Semua Bab Alpha Baylor: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Baylor POV I like starting my training off with a nice hard run in human form, it gives me time to think things through and organize my thoughts and ideas. Spending time with the pups this morning gave me a new perspective and an even greater purpose. I realize that I have no idea when the next attack could come, but the one thing that I know for sure is that we need to take every moment we can to be prepared. Those pups are just as affected by what happens to our pack as the adults are and it shames me to admit that I had never thought of it before. I don’t know how other Alphas view their pack members whether they are elders or pups and maybe that’s an advantage. Being young myself and living the life I did prior to becoming Alpha gives me a different perspective to view how important the safety of my people is and it isn’t something I will ever take lightly. Lizzy’s question about my sadness over my parents death was really stuck in my head this morning. I remember growing up

Mitchum POV I like Dara a lot more than I probably should, because I know she has a mate. But damn she is on my mind 24/7. The first time we had sex was so fucking hot and she wants to try it with replicating me next time and I am all for it. However she brought a guy to the pack. He’s a vampire and she seems to be really friendly with him. I don’t like that one little bit and neither does my wolf Nigel. The way she was fawning over him when he got shot with an arrow sent Nigel into a snarling rant in my head. I hate when he does that shit because it gives me a headache. It was just a flesh wound anyway, I don’t see what the big deal is. Dara says she brought the vampire here to check on Marlon and Machieste, but who does he think he is? He brought them here and dumped them off. We've been taking care of Marlon and we were the ones who took care of Machieste until he healed. The vampire was just the delivery boy, like he was dropping off a couple of pizzas. Why is Baylor being so

Ichor POV It was nice to visit the new young Alpha and see that the warrior and the child were both safe. I have spent many years fighting injustice and saving the lives of others. The irony being that in the beginning I had never been able to save myself. If I reflect over the years I can see that becoming a vampire was not a punishment for the choices that lead to the end of my human existence, but a destiny that I had been born to fulfill. I am supposed to be on vacation here in Ireland and taking a break from the ‘life’ I normally lead, but fate had other plans and landed me right in the middle of another good versus evil werewolf conflict. I am no stranger to conflict because as I said I have spent my life as a vampire righting wrongs. I have known the Crone and by extension, her children for many years. I usually end up being the confidant of the youngest of her offspring while they find their own way in the world. Drake and Dara are the youngest of Agatha’s children and while

Baylor POV As Mitchum and Ichor take their positions to start the sparring match Dara comes to stand beside me and as Mitchum’s best friend I find myself compelled to find out what her angle is in all of this. “So what’s the deal between you and Ichor? Are you two knocking boots?” I asked her, watching carefully as she responded. “It isn’t like that at all, Alpha Baylor. Ichor has been a friend of the family for many, many years. He actually saved mom’s life when she was a very young witch. She was inexperienced and felt she was invincible because she was a witch, so she decided to seduce a very powerful king. She didn’t know that the king was under the control of a very powerful warlock who was skilled in dark magic. Mom was very close to becoming the warlock’s sacrifice to Hades to gain the ability of necromancy. Ichor happened to be in the right place at the right time and got her out of the situation and killed the warlock to break his hold over the king and prevent him from comi

Dara POV “Dara, can I ask you a favor?” Mitchum asked and I was surprised by the sincerity in his eyes. These weren’t the eyes of my ostentatious and adventurous beast, these were the eyes of confused determination. I would give him anything at this moment. With my heart racing in my chest I replied, “Anything you want Mitchum, it’s yours.” “Will you reject your mate for me?” It felt like the breath had been sucked from my chest and I dropped his hand immediately. “You don’t know what you’re asking Mitchum,” I whispered on the verge of tears once more. With a small circular motion of my finger, I stepped back and through the portal I created. When I appeared in the parlor room of the castle, I felt as if my feet would slip from under me. I willed myself to the staircase and using the wall to support the weight of my body that now felt like lead, I climbed painstakingly towards my room. My head and my heart were at war and I feel so lost. I could have just said yes and made him h