ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRALEK COULD NOT believe what was happening. It was all like a dream, but the kick that landed on his ribs again sounded real. The snap of his bone breaking under impact felt real. He groaned and coughed. He started to stand up again and anticipated the kick that came swinging in again; he grabbed the ankle and spun around, throwing Rocco off balance.He used that little time to jump to his feet and take a stance a few feet away from his uncle. Rocco laughed, rolling his shoulders. His eyes were menacing, and they never left Alek's face, but he did not make a move to close the gap between them. “What are you going to do now, Alessandro?“ he asked in a low growl. “Are you going to call for help like a little bitch? Are you going to mindlink your brother and ask him to come with the remainder of the Lycan guards?" He smirked, raising a bushy eyebrow. “Or are you going to be a man and keep this between us?“Alek kept his breath steady as he looked at his uncle.“Af
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIR“ALERT THE FUCKING patrol guards,“ Alek said to Joram and Logan as he hurried away from the room and down the stairs. The mild panic on his face was also reflected on theirs as they all walked out.Alek could not wrap his head around the thought that they could be under silent attack right now. He cursed under his breath as he burst out of the mansion. His eyes roved wildly across the street. It was quiet and calm as the sun was setting and most people were in their houses, resting and preparing for the next day.“I will double up the patrol guards just as Jamie had done,“ Joram said to Alek via the mindlink. Alek grunted in reply and walked towards the woods.It could all just be a stupid dream, he muttered to himself as he looked around again without seeing anything suspicious. Or the witch might not even be on his side. This could all be a ploy to throw them off balance.He scoffed at his paranoid mind, remembering how Claire used to tell him that he overtho
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRWITH LOGAN CLOSE on his heels, Alek rushed into the room upstairs, a few feet from his chambers. The witch, Ava was seated up, drenched in sweat. Her eyes were wild and bloodshot like she just had the worst nightmare of her entire life. And maybe she just did. Her eyes moved all over the room and across the door, but they did not focus on Alek. He was not sure she saw him.Unsure of how to approach her, he took a small step forward and cleared his throat. "Easy now," he said slowly. He cursed himself inwardly for forgetting her name. This would have been a good time to call her. "Easy,""You said she asked for the alpha," Logan said to the girl who had given them the news. She looked to her feet, flustered and said, "She was calling out. I did not know who else to call."Logan snorted. "Go and bring a bowl of water and a napkin. She might be having a fever, we need to break it." The girl nodded and hurried away, relieved to be away from the scene."This is not
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRTHE HALL REMAINED silent for some minutes after Apek finished talking and explaining what had happened. He sighed and said, "It was all my fault. I could have done better in finding her.""No, no," Jamie said slowly. They were all shaken by the news that their Luna was missing. "We understand you, and it was not your fault. It was no one's fault. I would have blamed the vampire, but he is dead. The witches are dead too.""Most of them are," Alek said."So there is no one to blame," Jamie said. "But I know one thing." He added fiercely. "Luna Claire is not dead, and she will make her way back to us. I know it." Heads around the table nodded in agreement.Alek heaved a heavy sigh of relief as they took it better than he had thought."Now we need to move on," Jamie said. "Luna Claire told us about the council and we chose to stay and fight for this pack, and that is what we are going to do. Fight.""Hear, hear," one of the senate agreed."What are the plans?" Jami
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIR"ALEK!" JORAM GASPED and hurried forward. He tried to wring Alek's hands open, but his fingers were clenched tight, digging into the flesh. "Alek!" Joram shoved him on the shoulder gently, trying to rouse him from this trance-like state that he was in, but there was still no response. "Fuck!" Joram cursed under his breath as he slammed his fist into Alek's jaws.Alek groaned and snapped out of his trance. "Son of a -" He spat out blood."Good!" Joram heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the bed. "What was going on there? What happened to you?" Alek grunted and stood up. He looked at his bloodied hands without any expression on his face. Then he rubbed his jaw with the back of a hand, muttering, "You didn't have to hit me that hard.""That was the same thing Darius said to me after I whooped his ass," Joram said and Alek cackled dryly. Joram frowned. "What happened to you, brother?"Alek shrugged and took a napkin, wiping his hand. "I was trying to feel some
ALEKSANDER VON SINCLAIRAS ALEK PULLED into the pack, his shoulders were slumped from defeat and sadness. Logan was silent beside him in the passenger seat, and the witch Ava was behind.They had stopped only once in 24 hours for a toilet break and gas refill, and the whole ride was in silence, as they were all immersed in their own thoughts.He eased to a stop in front of the mansion and got out. His eyes were bloodshot, and his chin was darkened by a small stubble. Joram waited at the door. He looked a lot better than before Alek left. He still held a walking cane, but he stood firmly on both legs. Darius jumped forward and opened the door. His eyes were also bloodshot, showing that he had not slept in almost a week.Joram hobbled forward and opened the back door. If he was shocked to see Ava in the backseat, he did not show it. He bowed gracefully and extended a hand which Ava took. "Welcome." He said. He gazed over the car's roof, trying to meet Alek's eyes, but his brother looked