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The room feels too small, the air too thick. Alec is only a few feet away, and even from here, his scent is a dark, potent cloud that wraps around me, sinking deep into my lungs, into my blood, until I feel like I’m drowning in it.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out, trying to will my body to stop reacting, but it’s useless. My skin tingles, every inch of me acutely aware of his presence. I take a slow, shaky breath, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. The full moon is like an hour away, and everything feels sharper, more intense—his scent, the heat coursing through me, the primal need clawing at my insides.
When I open my eyes, Alec is moving through the room, his dark gaze scanning the pack as he strides forward with that easy, commanding confidence that comes so naturally to him. His shirt clings to his shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tan forearms, the veins running beneath his skin taut and pronounced.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
He reaches my table and lowers himself into the chair beside me. And just like that, the rest of the room ceases to exist.
All I can see is him.
All I can feel is him.
His scent is so strong it’s like he’s wrapped around me, surrounding me, holding me. My muscles tighten, and my fingers dig into the table, trying to keep myself from reaching out, from touching him.
I drag in a shallow breath, but it’s like inhaling fire. The heat inside me flares, scorching me from the inside out. My thighs press together, and it’s a monumental effort not to lean closer, not to close the gap between us.
Alec’s arm brushes against mine, just the barest contact, but it’s enough to send a shockwave through me. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, willing myself to stay still, to stay in control. To not give in to my sexual desire.
But then he speaks, and the low rumble of his voice hits me right in the chest, vibrating through my skin.
“Sadie?”
I blink, realizing he’s been talking, and I missed every single word.
He’s staring at me now, one brow arched, a small, knowing smile curving his lips. The look in his eyes is dark, almost hungry, as if he can sense exactly what I’m feeling.
“What?” I manage, my voice coming out embarrassingly breathless.
Alec leans back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I asked if you’re alright. This is your first heat cycle, and I was wondering how you are holding up”
Damn him and damn this. I’d forgotten that this is not his first rodeo when it comes to heat cycles. He had one with Lola if I remember correctly, and that, right now, makes me angry and bitter.
For a moment I feel like bashing his head in for not recognizing that Lola was a damn fake. Now here I was, when we should be experiencing this together for the first time instead it's one-nill.
“Sadie?” he calls again, this time, he puts his warm hand on mine. “How are you holding up?”
The moment his hand touches mine, I forget everything. My cheeks flush hot, and I press my lips together, my jaw tight.
I could lie. I could brush it off, pretend like I’m fine. But there’s no point. He can smell it. He can see it.
So instead, I sag back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated breath.
“No, I’m not alright,” I say, the word coming out harsher than I intend. “All I want right now is to jump your bones.”
Alec blinks, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. For a moment, he just stares at me, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching, and I can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows.
Before he can respond, Brian slides into the seat across from us.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a bit too loud.
Micah and Jason follow close behind, each taking a seat around the table. Micah’s gaze flicks between Alec and me, his brows pulling together as if he’s piecing something together.
“So,” Brian says, leaning back and propping his elbows on the back of his chair. “Are we ready for tonight?”
Why does he look so calm? So, fucking cheerful? Is something wrong with him? That also pissed me of. I want to hit him just for being happy while I feel like I was drowning.
“I told you; the moon cycle will leave you a mess of emotions” Nyx reminds me, but I ignore her.
I force myself to focus on him, grateful for the distraction. Anything to keep me from sinking back into the vortex of Alec’s scent.
My eyes roam over Brian, taking him in. Despite the palpable tension in the room, he looks completely at ease. While every other unmated male in the pack looks like they’re on the verge of snapping, Brian is... calm. Almost too calm.
“Brian,” I say, tilting my head. “You don’t seem... affected.”
He raises a brow, glancing around. “By what?”
I gesture to the room, where several males are gripping the edges of the table so hard the wood is splintering beneath their fingers. “The full moon. The heat. You’re not feeling it?”
Brian shrugs. “Not as much as everyone else.”
Micah leans forward, his eyes narrowing. “How come?”
Brian chuckles. “It’s the vampire side. Keeps me steady. Vampires don’t have the same connection to the moon that wolves do, so...” He shrugs. “It balances things out.”
“So, hybrids don’t feel the full moon like we do?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Brian shakes his head. “Not as intensely. Even the wolves who were turned into hybrids feel it less. The vampire side tempers with the wolf which makes it easier to control and even out the score.”
“So you are saying, it’s easier for hybrids?” Jason asks
Brian nods. “Mostly. We do feel the pull of the full moon, but it’s... muted. Less intense.”
Micah snorts. “Lucky bastard.”
Brian chuckles. “Trust me, it has its downsides.”
