Third Person's POV Jace took a sharp breath as he suddenly sat up covered in sweat. His chest heaves as he looks around then realizes he's safe... It was just a nightmare. They come every night. Every night he dreams they still have him. Every night he dreams, they're hurting him again. He looks down, then lifts his shirt and rests his hand against his stomach, right over the widest, ugliest scar. The scar that reminds him of when they stabbed him. The dream was so real, it was happening all over again. He could feel the knife slowly piercing his skin. He could hear their drunken laughter as they slowly pushed the silver blade into his body until they could no longer see the blade. It burned unlike anything he felt before. The blade was so long, he felt it piercing his organs. He thought for certain he would die, it was silver and he was so weak. He didn't think his body would ever be able to heal. The painful burn was unbearable as they laughed while holding onto each other. La

Third Person's POV Lexon panicked when he felt his mate's body go limp. He immediately stopped feeding on him and then pressed his ear against his chest. Relief flooded him when he could hear his heart beating still. But he could hear it was weaker, a sign that he drank enough blood that pushed his body to its limit. If he would have continued drinking, Lexon would have killed Jace. "I would have never let you kill him, that's why I stayed here to make sure he was safe, although I knew you wouldn't," Azrael said when he saw Lexon panic. Lexon shifted his weight to the side of his mate, so he was no longer laying directly on top of him, but still leaning over him. He brought a shaky hand up, his fingers shaking as they lightly trailed against his little wolf's cheek. He couldn't believe he just fed from him. Lexon was torn, angry that he fed from him. Someone so sweet and kind like his little wolf didn't deserve to be fed off of. He needed to be loved and cherished. But another p

Third Person's POV Julian smiles as he hugs his cousin. Azrael pulls back, looking at Julian with a smile on his face. “Goddess, I love these curls!" Azrael said, tugging on one of the more curlier ones off to the side of Julian's head and making him blush. Reid squeezes Julian's hand as they walk down the hall. Julian's head quickly turns to look at Reid when he hears him snort, as he tries not to laugh. The sound of Silas's angry voice could be heard the closer they got to the living room. "You fucking mutt! I can't believe you did that! There were people in the yard and they all saw me pissing over the edge of their Alpha's balcony! Goddess, don't you have any shame?! Thank Goodness there were no children down there!" "You're not the only one thankful for that! Could you imagine the PTSD they would have if they looked up and saw your pale pecker, staring down at them?!" My Reid said and Silas quickly turned around, startled by Reid's voice. Silas's eyes went wide, and his

Jimmy's POV I feel my eyes sting and burn as I race through Gabriel's territory. 'My Goddess, what did I do? Why did I say that? How could I possibly have let those words leave my mouth?' Words I have held onto for so long. The look on my warrior's faces reminds me of the same look I saw on everyone's face as I watched James die. The very thought of that day makes me swallow hard and push it as far away as I can. I push myself faster as I hear them gaining on me. I felt the blood running down my face from the little shit, but I ignored it as I glanced back to see the person I have been in love with for so long, not far behind me. And the person that has everything I want, right behind him. I raced forward as I suddenly broke through the tree line and heard screaming. I saw a small group of people quickly standing and trying to run away from me as if I was coming for them. I couldn't dodge around them, I had to go straight through the center to get away from Malaki. As I ran

Third Person's POV Asher wasn't sure why Jimmy was acting the way he was. Why did he think they were going to hurt his mate? But if the horrible words that flew from those little boys, that call themselves men, from Jimmy's pack told Asher anything, there's no way Charlie's going back to that pack with him. 'That poor omega's already been through enough hell to last him a lifetime.' Asher thought. As they approach the pack house, Jimmy freezes, his arms wrap around his little mate tighter, pulling his body as flushed to his own, as he possibly could. And even that was still not enough for Jimmy. Seeing the packhouse while he holds his little mate has everything inside of Jimmy screaming that he needs to turn and run as fast as he can away from there. A hand on his arm has Jimmy taking a sharp breath in and quickly turning his body, turning his mate away from everyone. "Don't hurt him! I won't let you do it again!" Jimmy yelled as the panic rose even higher. He looks around and