’d worked over your… your hate.”“Worked over it?” He
Elias“Well?” Rosalind’s face was soft. No matter what situation she was in, I defaulted to seeing her as the most beautiful person I’d ever met. “Say something! Anything at all will be a great start too!”She had told me about Killian’s request to experiment on her so he could find out why he wasn’t averse to her scent. About the kitchen incident. About her fight with Adrian. About Galinda. About the… vision she had with her son. I didn’t even know where to begin. “Are you okay?”Her eyes softened. I wanted to touch her. “You keep asking that.”“You are still my priority as my patient.”Her scent was making me feel relaxed the longer I looked at her. “And this all seems like… a lot. Especially after my… earlier statement.”She rolled her eyes and scoffed but it wasn’t heated. “Tell me about it.” She stood up. “I’m sorry I’m telling you all this but I have no one to tell it to. Or anyone else who could possibly understand… any of this.”“Adrian is a good choice.” I offered even thoug
Killian“Are you going to keep standing there? Don't you have other people you need to ‘hunt’ down and kill?”The judgment in Matteo’s tone was evident but it mattered little to me. I stared at the door— wondering why Rosalind’s room was soundproof and what they were saying before I said quietly, “Do you trust him?”“Who?”“Elias.” I tilted my head to the side. “It seems you both have a relationship since he sent for you.”“That’s not what I asked.”I turned around fully to look at him. “If I answer your question, would you answer mine?”He didn’t respond. I answered. “There will always be people for me to hunt but since I am here now, they can wait. I will leave after I finish speaking to her to finish what I was doing.”“That’s how simple it is to you, isn’t it?” Matteo’s eyes stayed cool. “Killing even your own kind.”“Yes.” Being a Veyr was nothing less than being a killer. Killing the people who the Council no longer deemed necessary. The only problem was for the first time, a m
Killian It was rare for three Alphas to be in the same room without the threat of war or problems hovering over us, but somehow, Rosalind had made it possible. “Should we be having this conversation now? She just woke up.”“Yes. Show concern when you weren’t here at all.” Her irritation was clear, and understandable. After my… act last night, I should have stayed behind and cared for her. But the effects of the rut had lasted and I’d needed to take care of it. “Continue, Elias.”Elias smiled at her. His scent was still a strange one— he probably hid it. Many Blackthorne’s tended to hide their scents. But I could tell that he had been worried about her. Extremely. “Of course. As I was saying, there is not enough knowledge on how to handle a pregnancy, especially one like yours. It’s been almost a decade or perhaps more since anyone conceived, and with you being a Rare Omega— I cannot use whatever books we had before.”“What about cross referencing—”Rosalind raised her hand as she gl
“What happened to her?! Why is she in pain?!” Adrian. “Don’t yell. It will only upset her.” Elias. “Shouldn’t we rush her to the hospital?” Matteo. The entire room had pivoted into commotion as Elias took off my shirt. The pain I was feeling in my belly didn’t worsen. If anything, it grew more, digging deeper into my stomach and spreading. Matteo rushed to me, his eyes more alive than I’d ever seen them. “Miss, we need to—”I grabbed the collar of his shirt and yanked him closer. “What I need is my fucking husband. He’s the one who wants it, isn’t he? He’s the one that abandoned me after the nonsense that happened last night. Where the fuck is he?!”I did not like to curse in succession like that but I couldn’t help it. The pain wasn’t even making me sad. I felt angry.Angry that I was finally about to get used to it, that I was trying my best to act like I had everything under control when I did not. Like I wasn’t scared of this baby in my belly signaling me out permanently as a
I stared at Elias. Stared at his jawline, at his pale unblemished skin, at the way sunlight seemed to flow through his hair. Especially at his rosy lips and the fact that he couldn’t even stare back at me from how hard he was blushing as he folded my clothes. He’d decided he didn’t like the state “I can’t ask you questions if you keep looking at me like that.”I smiled. “Looking at you like what?”Something hit me on the face. I froze as my panties slid from my face— the underwear thrown by none other than Matteo who was now packing around my room. “Stop seducing him and use your words, little dove. You’re embarrassing me.”I heard a small chuckle as my panties slid down my face from Elias who I sent a glare before adding, “Elias. Can you tell Matteo that I’m not talking to him because I’m mad at him?” “Don’t repeat the words she’s saying. She’s a little crazy. It can spread to you.” Matteo’s smug voice echoed through the room. “Let me deal with her. Our crazies can handle this tog







