JASON POV
My fist clenches, and Eros howls in our head. He is scratching and pushing to get out and join our mates. Pleasure is pouring through the matebond, and my pants have become extremely uncomfortable.
Their makeup didn't take long. Shit. Why am I sitting in the room with males when my brother is burying himself into our mate?
Jealousy is making me growl and fidget as I adjust myself. The room is silent and tense because the Alphas think my displeasure is with them. The only one who seems genuinely entertained is Ben, who has probably already guessed what is happening to me.
Amelia's warm apple pie scent gets more potent along with Jackson's pine, and I groan. Their sex scents linger heavy on their skin as they enter the room. I growl as I meet Jackson's eyes, the bastard smirks while Amelia gives me a scowl.
Jason- Come here
Amelia- why? You did that on purpose earlier.
Jason- no, I did not. But you need to get over here and
AMELIA POV R RATEDI analyze the male with a grin on my face. Eve and I can sense he is strong. But as I watch his body language and attack position, his lack of proper skill becomes apparent.Amelia- stay back, Eve. Let's beat him without the powers. It will send more of a message.Eve- I will stay alert.Be careful, my human his wolf's strength will be used. Be light on your fight. As if we are fighting the brothers in that dungeon in Norway.Amelia- will do Eve.Chance lunges as soon as I refocus. I swiftly dodge to the right. I shift my stance, putting most of my weight on the balls of my feet. One of my old trainers in my home pack, Nathaniel Atkins, always said to not let your feet be cemented to the ground.He lunges four more times. Each time I evade him with impressive quickness. It takes a lot of my willpower not to stick my tongue out at the male, but I am Queen. Queen's don't taunt.I switch to offense when I notice he is ch
AMELIA POV R RATEDA date. Jason is takingme on a date. As soon as we got back to the hotel he had shoved me into the restroom telling me to get ready. He was going to make up for his stupid comment and I was finally going on a date.I look at the makeup I packed with a critical/terrified expression. The sales lady had selected all my colors and had skin matched me to perfection but years of not even having a hairbrush made me nervous.I started with the eye primer and quickly fell into my sophomore year of high school makeup routine. I looked juvenile!!! I scrub my face before restarting and deciding to keep it simple. I tint my eyebrows a little and smile the small amount of color really frames my eyes. But now my eyes look washed out. I grab the lash curler and mascara. The black curled lashes makes my blue eyes stand out and I grin. But once again another part of my face is brought to my attention. My cracked and colorless lips are quickly tinted red with
JACKSON POVIt's been three days and Helios and I are antsy. It is a good think we have a Delta and Gamma we can trust now or I would have already had to go back home. We can't seem to calm down when it comes to Sasha's safety. Even though I get anupdate every three hours the distance still bothers us.The trackers have done a great job in laying out the ground work for our plan. They have logged all vampire activities, even spotting Stefan, himself, a few times. They found tunnels exiting and entering the village as well as multiple high points that our snipers will love.Ethan and Jason have been actively training and grading the warriors. They have set up all the groups while making our battle plans. Which if I am honest, isn't my strongest area of expertise. I belong in an office. I plan, I schedule, and I love procedure. I am more fact driven. Over the years the three of us have learned that most battles are won with guts and instinct, which are Jason an
JASON POVThe other Alphas look pissed as we assemble at Ben's meeting table for the last time. Rage and betrayal pours from them but I can't give them my attention. My calculating brother seems distracted and the bond is humming with his stress. He is doing his breathing technique and it is making me want to pace.Jas- brother? What isit?Jacks- we figured he would know we are close. But he knows about our trackers, jasJas- yeahJacks- why would he make sure the trackers saw him? Why didn't he leave? Something smells rotten.Jas- ..... good point. Have you had our update about Sasha?I watch Jacks face pale before he sprints from the room to go call home. I roll my shoulders hoping that the vampire lord isn't launching an attack of his own while we are camped out to get him.Three minutes of tapping my fingers and listening to the bickering males, feels like years. Amelia finally comes into the room and I smile. She looks beaut
THIRD POV R Rated. Possible Trigger warning. Unnecessary reading. Just added information."Call out for him, bitch," Stefan roars as he throws Ava's battered and weak body against another wall in the blood soaked room."Let him feel your pain and I will let you heal," he growlsinto her face after pulling her up by her throat."I will never let him feel pain," Ava spits and blood flies from her broken lips. But through the pain she smiles. She refuses to be a pawn to weaken Ethan."Did you know your eyes are now bright red young one? Do you know what will happen to your wolf when your depleted body smells his scent.........you will drain him yourself," Stefan smiles evilly at her pained expression.He throws her back into her cell before stomping from the dungeon. Anger and fear pulse through his body as he moves towards his favorite blood sacks. He throws the door open so he can see his favorites cower.5 wom
ETHAN POVI lead the warriorsdown the small dirt path cautiously. I have no idea if Stefan knows about our discoverys within his village but I pray he doesn't. I can feel the pull to my mate grow stronger and stronger as we near the old decrepit looking door and there is no way I am turning back now.Every fiber of my body wants to believe she left against her will. I just can't accept the idea of her betraying me. My wolf has also been adamant about her innocence. I give the signal for the men to hide as best as they can. The plan is to wait. The other waves have to see Stefan before we can enter.JACKSON POVSharing control with a Lycan is thrilling and intimidating. Helios is thirsty for blood and destruction, and those needs fill my humanity to were every part of me agrees.Sweet apple pie drifting in from the West keeps me alert enough to stick to the plan but once the blood shed commences, I don't even think that will reign us in anymore.
I smile as I stroke Ethan's wolf spirit. I watch my great granddaughter celebrate the end of a century long war with her mates, and for the first time since Stefan's creation, I feel at peace. My wolves are finally free of the blood thirsty tyrant. Even the Goddess ofNight is relieved that he is finally destroyed. She could never bring herself to kill her own creation. So she spent eons relying on my plan just as my wolves had. I watch in fast time as my Royals piece together the Northern packs who lost their Alphas and Betas. And when they finally travel home, I look to see how Sasha is. The rambunctious girl always makes me laugh. Although she will never be Queen, she will be a great big sister to the future King. I give my Royals a few days of rest before calling them to my realm. I am eager to tell them about their gift. My reward for their losses. I sitdown in my favorite rocking chair and wait. Time is such a funny thing. I can watch years
HELLO AWESOME READERS. I WANT TO TAKE A MOMENT TO THANK YOU FOR READING MY STORIES. I TRULY APPRECIATE YOUR INTEREST IN MY WORK, AND AS A SMALL TRIBUTE TO YOUR LOYALTY, I WANTED TO WRITE YOU SOMETHING SPECIAL, SO HERE IS A SHORT STORY ABOUT JACKSON'S ROMANCE WITH MONICA. THIS STORY IS 32 YEARS AFTER LISA AND EMMETT WERE KILLED AND WILL BE FROM JACKSON'S POINT OF VIEW. ENJOY. I rub my forehead and groan as I lean back in my office chair. I hate having rejection duty, but it is my turn. Jason handled all the rejections last week, and since there are so many nowadays, we need someone actively ready to console rejected wolves. So here I am. I stand up and move to the large window my mother had to replace repeatedly when we were younger. I run my fingers over the scratched wood frame, and the knot in my throat begins to bu