“Like what?” Jason asks, leaning in.
Brian shrugs again, the casualness slipping away for just a second. “The aggression is double, having two dominant species inside me”
Yeah, that would make sense. Witches and warlocks usually just mind their business, but vampires and werewolves are different. We fight for almost everything. In a way, we are both animals at the base, so it’s normal for us to be really aggressive towards each other.
“Do you still need blood?” I ask, given that he is still a vampire after all.
“Yep,” Brian says, popping the ‘p.’ “Not as much as before, though. When I was a full-blooded vampire, I needed it every day. Now, every two or three days is enough.”
Alec asks, “What about mates?”
Brian’s brows knit together. “What about them?”
Jason gestures between Alec and me. “Like... do hybrids get mates? Or vampire brides? Or... do they just stick to their kind?”
Brian’s jaw tenses, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on a knot in the wooden table. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?”
Micah frowns. “You don’t know?”
Brian shakes his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. “None of us do. None of the hybrids have ever bonded with anyone—wolf or vamp. We’re... stuck in between. Not wolf enough to get a mate. Not vampire enough to get a bride, so that probably leaves being bonded to our own kind, but that has yet to happen.”
A heavy silence settles over the table, and for a moment, even the tension from the full moon seems to pale in comparison to the weight of Brian’s words.
Something inside me twists, an ache that has nothing to do with the heat coursing through my veins.
Brian’s eyes meet mine, and there’s a haunted look there, one that I recognize all too well. It’s the look of someone who’s longing for something they are not sure they’ll ever have. His first bride cheated on him, but it’s clear he wants another chance at love, only problem is that he isn’t sure that will ever happen.
“So...” Jason clears his throat. “Can you still... you know, have kids?”
Brian’s face darkens. “We don’t know that either. After all we are a mix, so we are not sure if we can a sire kids with either of the two species. Being hybrid has probably messed our bodies, so we are not sure if that’s still possible.”
I nod my head, my thoughts on his answer. I mean, even if he sleeps with a wolf, what will the baby be? Or if it’s a vampire, what will the baby turn out to be? Biologically speaking it seems impossible for a hybrid to mate with either a werewolf or vampire, but hey, we now have hybrids something that was thought to be impossible, so I guess anything is possible, right?
Alec shifts beside me, tension radiating off him in waves. “Who do you worship?” he asks. “The moon goddess or the vampire god?”
A muscle ticks in Brian’s jaw. “Neither.”
Silence crashes over the room like a tidal wave. I hear a sharp intake of breath, then another. I glance around and see shocked faces, wide eyes. Even Micah looks like he’s been punched in the gut.
Neither?
I understand their shock and surprise. it’s almost blasphemy to be a werewolf, even half wolf, and not worship the goddess.
“While I was with my kind, we worshiped the one that created us” Brian says, his voice low and firm. “And that was neither the moon goddess or the vampire god.”
My stomach twists. Of course, they worship her. Xena is their creator, the one who made them what they are. I no longer believe in the moon goddess, but still, hearing that they worship Xena feels all kinds of wrong.
A howl echoes through the night, shattering the tense silence. The full moon has risen.
Alec rises to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the room. “Everyone outside,” he commands, his voice hard and authoritative. “Wait for me.”
I stand, my heart pounding, but just as I start to move, I spot a lone figure hovering near the entrance. Piper.
Her eyes are wide, her hands wringing nervously as she shifts from foot to foot. She looks... miserable. Desperate.
Without thinking, I change direction.
“Sadie,” Alec calls, his brows knitting together. But I don’t answer.
Piper’s eyes widen as I approach, her lips parting. “Sadie?”
I study her, taking in the flushed cheeks, the way she trembles. She’s suffering. The heat is tearing her apart, and her mate is locked up in the dungeons. Despite everything that has happened between us, I still feel for her. I know it's hard, because I am experiencing it myself, so my heart is going to her.
I take a deep breath and say what I wanted to say before I changed mind. “I’m letting Calvin out. Just this once.”
Piper gasps, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh my god, Sadie, thank you!”
She is practically jumping up and down like a little kid who’s been told they get to spend a day int the toy store.
“But,” I warn, voice hardening, “If he tries to run, I will kill him.”
Piper nods, her face a mask of relief and joy. “I swear. He won’t. Thank you. Thank you.”
Her happiness is palpable. I haven’t seen her this happy in a long time. Something eases inside me in a way that brings me a sort of peace.
I turn to leave, and Alec is there, his eyes burning as he watches me. Before I can speak, he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice thick, husky, and that sends delicious shivers down my spine.
