So they all have sources at the frat. Hopefully, Harris continues to be nothing like his father Bertie. If you don't remember him, check out Beta’s Innocent Mate, where he was first introduced.
I’ll admit, beyond spotting Isak, Aidan, and Albert at the party, I was having fun. This first month at university has made me more tightly wound than normal. Is that how Uncle John feels every day? I don’t know how he handles it. Okay, I do, but I seriously don’t want to think about his and Aunt Sarael’s sex life. And that only covers how he’s dealt with the stress of being the serious Kinley in the six years since they met. It doesn’t explain how he handled it for the thirty-three years prior. As I danced with Pamela and Malcolm, who seemed to keep his distance, I let the music carry my worries away. It had been a while since I’d had fun, not since my farewell party back home. I missed my friends and the carefree fun we used to have. The laughter, the dancing, and the freedom were all reminiscent of the good times back home. However, the fun was abruptly interrupted when the music shifted from Calvin Harris and Sam Smith’s Desire to Taylor Swift’s Lover. This wasn’t the kind of s
I never considered myself the jealous sort. I have never had a reason to. Certainly not when it came to my two best friends. Or that’s what I reminded myself of when I watched Aidan get to dance with Hana. Seeing his hands on her had me seething, which is totally out of the norm for us. It’s this damn bet. That has to be it. I wouldn’t feel this way otherwise. Aidan and I have worked together on hunts. Our history is littered with women we’ve shared in bed who he fed on their sexual energy while I drank their blood. It was a win-win-win. Yes, I said three wins. Because the women were winning, too, they didn’t realize I was drinking their blood or think twice about feeling exhausted after we were done with them. Plus, they got off more than once during our feeding. If Hana had been less resistant to giving in to what I know she felt, she could have had that experience. Granted, it may be a bit of a sexual overload for a virgin, but we’d make it work. However, she is as stubborn as h
I was getting antsy by the second as I stood here alone. I refused to look in the direction I knew the trio stood. So, I watched the rest of the party and quickly realized something. Delta Kappa Epsilon, or at least this chapter, was NOT normal. How do I know? I’m a trained hunter. I can tell. And while not all members sent supernatural alarm bells in my head, many others did. I’ve seen at least a dozen hybrids and possibly pureblood supernatural beings here. The hybrid werewolves, which I’d seen two, were the easiest to spot. I had to pay closer attention to recognizing the demons and angels working in the room. I could see them looking at me but quickly averting their eyes. I furrowed my brows, followed their gazes each time, and noticed they were looking at the trio. That pretty much sealed it for me. Delta Kappa Epsilon is a fraternity mostly populated by the supernatural. I’ll be updating the guild database when I get home. I hoped these men wouldn’t grow up to be monsters kil
We are screwed. That’s the only answer to why Hana and her friend would disappear back down that hall for so long. Pamela likely overheard us, specifically Albert, and his uncouth and vulgar suggestion of having proof that one of us had been intimate with Hana. And now she’s taken Hana somewhere quiet to tell her, and as we speak, the Bloodmoon Alpha and his warriors are planning to kill us. For once, I can’t even blame my friends for why my life is in danger. This bet was my foolish idea. “Gentlemen, I want to apologize now.” I sighed, turning to my friends. “What?” Albert and Aidan gave me confused looks. “Miss Batista likely overheard us and has gone to tell Hana everything. As such, we’re going to die soon. So, I’m sorry that I got us into this mess.” I bowed my head in apology. “We aren’t going to die.” Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I don’t care how powerful Hana’s dad is. We aren’t pushovers.” Albert shook his head. “Besides, we knew the danger of making this bet. The d
Who knew an angel would have moves like that? I knew there would be plenty about the trio I wouldn’t know. The guild database would only contain information the guild found relevant. I could tell you their abilities, favored weapons, combat styles, and lineage. However, that’s all the database told me. It didn’t tell me their favorite food, drinks, music, or anything else. Of course, it wouldn’t go into such trivial things. It was a database on potential threats and, in their case, useful allies. It wasn’t a dating service. If I wanted to know Isak or any of these men better, I’d need to do the leg work. Don’t take that the wrong way. I don’t want to know them better because I’m interested. If I don’t show an interest in them, I won’t be able to make them suffer for their bet. The dance momentarily distracted me from that knowledge. Isak is undeniably attractive, and as much as I’ll deny it, there is a magnetic pull between us. An attraction that dancing only served to amplify. I h
I don’t know what transpired between Hana kneeing me in the balls, an attack I’m willing to forgive but likely won’t forget, and willingly dancing with us. I don’t think she knows about the bet. If Pamela overheard us and told Hana, she would not have danced with any of us. If she knew, Hana likely would’ve either come out throwing fists or left to plot our deaths. My groin can attest she’s not shy about violence. So I wouldn’t let myself worry about her knowing our bet. I want to know what Pamela said or gave Hana to make her more welcoming to us. Whatever she did, I believe Pamela had just earned an A in my class. Not that she doesn’t deserve a good grade on her actual work. Thus far, she’s proven to be an insightful student. She apparently can work magic to get Hana compliant. And as grateful as I am for whatever she did, I’m more grateful the girl was willing to leave Hana with us to go upstairs with Malcolm. Suggesting that Malcolm took the girl to his room wasn’t the worst thi
I thought they’d either not follow or only follow the normal way. I was wrong. They didn’t believe the number of humans present at the party was a reason to refrain from using teleportation to get ahead of me—sneaky bastards. I should have been prepared for it, so it was my fault for thinking they’d be more discreet. Albert opened his mouth as if using their powers publicly wasn’t annoying enough. Sure, I’ll own that I am sensitive on that subject and prone to overreact, primarily with violence. However, that doesn’t stop him from implying I’d run to my dad instead of dealing with them. I don’t care that he’s been drinking strictly from blood bags. Even if a small part of me was happy to hear he’s changed his diet since meeting me. And don’t get me started on their pet names. Between Isak calling me darling and Aidan calling me Leannan, I didn’t need Albert calling me Liebling. I may have grown up as a badass like my dad and stepmother, or I like to think I am, but I still have sof
If a slightly intoxicated Hailie had approached me under different circumstances, I’d have been inclined to give her what she wanted. And by different circumstances, I don’t simply mean approaching me while I’m with Hana. Hana standing right there was a good enough reason to refuse Hailie and other women; that’s not the only factor. I’d not have thought twice if I hadn’t had this bet with my friends. However, I plan to win this bet, and that can’t happen if I fuck and feed as I please. However, I realized someone had already fed on the girl and did a poor job of using compulsion on her. I’ll have to learn who that was and teach them a lesson. Mess-ups like this catch the attention of human arthritis, the guild, and worse, the order. I’d rather not see some fledgling vampires turn to dust because no one taught them any better. I swear it’s like vampires are hardcoded not to give guidance to those they sire. I am, thankfully, old enough that my use of compulsion is flawless. You can’