When I walk back into the room and see my mate awake, Cyran immediately starts purring in my head. The sound is so unexpected that it takes me a second to respond. ‘The fuck Cyran?’‘What? She’s our mate. She’s beautiful, perfect.’Great, my wolf is already head over heals for this tiny girl. I’m not there yet. I have a lot of questions.I don’t know how much she remembers, but I figure an introduction and quick update would be helpful. I’m annoyed when I see that she’s pulled out the IV. I’m desperately trying to keep her alive and the first thing she does when she wakes up is try to undo what I’ve been working so hard to do.I’m even more pissed at her response to me wanting to heal her. I know I shouldn’t be. She’s been in a vampire coven for who knows how long. It’s a question I intend to get the answer to today. Her scars make it seem like it’s been a long time, or maybe the whole fucking coven was feeding on her at once, who knows.I can’t help but smile when she tells me her na

Seven years? No wonder I’ve never found her. My mate has been a blood bag since I came of age. If she hadn’t escaped when she did, I still wouldn’t know she exists. And because of how much time had passed, I was willing to take a chosen mate. My hatred for the vampires is overwhelming. They have kept my mate from me and they will pay for it.When Dustin returns, he flirty interactions with Angel piss me off. I know he’s doing it intentionally, and I know a Beta should care for and respect his Luna, but he’s pushing my buttons.It bothers me that Angel thinks I would give her back to the leech. I can tell she doesn’t recognize the mate bond, but she has a very skewed idea of that an Alpha’s role is in a pack. She may not be one of my pack members yet, but I would never send her back to the hell she must have come from. No self-respecting Alpha would. Which makes me wonder what exactly her ideas are of Alphas. Knowing that her parents left their pack, it had to be because of the Alpha.

When I take Angel into the bathroom, I know she’s expecting me to do something sexual or lewd. So, I make it a point to not look at her, well, not much. I’ve already seen her body, several times while she was unconscious. It’s already etched into my mind. I know that you can see every rib, that her hips bones jut out too sharply, that her shoulders have more bone than meat on them. She’s not only a small girl but she’s been starving for a long time. I can’t wait to see what her body looks like when she fills out. Cyran and I will make sure she eats and gets enough food. She will never go hungry again.When I tell her to lay back so I can wash her hair, I can feel her eyes drilling holes into my head. So I fight the urge to look her over. I know her body won’t have changed, she’s only had one small meal. So instead, I look into her eyes and wink at her. Her jerk of surprise almost made me smile. The whimper of pleasure when I began washing her hair definitely had me smiling. It feels g

Dustin is seriously pushing my buttons. He knows that I’m feeling possessive of my unmarked mate. Deep down, I know he won’t do anything, but it’s still hard to keep that in mind when he’s antagonizing me. ‘He touches our mate and I’ll kill him.’ Cyran snarls. My wolf, who has already fallen head over heels in love and is wrapped around the finger of that little slip of a girl. My wolf, who is the most fierce and savage beast I have ever met on the battle field, is a puddle of sloppy adoration for our mate. ‘How many times do I have to say it, she’s perfect.’ ‘And you’re ridiculous. I’m surprised you didn’t roll over and ask her to rub your stomach.” I retort back to him. Although, I have to admit, he got more out of her in a few minutes than I have in several interactions. ‘She likes me better. And if she wants to rub my tummy, I’ll be glad to roll over for her.’ I roll my eyes. Her fear of the vampire prince, Keenan she called him, is profound. Her grip on Cyran was painful, but

Well, that’s two questions answered. Alessia is definitely a Guardian and because she’s a Guardian, her parents ran away from the pack rather than risk having her forced into a mate bond.As thankful as I am for some answers, and as excited as I can see that Cara is, Angel is still recovering. She needs her rest. “Okay, we’ll come by tomorrow for dinner, but I think that’s enough for tonight. Angel still needs to rest and get stronger.”“Yes, of course.” Cara says. “But, before I go, I need to know. Have you been on the run this entire time? Liam mentioned something about vampires.”I look at Angel. It’s her story to tell. “I was held prisoner by vampires.” She says quietly.Cara’s enthusiasm immediately ends. “What?” She looks between us. “What do you mean ‘held prisoner’.” She uses her fingers to make air quotes as she says held prisoner.“A vampire prince kept me prisoner as his personal blood bag for seven years.”Cara gasps, her hand going to her mouth. “But you’re a werewolf. Va