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block him out, trying to will my body to stop reacting, but it’s useless. My skin tingles, every inch of me acutely aware of his presence. I take a slow, shaky breath, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging inside me. The full moon is like an hour away, and everything feels sharper, more intense—his scent, the heat coursing through me, the primal need clawing at my insides.
When I open my eyes, Alec is moving through the room, his dark gaze scanning the pack as he strides forward with that easy, commanding confidence that comes so naturally to him. His shirt clings to his shoulders, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tan forearms, the veins running beneath his skin taut and pronounced.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.
He reaches my table and lowers himself into the chair beside me. And just like that, the rest of the room ceases to exist.
All I can see is him.
All I can feel is him.
His scent is so strong it’s like he’s wrapped around me, surrounding me, holding me. My muscles tighten, and my fingers dig into the table, trying to keep myself from reaching out, from touching him.
I drag in a shallow breath, but it’s like inhaling fire. The heat inside me flares, scorching me from the inside out. My thighs press together, and it’s a monumental effort not to lean closer, not to close the gap between us.
Alec’s arm brushes against mine, just the barest contact, but it’s enough to send a shockwave through me. I bite down hard on my bottom lip, willing myself to stay still, to stay in control. To not give in to my sexual desire.
But then he speaks, and the low rumble of his voice hits me right in the chest, vibrating through my skin.
“Sadie?”
I blink, realizing he’s been talking, and I missed every single word.
He’s staring at me now, one brow arched, a small, knowing smile curving his lips. The look in his eyes is dark, almost hungry, as if he can sense exactly what I’m feeling.
“What?” I manage, my voice coming out embarrassingly breathless.
Alec leans back slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I asked if you’re alright. This is your first heat cycle, and I was wondering how you are holding up”
Damn him and damn this. I’d forgotten that this is not his first rodeo when it comes to heat cycles. He had one with Lola if I remember correctly, and that, right now, makes me angry and bitter.
For a moment I feel like bashing his head in for not recognizing that Lola was a damn fake. Now here I was, when we should be experiencing this together for the first time instead it's one-nill.
“Sadie?” he calls again, this time, he puts his warm hand on mine. “How are you holding up?”
The moment his hand touches mine, I forget everything. My cheeks flush hot, and I press my lips together, my jaw tight.
I could lie. I could brush it off, pretend like I’m fine. But there’s no point. He can smell it. He can see it.
So instead, I sag back in my chair, letting out a long, frustrated breath.
“No, I’m not alright,” I say, the word coming out harsher than I intend. “All I want right now is to jump your bones.”
Alec blinks, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. For a moment, he just stares at me, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching, and I can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows.
Before he can respond, Brian slides into the seat across from us.
“Hey,” he says, his voice a bit too loud.
Micah and Jason follow close behind, each taking a seat around the table. Micah’s gaze flicks between Alec and me, his brows pulling together as if he’s piecing something together.
“So,” Brian says, leaning back and propping his elbows on the back of his chair. “Are we ready for tonight?”
Why does he look so calm? So, fucking cheerful? Is something wrong with him? That also pissed me of. I want to hit him just for being happy while I feel like I was drowning.
“I told you; the moon cycle will leave you a mess of emotions” Nyx reminds me, but I ignore her.
I force myself to focus on him, grateful for the distraction. Anything to keep me from sinking back into the vortex of Alec’s scent.
My eyes roam over Brian, taking him in. Despite the palpable tension in the room, he looks completely at ease. While every other unmated male in the pack looks like they’re on the verge of snapping, Brian is... calm. Almost too calm.
“Brian,” I say, tilting my head. “You don’t seem... affected.”
He raises a brow, glancing around. “By what?”
I gesture to the room, where several males are gripping the edges of the table so hard the wood is splintering beneath their fingers. “The full moon. The heat. You’re not feeling it?”
Brian shrugs. “Not as much as everyone else.”
Micah leans forward, his eyes narrowing. “How come?”
Brian chuckles. “It’s the vampire side. Keeps me steady. Vampires don’t have the same connection to the moon that wolves do, so...” He shrugs. “It balances things out.”
“So, hybrids don’t feel the full moon like we do?” I ask, genuinely curious.
Brian shakes his head. “Not as intensely. Even the wolves who were turned into hybrids feel it less. The vampire side tempers with the wolf which makes it easier to control and even out the score.”
“So you are saying, it’s easier for hybrids?” Jason asks
Brian nods. “Mostly. We do feel the pull of the full moon, but it’s... muted. Less intense.”
Micah snorts. “Lucky bastard.”
Brian chuckles. “Trust me, it has its downsides.”
“Like what?” Jason asks, leaning in.
