The Alpha's Desire Series Book 3 by Black Barbie

In the world of Alphas, power is law and mates are claimed, not chosen.

One reckless night binds her to a pack ruled by violence and secrets. Marked by an Alpha who thrives on control, desired by others who refuse to let fate decide for them, she becomes the spark that ignites old rivalries and new wars.

Each Alpha wants something different.

Protection. Possession. Revenge.

None of them are willing to lose.

As the mate bond tightens and blood is spilled in her name, she learns the truth love is not the danger. Power is.

Because in a world where Alphas never share, the greatest sin is wanting more than one… and surviving it.

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Prologue

Her brows drew together the moment she heard the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps closing in. Unease prickled along her spine. She had barely pushed herself upright when the door flew open with a violent force, and her breath hitched lodging somewhere in her throat at the sight of him.

His eyes burned.

Gold swirled within them like a storm barely contained, blazing with a fury that made her pulse stutter erratically.

He was livid.

Without a word, he slammed the door shut behind him and locked it with a sharp, echoing click. The sound alone made her flinch.

“I told you not to get involved in this.”

His voice was eerily calm, but beneath that quiet tone lay something far darker raw, seething malice that made her heart pound painfully against her ribs.

“W-what?” she stammered, confusion lacing her trembling voice.

Gérard moved toward her slowly, like a predator closing in on prey. Instinctively, she stepped back, but it only took a second before she was trapped his towering frame looming over her, his presence suffocating. Her back hit the wall.

Her eyes widened.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of it?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous, each word pressing down on her chest until it hurt to breathe.

“I… I didn’t do anything,” she whispered, her gaze dropping as fear coiled tightly in her stomach.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him not at those dark, merciless eyes filled with anger and resentment.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips when his rough, calloused hand seized her chin. He forced her face up, leaving her no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Don’t you fucking dare look away when I’m talking to you,” he growled, his grip tightening as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her cheeks, sure to leave marks behind.

Her breath faltered.

For a fleeting second, their eyes met before she squeezed hers shut, unable to withstand the intensity. Her small hands came up instinctively, wrapping around his wrist in a futile attempt to pry him off.

It only made things worse.

A low, dangerous sound rumbled from his chest as his other hand tangled into her hair, fisting her silky strands before yanking sharply. Pain shot through her scalp, forcing her eyes open as a broken whimper escaped her.

“I—I’m… l-looking… p-please…” she choked out, her voice fragile and uneven.

Tears spilled freely now, thick and uncontrollable, cascading down her cheeks as she stared up at him with wide, glassy eyes.

For a moment, he faltered.

Just a moment.

The sight of her tears caused something in his expression to shift his grip loosening ever so slightly, enough to ease the pressure.

His gaze dropped.

Down to her lips.

Soft, flushed, and trembling beneath the bruising hold he had on her.

No matter how much he tried to deny it no matter how hard he fought it those sparks were still there. Alive. Electric. Waiting.

Even now, with the barest contact, he could feel them hum beneath his skin.

“Stop crying,” he snapped, his voice rough.

She hurriedly wiped at her tears, desperate to obey, but it was useless. Fresh ones replaced them almost immediately, blurring her vision.

His eyes darkened further.

A soft, frightened sound slipped from her lips. “I… I’m trying,” she murmured weakly.

He exhaled sharply, frustration etched into every line of his face.

“Fuck this.”

The words came out like a final verdict.

His hand dropped from her jaw, only for his arm to coil tightly around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her feet barely touched the ground as he lifted her slightly, stealing the air from her lungs.

Her gasp never fully formed.

Tilting her face upward, he crashed his lips against hers in a fierce, consuming kiss.

Like a man starved.

Like he’d been holding himself back for far too long and finally snapped.

He had been aching for it.

Dying to taste those lips.

Chapter 1

Her throat went dry in an instant, as though something solid had lodged itself there. Breathing became difficult shallow, uneven as panic tightened around her chest.

“I came here to attack,” Gérard said calmly, “but after finding her… I changed my mind.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

The shift in him the contrast was terrifying.

How could he sound so composed… so almost indifferent… after everything he had just said to her?

Why was he acting like this?

