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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN * * Soral blinks twice, his frantic mind scrambling for a response, how did the conversation suddenly sway in this unwanted direction? What prize is this barbarian even talking about?! Soral's hand flies towards his neck, as though to shield it from Vidarr's lazily wandering gaze, his body quivering with sudden chills. Only a few moments ago, he thought he'd completely wrap this barbarian around his fingers. . . Or had he not?

The tide of the battle was turning against us, but before I could react, I heard my siblings’ voices in my head. “We will come back. And we will have our vengeance.” In the midst of the chaos, my mother appeared before me. “Raise your hands to the sky and repeat after me. Now, quickly, so you may return when the time is right.” I obeyed, drawing upon every ounce of strength as I chanted the prophecy: "This is the prophecy of the Order. Hear now, for we shall return when: One born of royalty, One born of sin, Three brought together, Brothers of another,

"I hate to be a buzzkill, guys, but it's seven-thirty. You know what that means, bud." Brandon lets out a heavy sigh, as if the weight of the world has just settled on his shoulders. "But I want to hang out with Carolina." An idea seems to cross his mind, and he asks, "Can Carolina read me a story?" I look to Evans, meeting his gaze. To my surprise, there's no storm in his eyes, no doubt or turmoil. He nods, gesturing to the door. "Please do," he says to me. "Yay!" Brandon cries, dashing off toward the stairs. Suddenly, he's plenty excited for bedtime.

Not after what I had found last night. Brandon’s words still rang in my ears, sharp and steady: “Don’t let her poison what is left of your light with her pretense.” I walked toward the box and I lifted the box again, setting it on my lap. My energies glimmered faintly under my skin, not bright this time, but warm and steady, like candlelight in darkness. It pulsed with every heartbeat as I opened the lid and pulled out his notes. The handwriting looked more desperate the deeper I went. The first pages were cautious observations with simple suspicions, incomplete thoughts. But by the tenth page, they turned darker, sharper.

Without overthinking, I focused on my scrolls. When the sun began to dip, I was preparing to shut down my device when Brandon sent one final command. “Do not remain at the forge tonight. You must retreat to your furs and recover your strength.” My body went rigid. After the confusion with Lucas Grant, I didn't dare entertain the idea that Brandon Larson was pursuing me. A mysterious, powerful Lord like him was a different breed than a playboy like Lucas. It was impossible for him to set his sights on me. I decided he was simply a very protective Alpha...

A dark flush rose beneath Brandon’s fur; he turned away awkwardly, lifting a clay jug to pour the Alpha a horn of water. “Is it because Savannah’s spirit has left the flesh that your tongue no longer guards this secret?” Brandon touched his nose, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Rest your wolf; my jaws are locked on this data. Job will not receive a whisper either.” “You also view a fractured line as a shameful reality, don't you?” Ethan Carter accepted the horn, but his claws held the clay still without lifting it to his lips. He fixed Brandon with a flat, glacier stare that carried no warmth.

Brandon has appeared out of nowhere; he’s standing just behind Gideon with Low and he’s watching me like I’m some kind of fascinating show. “Ghost has no pups, no mate and his momma has two other sons. He’s also not interested in you in the slightest other than your skills at killing; you need backup, and he’s who you get.” Brandon says as he crosses his arms over his chest. Gideon nods along with what he’s saying so I know I don’t have room to argue.

He held up the book so she could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” she asked, reaching for it. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from her. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” “Just give it here,” she whispered, blushing and reaching for it again. “No, no, no,” he argued, pulling it away again. “It’s just starting to get interesting. Rodrigo realizes that he loves Valery, but she can’t be with him because she wants to rip his heart out and eat it.”

Present time He had the same nightmare again. He was falling. The sky grew smaller and smaller until only darkness remained. And somewhere in the distance, he heard her voice. And her laughter. Nio opened his eyes. The bitterness in him receded and the echo of Thea's laughter grew quieter and quieter. His thoughts turned to Teria'n. The very thought of him made him growl with hatred. He took a deep breath to calm himself and smelling roasted meat he turned his head.

We’ve got a long way to go. Brandon leans against the door jam, arms crossed over his chest and the fabric of his shorts stretching over his thick, muscled thighs. Goddess he looks like every girl’s wet dream. Judging by Zak’s physical reaction and the lust radiating down the mate bond, he’s every guy’s wet dream as well. “Returning as ordered, Luna,” Brandon says, his seductive smile all for me. My mouth is literally salivating at the sweat slicked hard muscle of his chest and abs. I want to lick the sweat from his body and taste the saltiness of him on my lips. Instantly, the spicy scent of my arousal fills the air.