Sarah povI open my eyes, and yet again, I'm wrapped in comfortable sheets and surrounded by the heavy but blissful scent of Alpha Lazarus. Snippets of memories attack me like an unwanted slide show. Everything that happened, God knows how long ago- the beautiful children, the chance to shift and be myself, and of course, the moment of weakness when I told Lazarus enough for him to understand that there are far more nightmares I'm running from than just a few demons from the past. If it were up to me, I'd hide from everything and everyone. Even from the Alphas, who have been nothing but amazing to me. Luka, Lazarus and Lenox have done so much for me. I couldn't find words to describe how grateful I am. But despite their kindness, I wish I'd never met them. The monsters that haunt me are more powerful than they can imagine, and some of them can't be stopped.Sure, I wish I could feel safe and unreachable for once, but I can't risk the lives of many innocent wolves because of selfis

Lenox pov Listen, I don't think I'm the brightest star in the sky. I'm not the prettiest biscuit in the jar either, but that's not important right now. Sitting across from Luka and watching his face turn bright red while he grinds his teeth is awesome as fuck, but I don't need to be a genius to understand that he's pissed. Under other circumstances, I'd enjoy myself, but with my brother, I feel a little uncomfortable. I take a deep breath and run my fingers through my hair. "Come on, Luka, open your mouth and scream at me. Or at least throw something heavy at my head. If you behave, I won't dodge the objects flying at me, brother." I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. I firmly believe that balance is important in everyone's life. Luka's so serious and grumpy that I think he needs a little fun here and there, but these days, he's either a damn grump or a nervous teenager. From what I heard about his behaviour when Sarah arrived, I couldn't believe that snitch was describing my br

Sarah povI should say no, despite all the filthy thoughts that run through my mind. Don't get me wrong, I like Lazarus, and I think I could trust him, but once we go too far, there's no saying how it'd end. On the other hand, the heat... If I sleep with someone now, before it's too late, I could be able to control myself instead of jumping someone's bones once it hits in. Plus, he's considerate, gentle, and everything I wouldn't have thought this man to be. He kisses me passionately, but nothing he does feels forced. Lazarus is testing the water, checking if it's safe before diving in headfirst. Is this his unique way of checking on me, of making sure I give him my consent? If that's so, I'm glad he's doing this instead of imposing his dominance on me and taking whatever he wants without thinking about it for a second. I want him, but I'm scared my 'yes' might turn into regret. Hell, even the Alpha who kisses me might regret what we did once the deed is done and desire no longer

Lazarus povBeing humiliated because of my own fault is the last thing I want to experience, but I'm pretty damn fucking close to that moment. As Sarah starts bobbing her head, slowly taking me in, and then just as agonisingly releasing the pressure, I think I've reached cloud nine and the depths of hell at the same time. Don't get me wrong, I knew there was something special about her mouth, but damn, I didn't expect this. The way she sucks in her cheeks at the perfect moment, the way her tongue circles the tip of my cock, and the way she presses her teeth against my length at the perfect moments is the ultimate scenario for euphoria. I run my hand through her hair and grip it right as she looks up at me and forces my cock down her throat. "Fucking hell, kitten," I hiss, pulling at her hair. Sarah releases my cock with a loud pop and wipes the corner of her mouth, grinning. "Was it too much?" She sounds so damn innocent. I'd believe her show if only not for the stunt she just pul

Luka povAs grateful as I am for Dominic distracting Lenox and getting the embodiment of mayhem off our shoulders, I can't say that sitting in a room with my parents is suddenly any less uncomfortable.The two of them are impossible. We're thirty, and now, they've decided to create another child. It's none of my business, of course, and shifters don't age as fast as humans but come on. Aren't three troublemakers enough?They're amazing parents, the absolute best, but I know my mother. Sooner or later, she'll call for us to help them out with the baby or, God forbid, with the babies. It's time for me to settle down and think of a family instead of taking care of my siblings. The same goes for my brothers. The two crazies will want to have families and children.Wow, this mess is getting crazier by the second. I can't imagine having children at the same time my mother is giving birth to my sibling. Becoming a grandmother and a mother at the same time. I sigh, walk back to my seat and