“I’d like to take my mate back with me to my pack,” he continued, his tone steady.

Her stomach dropped violently.

This had to be an act.

“No fuck no!” Dominique snapped, shoving past Damien as he stepped directly in front of Gérard, his glare sharp enough to cut.

“My sister will reject you,” he growled, voice dripping with menace. “And you’ll get the hell out of here.”

Gérard didn’t react.

Didn’t flinch.

His calmness only made her fear deepen.

“I’ll be taking my mate with me,” he repeated, unwavering.

Each word landed like a weight against her chest.

This man…

He wasn’t normal.

He was something else entirely.

A devil wrapped in control and quiet violence.

Fernando remained silent, watching with narrowed eyes, his expression unreadable.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Alexandre hissed, stepping forward, fury evident in every line of his body.

Gérard’s gaze shifted to him, assessing, calculating.

Yes… this one had to be the Beta.

Alexandre.

He had done his research.

“You don’t get to decide for her,” Gérard said, his voice tightening slightly.

And just like that

All eyes turned to her.

Charlotte stiffened under the weight of their stares, her heart hammering loudly in her ears as she lowered her gaze.

“Reject him, Charlotte,” Alexandre urged.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip.

Suddenly, Gérard surged forward, grabbing Alexandre by the collar in a silent warning. Alexandre reacted instantly, gripping him just as roughly as they locked eyes in a vicious standoff.

“I…” Her voice trembled. “I w-will go with him.”

The room froze.

Damien’s eyes widened in shock as he stepped toward her, gently but firmly pulling her aside by the elbow.

“I’ll kill him,” Damien said lowly, his voice deadly calm, “if you’re saying this because he threatened you.”

She shook her head quickly, tears spilling over.

“H-he said… he’d kill all of you… if I refused,” she whispered, her voice small and broken. “A-and then… he’d still take me with him.”

Silence.

Heavy. Suffocating.

Then it snapped.

Damien turned, his wolf flashing in his eyes as fury surged through him. The others had heard her too.

Every single word.

Alexandre lunged, ready to land a blow but Gérard caught his fist mid-air with ease, his grip crushing as his eyes flared with streaks of gold.

His wolf was surfacing.

With a sharp shove, he pushed Alexandre back.

“I’ll kill you,” Dominique snarled, stepping forward, ready to attack

“She is my mate,” Gérard cut in coldly. “I’ll take her with me.”

“Over my dead body,” Dominique growled, claws extending.

“Leave, Charlotte,” Damien said, his voice suddenly calm, though his glare remained locked on Gérard.

Her legs felt like stone.

Heavy.

Unmoving.

But she forced herself to take a step.

Then another.

She was almost at the door when his voice stopped her cold.

“I’ll reject her.”

Her breath caught.

She didn’t turn.

Didn’t dare to.

The calmness in his voice unsettled her more than any threat.

“But she’ll die.”

The words were quiet.

Measured.

And far more terrifying than anything else he had said.

Fernando’s jaw clenched tightly.

Because he knew.

Gérard wasn’t lying.

“She’s a hybrid,” Gérard continued, as if stating a simple fact. “My wolf can’t sense hers. Her body won’t survive the pain of rejection.”

Charlotte went completely still.

Frozen.

She had never told them.

Never told her family that she couldn’t feel her wolf.

Cécile had always reassured her it would come when she turned eighteen.

But it never did.

And now

Now he had exposed it so easily.

So effortlessly.

And worse…

He was right.

If he rejected her, she would die.

Slowly.

Painfully.

Her chest tightened but strangely, there was no resistance in her mind.

If her death meant her family lived…

Then so be it.

“I’ll… go with him,” she whispered.

Because now they knew.

And they would never let her die.

She couldn’t bear the thought of them begging pleading with this monster for her life.

She wouldn’t put them through that.

She had to be strong.

Even now.

“I don’t want you to die,” Damien said, his voice tight, desperate beneath its control.

Fernando’s fists clenched at his sides.

“No,” Damien added, shaking his head. “We’ll find another way.”

“There is no other way,” Gérard replied coolly.

Dominique’s jaw tightened, rage simmering beneath the surface.

Then

“We can make a deal.”

Gérard’s voice cut through the tension, calm and composed.

