~Xyana~
A purr rumbles through Declan's chest as he breathes me in, making my legs wobble like it's about to turn jelly.“If Clifton wants to reject you, then that will be his loss. More for me!”I whimper as his declaration hits me right in my core. He bites my lobe gently before straightening back up and sweeping through my face with his gaze.His gaze moves from my lips to my eyes. The blue shade of his pupils is practically glowing as his demeanor changes into something predatory. "Gorgeous Mate. You're not planning on ever leaving me, right?"I nod instantly, feeling as if I were being put in a trance by his eyes that are still focused on me. He holds me hostage with his gaze for another few heartbeats before he draws me in and wraps his arms around me.He leans in and stops barely an inch away from me; his lips are right next to mine, and his breath is fanning my face. My breath hitches in my throat as his lips hover temptingly over mine, and I"What of the WVW? Most of the members won’t like this," Brody says once we’re parked. "The WVW council won’t like what Dargo pulled tonight, either," I snap at him, shoving my fury into every word. "Push the word out about what happened. I want the whole community aware of Dargo Warsunng's betrayal." "Yes, Alpha," Brody says between gritted teeth. We gradually head down from the car as Xavier marches forward to secure a room for us. This isn’t a defensible place to hole up in, but I can’t go any further. Shutting the door of the SUV, I hook my thumb in the direction of Oscar. "Bring the malicious prick to my room. I have questions." The sunlight shining down into this shithole’s parking lot is driving me insane. The pain is there as I feel the nerves in my joints twitching and my hands aching to do something. I’m the leader of one of the most powerful packs in the world, and here I am brought to my knees, powerless to fight invisible rules, powerless against the being that is
~Zegulf~"Alaric is ready to help, you say?" I ask Xavier and he nods. "He is against Golem Warsunng and his sons. They're like opposing sides, and he guaranteed that he and his men are willing to offer us any sort of help we might want, as long as it will lead to exposing the Warsunngs for who they truly are.""Good." I hum, loving the sound of that. "Put another call to him. Offer him whatever it takes to get a security net around Carmen's block and the one behind and let him know we need him here now." I say. "That could cost us," Xavier says, his focus not leaving the road in front of us. My voice comes out cold and sour. "That will not be a problem. Let them know."He nods and starts making the necessary calls."Alpha, if we indulge him, we'll be creating war between him and Golem Warsunng. Not only that, we might end up being called up by the WVW council for not just trespassing but also starting a war between two powerful vampire clans. Are you really sure you want to do thi
~Zegulf~I've never felt so alone in my entire life. My mate runs away from me. She doesn't want me...It hurts so much. Xavier has offered the little explanation he could gather from putting several calls through to a couple of friends who vowed to become allies if we're in dire need of one.It turns out that my mate has been brainwashed all her life. She doesn't even know what we share or the fact that we're meant to be together... Forever.She thinks I'm something as close to the devil. She thinks she's cursed, and her curse attracts evil creatures like me to her.Goddess! What have they done to my mate? How can I get to her and have her listen to me long enough to explain what we are to each other?She needs to know she's not cursed, she needs to know she's the only one for me, she needs to know that the Sect isn't who they claim to be.If I could curse whoever makes the rules in this forsaken world, I would. Not being able to enter Carmen’s house will be my undoing if I can’t fin
~Carmen~"What?" I ask Kennedy."Swear to me you won’t invite him in," Kennedy repeats. His tone is suddenly so forceful that I wonder if he too, is trying to compel me. But he’s not a vampire. Shaking the thought away, I let the gravity of what he’s asking sink in before nodding in agreement. "I swear," I say, praying that I keep to this much promise. Kennedy lets out a breath in relief. "I’ll be there soon, but I need to hang up and drop a voicemail for my father. If anything changes, call me right away."Biting back on the words to beg him to stay on the line with me, I force myself to say, "Okay." "I’ll be there soon, I promise Carmy." He assures me. "Stay safe for me."Kennedy is on his way right now to help me. He’s the only person in the world willing to help me. But I can’t help but feel abandoned when he disconnects. Something big and hard thumps against my front door followed by a squelching noise. Then Zegulf's voice is in my head. "Answer the door, Carmen. I know yo
~Carmen~When I reach the next intersection, I notice I’m not nearly as tired as before. Perhaps having Marielle with me was draining me of energy. Still afraid I won’t be able to make it all the way home and focused on simply leading Zegulf away from Marielle, I teleport over and over again. Not even thinking about the direction I’m going in. All I’m doing is picking the furthest object I can see and willing myself next to it. The lights of the city pass by me in a fuzzy blur as I run for what feels like hours, with my mark throbbing the entire time, as the knowledge that he’s still closely pursuing me, both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I know he didn’t go after Marielle, and a curse because I'm gradually getting exhausted. I’m running myself haggard, past the point of exhaustion. Reaching a four-way intersection, I grab onto a pedestrian rail and lean against it to catch my breath. Should I stop here? I wonder as I sweep my eyes over the area around me. Is this
~Carmen~The pain is instant and excruciating. When the man in my dreams bit me, the pleasure I felt was orgasmic. Here, in reality, there’s only burning agony. A burning agony that makes me writhe beneath Oscar and scream. Rearing back, Oscar looks down at me in horror. He has just enough time to lift his fingers to his bloody lips and touch them in dismay before he’s tackled by Nolan, the vampire who has Marielle. The two roll away from me in a ball of hissing fangs and claws. My arm trembling, I lift my hand and gingerly touch the wound on my neck, yanking my fingers away when I feel a sharp, stinging sensation. Looking at my fingers, at my blood, makes my head woozy and my stomach twist. My mouth feels so dry as I slowly get to my feet. I don’t know if I want to puke or if I need a drink of water. Shaking the pain and haziness from my brain, I force myself to get a grip even with the pain. I still need to grab Marielle and get the hell out of this place before someone els