ZANDER'S POVIn a flash, I moved towards Hazel and positioned my hand behind her head before it could hit the floor. My poor Kitten.FUCK! This was too much for her to handle."Is she ok, what is happening to her?" James' shocked face came into view next to me. His eyes bulged as he watched Hazel's body shake uncontrollably. "Izzy, come quick. Hazel's having a panic attack." I sent through the mind-link. "James, she's having a panic attack... But it has never been this bad before." Her body began shaking violently. I started to feel strange. I felt like hands were being used to squeeze my lungs from the inside. I was struggling to catch my breath. "Fuck, I think... I think I'm having a panic attack too!" James' eyes widen, and beads of sweat decorated his forehead. "What should I do? I don't know what to do," he said nervously.Hazel started to foam and I tried hard to fight, but violent trembles rocked my massive, muscular body. I fell at Hazel's feet as panic swept through my vei

??? POV"You're fucking kidding me? Declan is in love with Lun-Lun. FUCK! I thought that asshole was gay." Carson could not believe what Zander told him."Why would I fucking joke about something like this? I know it's true. He has changed ever since I brought Hazel to the mansion." Zander remembered the night he first took Hazel home from the masquerade ball. "The way he was looking at her that night... I should have seen it sooner.""Well, I mean, Luna is hot, and he is unmated. At least he has not made a move on her," Carson said. Zander's eyes went pitch black, and he began to growl. He did not like the way Carson was talking about his wife. "Come on, Alpha, I am mated, you know I don't look at the Luna in that way."Zander knew he spoke the truth. He checked the time on the clock. "Where is that fucking bloodsucker?" He grumbled.Dimitri had informed Zander that he found a coven of witches residing in the caves of the Dead Man's Peak mountain. He said that they may have informati

CARSON'S POVI kept thinking about what Gabrielle said about me never holding CJ. She thought that I did not care about my responsibilities as a father and a mate; I most certainly do. It's just that I was terrified of fucking things up. Everything I touched gets fucked up somehow. When Cleo was a newborn pup, I snuck into the nursery and picked her up after my mother specifically told me not to do so. She was so tiny and beautiful. My clumsy, stupid ass dropped baby Cleo; her wails woke up our parents. My mom gave me an ass whooping and let's just say I never held a baby since. "We are older now, Carson. CJ needs to bond with his father. We need to bathe him."I knew Jinx was right. We werewolves have to give our pups a special tongue bath so that our scents will be forever with them. My son will be the future beta of this pack, so I needed to give him his bathe before he reached 8 days old."Jinx, how the fuck am I supposed to do that if I can't even hold him? Gabz is furious at m

I waited patiently for the mutt to answer. He sighed and shuffled in his spot before he answered. "Very well then. Her name was Tashema, she was a werewolf from Jamaica, and she came and visited our pack with her dad who was the Alpha of their pack. She was beautiful, a very amazing soul. We talked the whole night, and we ended it with a kiss. It was the best kiss I ever had until I met my Hazel." Hazel's face went scarlet. She was so cute."Well. My first kiss was Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, also known as the Queen mother." Gasps echoed all around me. "Yes, true story. She was 25 and I was 15. She was in a loveless marriage. One thing led to the next, and we began an illicit affair. When Queen Elizabeth the second was born, I thought she was mine, but I did not smell my DNA in her."It took everyone a minute to digest what I had revealed to them. Allen went next, then Duncan and Ushi. Gerard told us about making out with his 8th-grade math teacher. Gabrielle told us about Bob who also fin

??? POVTick-tock, tick-tock. Zander lay awake in the twilight of his bedroom. The sounds of the clock ticking and Hazel's shallow breathing were the only melodies that kept him company. He could make out the shadowy silhouettes that the furniture rendered against the moonlight that peeked in through the windows. His green eyes sparkled brightly like two large fireflies; beautiful, but sad.Hazel woke twice more that night. She had the same nightmare as before. Zander needed to know why she was dreaming of Magnus and who this Harper was. Was she even real? Was she in danger? He vowed that when he got back he would find out. He mentally wrote it down on his everlasting list of significant things to do. Number one was to find Zoey. Zander craned his neck and sought the time on the antique Victorian clock. It was 3:30 am. Time for him and Dimitri to set out on their quest.He quietly slipped out of bed. He pulled on the thickest and warmest pants he could find in his closet; it was blac