Too calm.

Too in control.

And while he stood there like nothing could touch him

Damien, Dominique, Alexandre, and Fernando felt it.

That crushing weight in their chests.

Because the most precious piece of their lives

Their Charlotte

Was now at the mercy of that bastard.

And the terrifying truth was…

It couldn’t get worse than this.

Or so they thought.

He released her abruptly, the force of it sending her stumbling backward. Air rushed into her lungs in uneven gasps as she struggled to steady herself, her chest rising and falling too fast.

Her heart pounded violently so hard it felt like it might shatter her ribs from the inside.

She hit the door, her back pressing against it as her trembling hand shot out to grip the doorknob. Her head lowered, her gaze fixed on the floor, too afraid to look up.

Too afraid to meet his eyes.

Even without looking, she could feel it his stare, heavy and piercing, as if it could bore straight through her.

This… this couldn’t be real.

Every inch of her body trembled.

He would kill her pack.

But… what if he was lying?

Then why would he come here alone?

No.

He wasn’t lying.

He had come here to attack them.

Her thoughts spiraled, colliding into one another.

If she told her brothers, they would confront him immediately. He was alone and she had her brothers, her father, Alexandre…

There was no way he could defeat all of them.

But what if

What if he managed to kill someone?

A cold shiver crawled down her spine as the memory of Gabrielle’s death resurfaced. The loss had nearly broken them. They had barely survived it.

Could she live with herself if it happened again?

If something happened to Damien… what would she say to Jacqueline?

Would she ever forgive herself?

And what about the others the innocent members of her pack?

Would they die simply because she refused to go with her mate?

Her chest tightened painfully.

She knew what awaited her if she left with him. Her life would be destroyed the moment she stepped out of the safety of her pack.

But could she really choose her own safety… over the lives of so many?

No.

She couldn’t be that selfish.

But she couldn’t afford to be foolish either.

“I… I need t-time to think,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her gaze still fixed downward.

She needed a plan.

She would tell Damien to send warriors to the border to confirm whether Gérard had lied or not. If there were no men waiting…

Then they could capture him.

He was strong, yes but he was still only one man. Against skilled warriors, against two Alphas and a Beta…

They could take him down.

They had to.

And once he was restrained

She would reject him.

Let her brothers decide his fate.

That way, no one would have to die.

At least… hopefully.

But the thought still twisted painfully inside her.

Planning something like this… against her own mate.

It hurt more than she wanted to admit.

Yet he was their enemy.

A man ready to slaughter her people.

She wouldn’t let that happen.

Not at any cost.

“You’ve got one damn minute,” he bit out.

Her head snapped up, her wide eyes colliding with his dark, unforgiving gaze.

What?

“N-no,” she stammered quickly, her grip tightening around the doorknob.

“I… I need m-more time,” she added, her voice unsteady.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied her. The intensity of it made her stomach churn, and once again, her gaze dropped.

She was terrified.

“Forty seconds,” he said flatly.

Panic surged through her.

This wasn’t how she had imagined it. She needed time, time to think, to figure something out before everything spiraled beyond control.

Her eyes flickered around the room, searching anything that could serve as a weapon.

If she could hurt him… even a little

It might give them the advantage they needed.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Her body went rigid as he took a slow, deliberate step toward her.

Then another.

He crossed his muscular arms over his chest, towering over her as he stared down with cold authority. Her throat went dry as she took in the sheer size of him.

She wouldn’t even get close.

He would kill her before she could so much as touch him.

“Time’s up,” he said, his voice hard.

Her heart dropped.

He closed the distance between them in two strides, invading her space completely, looming over her like something dark and merciless.

“What’s your decision?” he demanded coldly.

At that exact moment, the doorknob twisted in her hand.

Before she could react, his grip clamped around her arm, yanking her away from the door just as it burst open.

“You bastard!”

Dominique stormed in, fury blazing in his eyes.

Charlotte winced slightly, rubbing her arm where Gérard had gripped her too tightly. Her gaze lifted, taking in the sight of them all her brothers, her father, Alexandre filing into the room, each one radiating anger.

Gérard’s eyes slid toward Dominique, narrowing coldly.

