LOGINZane's hands were lightly gripping the wheel, the leather cool and somehow wet under his palms from the blood that had dried in dark streaks across his knuckles. The night air rushed through the opened windows, carrying away the metallic tang that still lingered despite the breeze.He kept his eyes on the road, the headlights paving a way through the endless dark, but every few seconds, his gaze flicked to the rearview mirror.Asher slept peacefully in the back seat, curled up on his side with his knees drawn up, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands like a child. The faint glow from a few passing streetlights brushed across his face, highlight the soft curve of his cheek, and his lashes casted shadows on his cheekbones.He looked innocent like this...untouched by the entire chaos of the day...by the secrets Zane carried. Zane could feel the bond humming quietly between them. It was like a warm thread that reassured Zane with every breath Asher took. His mate. Safe. His.Zane had only
Zane's frown deepened, his voice dropping to a low dangerous growl. "Were you watching us? Who's the creep now?"Ethan let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking his head without taking his eyes off the road. "No, I wasn't watching you guys. I saw the mark on Asher's neck when I carried him down earlier. It's pretty damn obvious. But that's not the point."Zane waited, his patience thinning. Asher shifted slightly in his lap, still deep in sleep, and Zane adjusted his hold, one hand splayed protectively over the omega's back while the other patted his hair. "Then what is your point?"Ethan glanced in the rearview mirror again, his eyes serious as they met Zane's. "I'm concerned because you've clearly been lying to Asher all this time."Zane's eyes narrowed into tiny slits. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"Ethan's grip tightened on the wheel. "You know what I'm talking about Zane." He gritted through clenched teeth. "I know what you are and what it fucking means!"Zane fe
Zane stirred from the deepest and most perfect sleep he'd ever had since he let Asher go months ago. His body felt heavy and sated, every ache from the crash and the fight dulled by the warmth pressed against him. Fuck, he wanted to remain here forever, especially with Asher's sweet scent drifting into his nostrils.But there was a persistent knock on the door that finally jerked him fully awake.His eyes opened to the dim room, disoriented for a split second as he took in the blood and gore all around him. But when his eyes fell on Asher who was curled naked in his arms, the memories of Asher's desperate heat and the bond sealed between them flooded his brain.His arms tightened instinctively around the naked form curled into him, and a possessive growl rumbled low in his chest. Mate.Finally he forced himself to look towards the doorway.Ethan stood there with his arms crossed, while looking more annoyed than anything. "Time to wake up, lovebirds. Or whatever the hell you are now.
Zane's entire world narrowed to the door in front of him. The wood felt like the largest obstacle he'd ever come across, and as Asher's scent poured through the cracks , it drove him even crazier. And the musty reek of the other alphas that polluted it, their aggressive and aroused pheromones clawed at his nostrils, making him clench his fist."What the fuck?" Ethan muttered behind him in a disbelieving voice. "Did Asher seriously ditch you at the hospital to go hook up with his ex and a bunch of random Alphas. If this is some kind of revenge sex, it's fucked u--"Zane whipped around so fast Ethan stumbled back a step. Rage exploded in Zane's chest, a black, boiling thing that drowned out the ache in his ribs and the pain of his stitches. His right hand shot out and he closed his fingers around Ethan's throat."What are...." Ethan's next words turned into a wheeze when Zane slammed him against the wall, actually cracking it. His eyes bulged and he tried to knock Zane's hand off but he
The moment Ethan said he couldn’t find Asher anywhere, a sharp ripple of alarm passed between father and son. They shared a tight look and Charles immediately rose from the chair beside the bed.“I’ll go with him to go look again,” Charles said, nodding toward Ethan. "Maybe he missed him. You stay here."Zane didn’t argue with them. He was still feeling weak but the restless panic twisting in his stomach made him want to get up and look for Asher himself dammit. He needed to explain everything that had happened to Asher, so he could get his Omega back.But again, having just woken up from a coma left his body really weak so he could only watch them leave the room together, the door swinging shut behind them, leaving the low hiss of the a.c as the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.Minutes crawled by very slowly and when Charles and Ethan returned, he was already close to snapping. He looked up to them expectantly but their expression told Zane everything before they even spoke.
Why was everyone talking this way?Their words were garbled, like someone dragging words through thick water. It was muffled...too far away and too close at the same time. The voices churned around him, overlapping and bleeding into each other until they jumbled inside his skull causing his a damned headache.On one hand, he was curious to learn what was being said.On the other hand, he wanted to open his mouth and tell whoever the hell was talking to shut up. But his body felt… oddly heavy and hard to move. There was something cold touching his skin...or rather inside his skin...like a needle or something. And all the beeping noises were downright awful.The voices sharpened suddenly."...charles, I think his fingers just moved. Did you see...?”“What? Zane? Zane...”The panic in those very familiar voices tugged at him, almost like physical hands shaking him awake.His eyelids dragged open and bright white light stabbed him right in the pupils. A weak sound escaped him and he winc







