Onyx Integrative Medicine & Aesthetics Novels & Stories

Assistant Onyx conveyed. "Prepare."

The kind that always followed lines being crossed. Then Vahl looked at her, expression unreadable. “And what do you think we’re doing, Mara?” he asked. “We’re not building a therapist. We’re building control. Predictive, persuasive, programmable control. That’s why ONYX exists. That’s why you’re here.” Mara looked at him, sickened. “I signed up to build safety nets. Behavior stabilization. Crisis prevention.” “You signed up,” Vahl said coldly, “because you wanted to change the world.”

The nerves are starting to kick in. I am hit with the scent of lemongrass when I walk into Onyx’s room. There are three tables set up for us to get massages. Two hunky looking masseuse and a woman for Storm, you know she has a mate and all, they are awaiting us with cucumber water. I decided to go with a deep tissue massage, goddess knows I need it.

Hoping to distract him from the pain, she said, “May I just note for the record that it would be great if you could stop leaving bite marks all over my breasts? Most of them are in spots that are easily visible to others.” A self-satisfied smile spread across Onyx’s face. “I was marking them as mine. And I like looking at your breasts and seeing my brands right there, just as I like knowing that if anyone else dares to look at them, they’ll know you’re taken.”

3:10 PM. “Who is Onyx?” I asked. Taren hesitated for a moment. “A lone wolf with a violent record. It attacked handlers. Injured competing wolves. No sponsor is willing to take responsibility. He’s considered unmanageable.” “And they’re killing him,” I said flatly. “Yes.” He answered. I stared at the screen. Something sharp and restless moved through me, the same instinct that always rose when I saw waste disguised as order. “I want to see him,” I said.

“I don’t tell them everything. There are secrets I’ve had to keep from them before. If this is truly something they don’t need to know, I won’t be the one to tell them.” I sighed deeply. Fuck. I was really about to divulge a secret that wasn’t mine to someone else. But I needed someone that could help, and I needed some direction. I wasn’t good at giving backstories and all that shit, plus if Alpha Adrian was serious about five minutes, we only had a few left.” “Onyx is a vampire and werewolf hybrid.” No sense in beating around the bush, I always say. “Wait. What? How? Oh! Her mother, Iliana. That sneaky bastard!”

“What? How is that possible? I thought only lycan’s could speak in beast form.” “We are special.” Athena simply answered. “That you are my mate. There is no one like you. Ok Onyx is ready to come out.” He laughed as I could see his eyes changing as Onyx was pushing forward to take charge. He got undressed and Athena didn’t look away and I was so glad she didn’t because the sight before was other worldly. All I could see was muscles for days and damn that ass. Onyx shifted and looked at us. Athena wasn’t even embarrassed. Onyx stood maybe a foot and a half taller than Athena. He looked dangerous, midnight black with what seemed to be touches of light brown on some of his fur, but the thing th

Suddenly, his entire frame went completely rigid, his green eyes widening with a raw intensity I had never seen before. "This isn't fatigue, Sloane," Knox whispered, his voice dropping into a thick, low growl that resonated through my chest, his hand sliding down to rest flat against my lower abdomen with an incredible warmth. "Your scent has shifted. The baseline metrics of your terminal might track the corporate ledger, but my instincts track your body. We are scheduling a private medical evaluation immediately."

Onyx called her when he sensed that their call alone wasn’t helping the wolves. “How far can you go with your strength as a healer?” Onyx asked her calmly. She narrowed her eyes in confusion, but slowly her expression straightened. “You…. You want to channel my strength as a healer to all of them?” she asked calmly, still working on Madeline, as Madeline was still critical. She had covered her face with an oxygen mask and started cleaning her blood to wash whatever amount of wolfsbane out of her body. “No, I am going to absorb your strength and then channel it to others through the combined strength of mine and Nick’s.” Onyx explained calmly.

He smiled, “Luna, Onyx is a very strong wolf. She left virtually no trace of an aneurism. It does show some irreversible damage to the area that effects equilibrium, so it looks like you will have that for life.” I asked, “So, is there medication to at least lessen it?” He nodded, “I can give you a prescription for some medication. Unfortunately, that only reduces it.” I asked, “Does this mean I can go home?” He nodded, “Yes. You can rest at home more comfortably than here, but I will be coming by to check on you. I will have the nurse bring your discharge instructions.”