Dominique took a step forward, ready to lunge

But Damien moved quickly, stepping between them.

“You said you came alone,” Damien said, his voice laced with quiet menace. “So why are your men at our borders?”

Charlotte’s breath caught.

Her stomach dropped.

He wasn’t bluffing.

Charlotte said nothing.

A part of her wanted to be alone to curl into herself and shut the world out but she knew, deep down, that nothing would steady her the way her mother’s arms could.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, she pushed herself up. Her limbs felt heavy, her body drained as she made her way to the door and opened it.

Sofía didn’t hesitate.

She opened her arms, and Charlotte fell into them, clinging tightly as soft sobs shook her frame.

Sofía held her close, one hand gently stroking her back, her touch warm and soothing. It broke her heart to see her daughter like this to watch what should have been the happiest moment of her life twist into something so cruel.

“M-Mom… why?” Charlotte’s voice cracked against her shoulder. “W-why… out of everyone… why does it have to be him?”

Tears welled in Sofía’s eyes, but she held her daughter tighter.

“It’s alright, Charlotte,” she murmured softly. “You’re strong. My strong girl.”

From the doorway, Eugénie and Jacq watched in silence.

Eugénie’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her chest tight with sympathy. But Jacq…

Jacq burned.

Rage simmered beneath her skin, fierce and unrelenting. If given the chance, she would tear Charlotte’s mate apart with her bare hands.

—

Meanwhile, Fernando stepped into the study where Alpha Gérard sat comfortably on the sofa, as if he didn’t stand in enemy territory.

Alexandre and Dominique flanked the door, arms crossed, their expressions carved from stone. Damien occupied the head chair, his posture rigid.

Fernando moved with quiet authority, taking the seat opposite Gérard.

He studied the man carefully the man who was not only a threat to his pack, but the fated mate of his daughter.

His daughters deserved strength.

But he had never imagined that Charlotte’s mate would be the strongest of them all.

And their greatest enemy.

“What was your intention in crossing our border?” Fernando asked evenly.

Gérard’s gaze settled on him, unreadable.

He had heard of Alpha Fernando of the Ancient Blood pack and of his twin sons. The undefeated Alphas.

“I was surveying,” Gérard replied flatly. “Preparing for war.”

Dominique’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly.

“Where’s that bastard Henri?” he snapped, his voice cold with fury. “You’re hiding him, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know,” Gérard answered, his tone deep and unbothered.

“Henri is power-hungry, that much we know,” Damien said, his voice controlled but sharp. “But why align yourself with him?”

Gérard’s eyes flicked to him, emotionless.

“That’s none of your concern.”

“You should leave while you still can,” Alexandre growled, his patience snapping. “Before we decide to kill you.”

Gérard leaned back into the sofa, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate ease.

There wasn’t a trace of fear in him.

Fernando watched him closely.

He was reminded, uncomfortably, of Dominique.

Fearless to a fault.

“I want to speak with the girl,” Gérard said calmly.

“No!” Damien, Dominique, and Alexandre snarled in unison.

But Fernando didn’t react immediately.

Instead, he observed Gérard with a sharp, discerning gaze.

“Are you planning to reject her?” he asked.

For the first time, something flickered in Gérard’s onyx eyes a glint of gold beneath the surface. Subtle, but there.

“Let me speak to her,” Gérard said again.

Dominique and Damien stepped forward, ready to oppose him but Fernando rose to his feet.

“Very well.”

Both sons turned to him in shock.

“Dad” Damien started, but Fernando cut him off.

“He intends to reject her,” Fernando said calmly, his eyes still fixed on Gérard. “Let him.”

What none of them realized was that Fernando saw more than they did.

Much more.

Damien and Dominique exchanged a look before leaving to fetch Charlotte. Alexandre stayed behind, fists clenched at his sides, his glare locked on Gérard with unrestrained hostility.

—

“Charlotte… he wants to speak with you,” Damien said gently.

She blinked up at him, hastily wiping her tears.

She didn’t want to face him.

But she already knew how this would end.

Rejection.

Better to endure it now quickly so he could leave their territory, and her life, for good.

With trembling hands, she brushed away the last of her tears and followed Damien. By the time they reached the study, she had straightened her posture, forcing strength into her spine.

