Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wyvern Protection Unit: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Snow littered the cold and uneven ground of the scrap yard where the brothers Wessex often went to work out. Too powerful to be contained indoors, their training had to be done stealthily.The human world was not aware of Wyverns, or anything supernatural, for that matter. It preferred to live in ignorance, and the brothers were happy to oblige. They knew firsthand what the government did to anyone they saw as different.Centuries being peddled back and forth in their eggs, they’d finally been hatched to spend the next decade being studied, poked, prodded, by idiot scientists until their father had enough.General Arthur Wessex was ex-Army, but he’d earned that title, and no one forgot what he had given to his country in terms of service. He was the one who found the key to hatching the brothers. In the end, he took them from the cruelties of the facility where they were being kept and brought them to his wife and home to be raised as a family— taking them under his wing, no pun int

Taking a moment to truly say goodbye, Carolina stood in the center of the room and spun slowly. Breathing deeply and slowly, she took in everything around her one last time.This space, where Carolina had been working with some of Kim’s students for weeks now, seemed creepier now that she was alone. All the worthwhile artifacts had either been taken to labs or were tagged for removal.Caro had to admit the subject of the remaining objects, carvings mostly, was very interesting. Rare hieroglyphics from the Book of the Dead, as well as a few paintings and a half a dozen stone shelves containing sacred jars and a small puzzle box of sorts, remained.They were all carrying the same unusual symbol. One that made her blush wildly whenever she spied it. Biting her lip, she could only wonder what had inspired that particular symbol on so many artifacts.Exceedingly fragile, and thoroughly fascinating, Carolina could not understand why the people in charge had not taken those items yet. If

Jasper growled deep in his chest as he packed his bag and loaded it into his SUV. He couldn’t fucking believe this. It was Christmas. His father was dying. But could he stay home and celebrate with the old codger?Grrr.No, of course fucking not. Jasper had an assignment. He was being sent to act as a bodyguard for some stupid socialite, or celebrity, or whatever the fuck this client was.Artist, his brain supplied the word Jennifer had told him during their very brief briefing.Whatever.Probably some ex-housewife who got TikTok famous for making picture frames or lawn statues out of recycled grocery bags or some shit like that. The things that passed for art these days were a fucking mystery to a guy like him.Besides, who went to Egypt on a whim after getting divorced? Someone with too much money and time on their hands. Just the kind of person who would get into trouble and ruin other people’s plans without giving two shits.Fuck. That wasn’t fair of him. He hadn’t even both

The hours ticked by slowly, but Jasper’s brain kept coming back to his discussion with his dad. Seriously? What was the man thinking? How could he expect Jasper to even consider finding a mate in the middle of all of this mess?Besides, he was still young. Sixty-five in Wyvern years was like being in his twenties to normals. He had plenty of time for that.“Find your mate, son, and become the man I know you can be,” his father had said, clapping his large hand down on Jasper’s in a show of affection that was pretty flamboyant for the staid man.Not wanting to argue, Jasper just nodded his head, squeezed his hand in a brief shake, and left. There was so much he wanted to say to him. So many things he was grateful for.Hell, Arthur Wessex could’ve left him and his brothers to be raised by the scientists who’d hatched them in a federal laboratory deep underground, but no. He didn’t walk away.When the eggs yielded human babies, the General had acted. He’d superseded every order and i

“You sigh a lot.”“I do?”“Yep. Wanna talk about it?”“Um, well, the thing is, you are really good looking, Jasper,” she said, seeing she had surprised him by his expression. “But I am sure you know that. Anyway, I am an artist and I appreciate beauty, but I am afraid this situation I am in has made me a little, I don’t know, but anyway, I apologize if I was staring. I am sorry⁠—”“Don’t be,” He interrupted. “I like your eyes on me. I like knowing you like the way I look,” he said, voice so low she barely heard him.Did that just happen?She wondered and shook her head. No way. That was her curse, she supposed. Eternally optimistic and frequently disappointed.Well, at least this relationship was purely business. She just had to remember that, even if, for whatever reason, that fact depressed her.“So, tell me, Carolina, why do you need protection?” Jasper asked, and his rapt stare made her squirm under the thick terrycloth robe she’d slipped on.Was it her, or did his eyes ju