VICTOR A week. Seven days. That was how much time lapsed since I had marked and claimed Dea. Every day was better than the last. My shoulders felt a bit lighter, my spirit was happier, and my soul was finally complete. This was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life and I wasn't sure anything could tear me down.The bond only grew stronger with each day. Each time we were intimate, it flared to life, rejoicing in the fact that we were finally accepting it and not ignoring its existence. We were meant for each other. No one could replace her in my life and I would never want a replacement for someone like her. I strolled down the halls of the institute, my boots thudding against the white linoleum floors. The walls were a deep brown and the harsh yellow lights above gave this place a cold, soulless feel. Yet, my smile hadn't wavered because I planned to surprise my mate at work. I wanted us to spend more time together. I wanted to show her how special she was to me so I pla
DEA I was exhausted. Between work and my nightly routine with Victor, I had little to no sleep most nights. Fatigue ate away at my concentration as I glared at the screen of my laptop, then at the whiteboard with multiple equations scrawled on it in blue and green ink. I was working on another paper, this time disproving a theory of a fellow scientist from an institute in the state of New York. His paper was ludicrous. None of the experimental physicists could prove his theory and to me, his math was just not mathing. I was working on this paper with one of my colleagues from the experimental physics department at the institute. Not only was I planning to disprove his theory, I was planning to correct it and conduct an experiment to prove my theory. If this worked well, the institute would be in line for yet another grant in the next few months. It was a lot. The late hours, the continuous research, and the math that had to be perfect and precise. But, I loved every second of it. It
VICTOR I was shifting in and out of lucidity as I fought to stave off the effects of the wolfsbane. My eyes struggled to focus on anything. A sharp, throbbing pain echoed through my head, making it too heavy to move. I blinked once, twice, three times in quick succession but it did little to alleviate the blurriness. A cacophony of sounds traveled to my ears, sounding so close and yet so far all at once. I wasn't sure if the echo was part of my imagination or if we were in a room that somehow produced one. I couldn't think straight. My brain was running a hundred miles a minute but it still felt too slow to catch up to real time. A searing pain clawed at the flesh of my wrists and ankles. I was bound in what had to be silver. With every minuscule movement, my flesh felt as if a thousand tiny mouths were devouring my skin from the point of origin. It exhausted my muscles, made my limbs feel numb and my muscles lax. I mentally chided myself for losing consciousness. All I knew was t
DEA I scanned the message Saint had sent once more, feeling my stomach bottom as a pit of venomous rage began to take root there. It felt as if lava coursed through my veins, sending a torrent of angry flames burning down my limbs as red clouded my vision. Could it have been Jason?Was I overreacting?Was Victor in danger?Why would Jason even do something as horrible as this? Certainly not because of me. If he used wolfsbane and/or silver on Victor, how did he know to do that? Had he discovered Victor's biggest secret? "What happened?" Erica questioned as my brother came barreling into the building with another guy on his flank. "We need to find Jason. If we find Jason, we can find Victor," I informed, hoping with all my will that Saint was wrong about Jason but knowing somewhere deep down that she had to be right. There was no one else in the building that would hurt him. Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and th
VICTORI hadn't told her that I loved her. I needed to live so I could confess my feelings for her, so she would know without a doubt that I did love her. She needed to know that all of this wasn't just because of the mating bond but also because I had grown to love and adore the person she was. But as the sticky crimson substance oozed from the open wound at my side, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to make it out of the bind I had found myself in. I had grossly miscalculated the level of Jason's wrath. Once my strength began to return, I attempted to break free. It took some effort but I shattered the silver cuff which held my right hand. I wasn't quick enough to free my remaining hand and legs, though. One of the three other people working with Jason had impaled a silver blade into my torso while another returned with a brand new cuff. Two ladies and a man worked with him. A total of four people I thought would be easy to eliminate once I set myself free but I was wrong. Once the w
DEAFlames licked their way up my bones, leaving smoldering heat in their wake. Beads of sweat matted my hair to the back of my neck. Pain like no other weaved itself into my skin, making the most ginger of touches painful. The more potent the brew of my anger was the more pain coiled around my ribcage, like a python ready to crack me open and make me its next meal. I ignored the black that edged at my vision and pushed my glasses into place with a rubbery knuckle. When Saint had called and told me Jason had Victor trapped in a lab, I knew exactly where to go. Jason only ever used one lab because of the equipment he needed. The sight before me was not something I thought I'd see in my wildest dreams. Victor was strapped upright to a steel table. His wrists were cuffed to the table on either side and so were his ankles. His shirt was now just pieces of bloodied material barely clinging to him. A wound on his side oozed with blood, the coppery metallic sce
VICTOR Dea's inky fur was soft between my fingers as I carded them through. It was long and shaggy, giving her wolf a fluffy appearance as her hair stood on end. I stumbled back with pride swelling my chest and splitting my face in half. The movement had me wincing from the wound on my side. I was healing, but it was taking too long. Too much blood had been lost. I gripped my torso, sealing the wound with my massive palm in hopes of staving off the bleeding. If the blood would clot, it might save me some time. A whine had Dea's head bowing as she sniffed at the hand covering my wound. "I'll be fine," I tried to reassure her, believing in my words with every fiber of my being and willing them to be true. "Here Alpha," a shirtless Alec stretched his hand out to me, his shirt feebly swaying from the hook of his finger. Offering him a curt nod in thanks, I ripped the shirt open and tied it tight around my waist to add pressure to the wound, "We need to clean up this mess before someo
DEAI must have fallen asleep waiting for Victor to return home. Saint, Sam, and Sinclair had sat up with me until each one of us had surrendered to the exhaustion pulling us under. I must have had the worst night of my life but I was so happy it was over, so happy the people I cared about were safe and the ones who threatened them weren't alive to torment us any further. My body ached from the shift—I still couldn't believe I had a wolf living inside me. Even now, I felt the creature bristle beneath my flesh as if I and it were the same and yet still a completely separate entity. I shifted, feeling a soft mattress beneath me instead of the lumpy couch I had drifted off on. Peeling my eyelids open, I found myself engulfed in the darkness of Victor's room. He was asleep behind me, his chest rising and falling at a steady pace. His beard scraped the skin at my neck as he nuzzled into it. His muscle-chorded arms coiled around me, pulling me in until not a sliver of space remained betw