~MARCUS' POV~
I gently lay Adam down on the bed. I can't resist kissing his unresisting lips. His face is flushed and his body
is still trembling from our coupling.
Reluctantly, I pull away from him. His body is like a drug to me, so inviting and addicting. I don't think that I
will ever be able to ever get enough of him.
I pull the covers up over him and he snuggles into him. He moans as he drifts into a deep exhausted sleep. I
think I was a little rough on him, but watching that young werewolf claim his bitch really got me hard, and I
had to do a little claiming of my own.
I stand and start to pull my clothes back on. I can sense the presence of the Chosen One getting closer. Our
followers had done well in capturing him. They would be rewarded.
I clap my hand and one of the guards instantly appears. "Yes, Master," he says bowing before me in respect
and fear.
"What is your name?" I ask gruffly.
"Shawn," the man whispers.
"Shawn, do you value your life?"
The man didn't know what to say, so he simply nodded thinking it was a trick question.
I chuckle. "I need you to watch and guard my mate. He does not leave this room. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," he says quickly, rising to his feet.
"Good," I growl. I lean down and place a kiss on top of Adam's head. "Sleep well my precious. You will need
your energy when you awaken, for I wish to make you scream my name many times tonight."
I stand and leave the room, glaring at the guard. He knows the consequence if he fails. He had better give his
life to protect what's mine.
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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
I'm not sure where I'm at. The men seem to driving in circles, maybe to be sure that we are not being
followed. The van is way to small for all the people inside of it, and I'm forced to sit on my huge captor's lap.
The large man is holding me so tightly that I can scarcely breathe. Worse, I can feel his huge erection
pressing up against me.
"Please let me go," I beg.
All the men laugh out loud.
"That's not an option, sweet thing," my captor whispers in my ear.
A tear rolls down my cheek as they pull off the main road onto a dirt one. I now feel completely surrounded
by evil and so utterly alone.
"Marcus is anxious to met you," my captor whispers into my ear, gently nibbling at it.
"No!" I whimper and try to pull away.
He chuckles. "Maybe Marcus will be in a generous mood and let me taste you before he sacrifices you to
Lucifer."
I can't control the shiver of fear that surges throughout my body. Lucifer? Sacrifice?
~ROB'S POV~
I've watched and waited for my mate to awaken since his claiming in front of all my pack and my dark
masters. I watch transfixed as his eyes slowly flutter open.
Once he realizes that it is me next to him, he tries to scoot away, but I hold him close. I growl as he continues
to struggle. The growl stills him. He doesn't know it yet, but he will be controlled by his animal instinct from
now on. I am his alpha male. He whimpers in fear and submission.
I gently stroke his hair. It will take him awhile to adjust to our way of life, but he will adjust. He has no choice,
he is my mate.
"Are you hungry?" I ask, smiling as I can sense his need for food.
He nods quickly.
"Come. Kane has prepared a delicious feast for you in the next room," I say, quickly standing and extending
my hand towards him.
He reluctantly places his hand in mine. I lead him to Page's room. I know Page will be pissed, but the newest
pup needs to feed.
~JEFF'S POV~
I want to resist him, but I can't. It's as if he has some kind of hold on me. I'm drawn to him. I knew that
growl, it was as if I knew that I had to submit. What's happening to me?
I'm so hungry. I don't think that I've ever been this famished before. I'm so hungry that I could
eat.....anything, as long as there was raw meat and blood involved. I craved the crimson substance.
I followed Rob, not caring if I was naked as he lead me into the hallway. The promise of food was too
compelling to resist.
He smiled as he opened the door for me.
What's that smell? It smells faintly familiar.
I enter the room, and I can't control the gasp as I look at Matt huddled in the corner of the room.
"Jeff," he whispers weakly.
I look at Rob questionably. There is no food in here. I clutch at my stomach. The hunger pains are getting
stronger.
I watch Rob walk over to Matt and pull him up by his hair. He practically drags Matt over to me, where he
forces Matt's head back, revealing the soft exposed throat of my brother.
"Dinner is served," Rob says coldly.
I watch horrified as a grin spreads across Rob's face and the realization of what I was began to sink into my
brain.
"NO!" I scream as the scent of my brother invaded my senses. He was the food.
I drop to the floor as my body started it's transformation.
~MATT'S POV~
I watch in horror as my younger brother changes into a creature that I can only describe as wolf looking.
Some type of lupine, only not any that I had ever seen.
The innocent eyes of my brother were gone, replaced by the cold, dead eyes of an unmerciful killer.
I'm his brother. He can't! He wouldn't!
I close my eyes as he lunges toward me.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I look down at the still lifeless body of the woman warrior. Such a senseless waste of life. I manage a smile
because I know she will be waiting for us on the other side.
"Hunter!" Rocky gasps as he tries to stand.
I catch and steady him. Our attackers had left us for dead. Didn't they know that you can't kill an angel that
easy?
"Think we gave Christian enough information?" Rocky asks.
"Yes," I reply simply as I wrap his arm around my neck as my hidden wings slowly spread. I lift him
upwards toward the sky. Our mission was complete. Whether it was successful depended on Christian. It was
up to him to save the world.
~MARCUS'S POV~
I watch as Bradshaw hauls the small, young, blonde-haired man from the van. I can smell Bradshaw's arousal
as he holds the struggling man. Interesting. Maybe I'll let Bradshaw have a little fun.
I hold back my chuckle and proceed to inspect this so-called Chosen One.
I tilt his chin and the man glares at me. This is the Chosen One? He's so young, innocent, and weak. How
could he destroy a powerful demon like me?
"So you are the Chosen One destined to destroy me?" I ask smiling.
I enjoy the scared whimper that escapes his throat.
I can sense the nervousness of my followers, but it is quickly fading as I toy with him.
"Doesn't look so tough to me," I continue, mocking him.
Bradshaw chuckles.
"What is your name?"
"Christian," the man whispers, trying to hold back his tears.
"Christian?" I ask in disbelief. God sure does have a sense of humor.
"Do you want him?" I ask Bradshaw.
Bradshaw licks his lips lustfully. "Yes, Master," he growls.
"Put him in the room that I have prepared for him and you can explore his delicious body there."
Bradshaw bows and grins as he tosses Christian across his broad shoulder.
Christian's eyes and mine lock for an instance, and for an instance I can see my own impending death. I turn
away quickly.
"Enjoy Bradshaw, for he is to be sacrificed at midnight," I growl.
~KANE'S POV~
The man endangers us with each breath that he takes. Why is Marcus waiting until midnight?
I grab my brother's arm.
"Kill him now," I hiss.
Marcus looks at me calmly. "I want him to suffer before he meets Lucifer."
"He will destroy us," I argue.
"Him? He's only a scared mortal. Maybe the prophecy was wrong."
"Marcus, you can't be fooled by his youth and physical strength," I argue.
"I have to prepare for his sacrifice," Marcus growls as he walks away.
~ADAM'S POV~
As my eyes open, I expect to see Marcus laying beside of me, but he's not. I roll over and the see the guard
watching me closely.
I have to escape. This is the first time since our first coupling that he has left me alone. I may not get another
chance.
"Hi," I whisper seductively to the guard.
I grin as I see his eyes widen as I stand and stretch before him. My naked body glistening in the light of the
room.
