Semua Bab The Accidental Hybrid and The Betrothed: Bab 71 - Bab 80

"Liam!" Toby pushes his twin brother's shoulder. "What the hell?!" Liam growls and punches Toby's nose. "What the fuck? Now you are hitting me?""You are here to defend her, no?" Liam snarls. "I won't hear any more excuses, brother. You and Luke have far more patience than I. One year, ONE YEAR! Where my own mate hardly touched me. Do you know how much it hurt when I would feel her with Luke or you? But she couldn't even throw so much as a glance my way. She is either cleaning up after the bloodsuckers, meeting with Maddie and the coven, being a mum, or being the female beta!" Liam slams his fist into a tree trunk."Exactly! Do you know why Luke and I get time with her? We seek her out! Even if it is for five minutes, we ensure she is taken care of and knows we love her. What have you done? You expected her to seek you out! What happened to the brother who worshipped the ground she stood?"Liam cackles and shoves Toby. "He was a fool! He died when he found out who the b

" I still don't understand how you know this, Selene." Toby crosses his arms. Selene quirks an eyebrow at her Beta. Why was he looking at her like that? "Because think about it, one is strengthened by the darkness-that is obviously Cleo. She was already a powerful witch; she would likely use the darkness to gain more power. That only leaves the one that gives into darkness-obviously Grace.""What does that mean, Selene?!" Toby snaps. Selene cowers at his tone. Toby had never raised his voice to her, not once in two years. Maddie snarls at the wolf. "Watch yer tone, boy!" Toby growls and sulks against the wall. Maddie and Selene exchange a look. What is going on with her sweet mate? Selene watches as Maddie's hand glows, and she whispers a simple enchantment under her breath. Selene realizes the older witch is casting a magic detection spell. The air around Toby shifts and blackens. "Toby, why don't you and Luke go check on Jones? See if ye can find him a blood bag. Selene and I

 Blood-curdling shrieks surround Jones as he approaches The Celtic Faerie Realm. From what little bits he caught from Selene, he gathered Morgan lived near the western border between the mortal and faerie realms. He approaches the edge cautiously as the wailing continues to grow in volume. Fucking banshees! The frightening floating entities float around, their mouths gaping. Banshees were without mercy, and it was clear that if they got through the border, the inhabitants on the other side would die in excruciating agony. Jones crouches in the bushes, watching as the gaggle of demons roams about, trying to break through the barrier. Since Jones is a vampire, the banshees wouldn't be able to detect him. Their prey was usually warm blood beings, not cold-blooded vampires. Despite this knowledge, the former vampire alpha didn't want to take any chances; these banshees were out for any blood, his included. Jones takes out his phone and scrolls thr

Chaos breaks throughout the Dragon's Belly. Drogo stops holding an arm out to protect Selene and Maddie. He shifts his head up to the cavern roof, where several dragons glide. "Something is wrong. Quick!" Drogo grabs Selene's arm, pulling her into a door on the left. A small bedroom lies on the other side, with torches lighting the intimate space. " Stay in here! Don't come out of this room unless I give the all-clear! Clear?"Selene and Maddie nod. "Clear." The Celtic Dragon slams and locks the door behind them. "Heavens above!" Maddie exclaims. She rushes to the bed and slams their bags on the mattress. She opens one of the smaller bags, dragging out vials, herbs, and pots. "We are going to need this!"Selene comes to Maddie's side, riffling through some herbs. "We don't know what 'this is, Mads. What are the dragons worried about?"

Luke grumbles as he approaches the drawbridge to the castle. He hated being the Alpha of Thorne Castle. The only reason he tolerated being Lord Luke was that Selene was by his side. He resented being at Thorne Castle; he resented the responsibility it brought. He sighs as he follows the guard out to a small field. In the middle of it, a horrific sight greets him. Grace, his former mate, watches his approach. This wasn't Grace, though. This Grace was plagued by evil and devoid of any humanity or light. When she shifts slightly to the left, it occurs to Luke what creature he is staring at: a fomoire. How appropriate, Luke thinks. Grace, once a witch of light who drew energy from the Earth now reduced to a demon that harbors the destructive aspects of nature and is the bearer of chaos and destruction. W#hat an odd symmetry to Grace's fate."Luke" His name comes out of her lips in a gruff voice. Luke sto