LOGINBlaze’s POVWe feel everything… At first, I don’t understand what is happening. The half-formed bond to the charity case is weak; she hides her emotions well, especially when one of us is in the vicinity, it’s like a black hole of emptiness. This morning is different. I am woken out of a dream, and by the time I get to class, I am sweating. My body is heating, and I can feel the sweat beading down my back. I am getting uncomfortable with how hard my cock is, straining to be taken out of my pants. I run out of class and back to my room, needing a release. When I storm into the room, the other guys are already there. They all look as miserable as I do, and with a glance around at their cocks, I know they all have hard-ons as well. Maddox looks at us, pain crossing his features, his voice has a scratch to it when he roars, “Who the fuck is fucking my mate?” He storms into his room and from the groan he lets out he is helping himself to a release. I head to my room, closing
Olivia’s POV Leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth, his tongue makes circles over it causing my nipple to pebble for him. He alternates between the two before beginning the trail down my stomach. He gently removes my pants and underwear, and I am finally laid bare in front of him. His hands slide up my legs to rest on my thighs. He leans down and his tongue takes the first swipe of my clit. I arch into him and moan. He continues to assault my clit until I am dripping for him. My body is feverish and shivering with need. I feel the pressure build in my core as I reach down and place a hand in his hair. When he continues his assault on my clit, dipping one finger inside me and curling and sliding it in and out of me until I am bucking my hips on his hand. He dips his head, adding his tongue in my pussy making me moan and cum around his finger. Jude crawls back up my body and slams his mouth on me. I can taste myself on his lips and I like it. I want more from him. He is
Olivia’s POV “What you’re saying is I will never get the chance to have an awesome gold mating mark?” I laugh; I will be happy to find the perfect pack for me. “Not unless you’re an Omega wolf.” He rolls his eyes. “One last thing before we end the mating… if an Omega mates with royal heirs then she cements the bond between all of them, they all get the royal marks of gold. It’s not a sexual thing the other members don’t have to have sex with each other the bond just cements a deeper relationship, even if it is familial.” I have one more question that is burning me. I don’t know why I need to know so badly but I do. “Jude, what happens if a bond is not formally cemented and declared? Like what if the mates don’t want each other?” He looks at me and his eyes turn sad again. “It means the bond fades. Few people would reject a mate since it is a blessing in any race of supernaturals. Usually, mates breed in the same circles, so most royals are mated to other royals. Are y
Olivia’s POV I wake up the next morning to the smell of food cooking. Searching for the source of the smell, I walk out of my room to find Jude in the kitchen making eggs and bacon. I stop and stare at him. He’s wearing his black sweatpants without a shirt on, leaving me to drool over his abs. His hair is up in his normal messy bun. My eyes trace over his face. Something stirs inside me and my body becomes uncomfortably warm. He looks up at me and his face turns a bashful red. “I made you some breakfast.” He slips some eggs and bacon on a plate, picks up the glass of orange juice, and comes walking towards me. My mouth dries up immediately; he moves so gracefully and the entire time his abs mock me. I try hard not to stare but it is damn near impossible. When he is finally standing in front of me, I realize that I have lost my opening to not be caught drooling over my roommate. I sheepishly look up to see a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You hungry?” Well, that is a lo
Olivia’s POV “Olivia.” Jude plops down after his usual greeting and begins to tear into his food. The buzz of his cell phone startles me. I never hear his phone go off. “Are you not going to look at it?” He shakes his head no until everyone’s phone, including the faculty goes off. Jude looks up and around the lunchroom, then at me. He gently pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the message. When his face pales, I know it is about me. He slams his phone shut and lowers his head, but he can’t hide the fact that he is furious. I can scent it in the air and from the veins popping out of his head he is trying to restrain himself. I reach my hand out and touch his when he snaps it back from me. I try to show that I’m not hurt and trudge forward, anyway. “Jude, what happened? Why is everyone looking at me?” He looks up. I can see a range of emotions in his eyes, but the one that stands out, the one that I hate the most, is pity. I know right then what this is. “Jud
Olivia’s POV “Get out, gutter trash.” I am panicking, having flashbacks of my father when he would push me down. When my bag hits me in the face, I land on the ground again. My face is stinging; I stumble back to my feet, and move to walk down the hall when a girl steps out from a room across the hall. It is my lovely escort from my first day of school and judging by her sneer I know I have once again made her mad. She stomps over to me, her face twisted into a sneer. “What were you doing in my fiancé’s room, slut. Don’t you have your hands full with your daddy?” Before I even think about what I am doing I haul off and punch her in the face, watching her go down and howl in pain. The guys’ door opens again, and they look from me to her on the ground before the male of Asian descent comes running out. As much as I now hate these guys and fear them, he is stunning, wearing gray sweats and a fitted white t-shirt that softens his features. He turns and glares at me. “What t