Brian shrugs again, the casualness slipping away for just a second. “The aggression is double, having two dominant species inside me”
Yeah, that would make sense. Witches and warlocks usually just mind their business, but vampires and werewolves are different. We fight for almost everything. In a way, we are both animals at the base, so it’s normal for us to be really aggressive towards each other.
“Do you still need blood?” I ask, given that he is still a vampire after all.
“Yep,” Brian says, popping the ‘p.’ “Not as much as before, though. When I was a full-blooded vampire, I needed it every day. Now, every two or three days is enough.”
Alec asks, “What about mates?”
Brian’s brows knit together. “What about them?”
Jason gestures between Alec and me. “Like... do hybrids get mates? Or vampire brides? Or... do they just stick to their kind?”
Brian’s jaw tenses, and he looks away, his gaze fixed on a knot in the wooden table. “That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?”
Micah frowns. “You don’t know?”
Brian shakes his head, his lips pressing into a thin line. “None of us do. None of the hybrids have ever bonded with anyone—wolf or vamp. We’re... stuck in between. Not wolf enough to get a mate. Not vampire enough to get a bride, so that probably leaves being bonded to our own kind, but that has yet to happen.”
A heavy silence settles over the table, and for a moment, even the tension from the full moon seems to pale in comparison to the weight of Brian’s words.
Something inside me twists, an ache that has nothing to do with the heat coursing through my veins.
Brian’s eyes meet mine, and there’s a haunted look there, one that I recognize all too well. It’s the look of someone who’s longing for something they are not sure they’ll ever have. His first bride cheated on him, but it’s clear he wants another chance at love, only problem is that he isn’t sure that will ever happen.
“So...” Jason clears his throat. “Can you still... you know, have kids?”
Brian’s face darkens. “We don’t know that either. After all we are a mix, so we are not sure if we can a sire kids with either of the two species. Being hybrid has probably messed our bodies, so we are not sure if that’s still possible.”
I nod my head, my thoughts on his answer. I mean, even if he sleeps with a wolf, what will the baby be? Or if it’s a vampire, what will the baby turn out to be? Biologically speaking it seems impossible for a hybrid to mate with either a werewolf or vampire, but hey, we now have hybrids something that was thought to be impossible, so I guess anything is possible, right?
Alec shifts beside me, tension radiating off him in waves. “Who do you worship?” he asks. “The moon goddess or the vampire god?”
A muscle ticks in Brian’s jaw. “Neither.”
Silence crashes over the room like a tidal wave. I hear a sharp intake of breath, then another. I glance around and see shocked faces, wide eyes. Even Micah looks like he’s been punched in the gut.
Neither?
I understand their shock and surprise. it’s almost blasphemy to be a werewolf, even half wolf, and not worship the goddess.
“While I was with my kind, we worshiped the one that created us” Brian says, his voice low and firm. “And that was neither the moon goddess or the vampire god.”
My stomach twists. Of course, they worship her. Xena is their creator, the one who made them what they are. I no longer believe in the moon goddess, but still, hearing that they worship Xena feels all kinds of wrong.
A howl echoes through the night, shattering the tense silence. The full moon has risen.
Alec rises to his feet, his gaze sweeping over the room. “Everyone outside,” he commands, his voice hard and authoritative. “Wait for me.”
I stand, my heart pounding, but just as I start to move, I spot a lone figure hovering near the entrance. Piper.
Her eyes are wide, her hands wringing nervously as she shifts from foot to foot. She looks... miserable. Desperate.
Without thinking, I change direction.
“Sadie,” Alec calls, his brows knitting together. But I don’t answer.
Piper’s eyes widen as I approach, her lips parting. “Sadie?”
I study her, taking in the flushed cheeks, the way she trembles. She’s suffering. The heat is tearing her apart, and her mate is locked up in the dungeons. Despite everything that has happened between us, I still feel for her. I know it's hard, because I am experiencing it myself, so my heart is going to her.
I take a deep breath and say what I wanted to say before I changed mind. “I’m letting Calvin out. Just this once.”
Piper gasps, tears springing to her eyes. “Oh my god, Sadie, thank you!”
She is practically jumping up and down like a little kid who’s been told they get to spend a day int the toy store.
“But,” I warn, voice hardening, “If he tries to run, I will kill him.”
Piper nods, her face a mask of relief and joy. “I swear. He won’t. Thank you. Thank you.”
Her happiness is palpable. I haven’t seen her this happy in a long time. Something eases inside me in a way that brings me a sort of peace.
I turn to leave, and Alec is there, his eyes burning as he watches me. Before I can speak, he leans in, his breath hot against my ear.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice thick, husky, and that sends delicious shivers down my spine.
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