Damien opened the door for her.

Fernando and Alexandre had already stepped out.

“We’ll be right here,” Damien murmured. “If he tries anything, just call my name.”

She nodded.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she stepped inside.

The door shut behind her.

He stood in the center of the room, his back to her.

She fidgeted with her fingers, her silence thick with tension.

Slowly, he turned.

The moment his gaze fell on her, a shiver ran down her spine.

“Are you willing to come to my pack?” he asked, his tone cold, devoid of warmth.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip as she shook her head.

No.

Never.

He was her enemy. Ruthless. Dangerous. A man she wanted nothing to do with.

“I’m not rejecting you,” he continued, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade. “If that’s what you’re expecting.”

Her heart stuttered violently.

She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet his gaze but inside, everything twisted with anxiety.

“I—I… d-don’t w-want”

“Think carefully before you reject me.”

His voice hardened, laced with menace.

She flinched.

Her eyes burned, but she refused to let the tears fall. Not in front of him.

“Your brothers think I’ll reject you,” he went on, almost amused. “How foolish.”

You arrogant, rotten idiot.

The insult screamed in her mind, but she swallowed it down.

“T-they’re not… s-stupid,” she stammered.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she forced the words out.

“I, C-Charlotte Ruiz of the A-Ancient Blood pack, re”

A large hand clamped over her mouth, cutting her off instantly.

Her eyes flew wide.

His hand engulfed her face, covering more than half of it.

When had he moved so close?

Sparks exploded at the contact wild, uncontrollable.

She struggled against him, trying to pry his hand away, but his other hand slid to the nape of her neck, gripping firmly as he dragged her closer.

Fear flooded her system.

“Listen carefully,” he said, his voice low and lethal. “You’re coming with me to my pack.”

Her breath hitched beneath his palm.

“And if you refuse…” His lips curled slightly. “I’ll kill every single person in this pack.”

Her heart stopped.

“My men are stationed just beyond your borders,” he continued calmly. “Waiting for my command. I came here to attack but then you showed up and ruined that plan.”

He leaned closer, forcing her head back until she was looking up at him, her face tilted toward the ceiling. Tears streamed freely from her eyes now, thick with horror.

He loomed over her like a merciless beast.

“You have two choices,” he murmured, almost amused.

His gaze locked onto hers, unyielding.

“Come with your mate willingly…”

His grip tightened slightly.

“Or reject me and watch me slaughter your entire pack. It will be a massacre.”

Her chest constricted painfully, her pulse erratic.

“And after that…” he added coldly, “I’ll take you with me anyway.”

The world seemed to stop.

And in that moment

So did her heart.

She drew in a sharp breath.

Her eyes flew open, wide and startled, and before she could even steady herself, she was already running darting into the woods, clutching her dress in tight fists to keep from tripping. Beneath the shimmering glow of the moon, she looked like something out of a dream… a runaway princess chasing something unseen.

She hadn’t expected it to happen like this.

She hadn’t expected to find her mate so soon.

Charlotte followed the scent, her pulse racing wildly as it pulled her deeper into the forest. Somewhere behind her, she could hear Alexandre calling her name, his voice fading as distance swallowed it.

But she couldn’t stop.

She had to reach it.

The scent wrapped around her senses, intoxicating, commanding like it had taken hold of her very soul. Even if she tried to fight it, her body refused to obey. Every instinct in her screamed for her to keep going.

And so she did.

She didn’t even realize how far she had run until the trees began to thin, opening into a small clearing near the border.

Her steps slowed.

Her eyes widened.

Standing there, with his back turned to her, was a man broad, towering, his shoulders massive beneath the faint light. He exuded power… the kind that made the air feel heavier.

Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, each beat echoing as adrenaline surged through her veins.

She was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, yet her feet carried her forward anyway drawn, helpless until she came to a stop just as the man began to turn.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Her breath caught.

Those eyes

Dark. Endless. The deepest shade of onyx she had ever seen.

He was huge easily over six feet, his presence overwhelming. A fur coat draped over his frame, adding to the raw, untamed aura surrounding him. And then she saw it

A dragon’s head inked along his thick neck.

Her stomach dropped.

Yet despite the fear curling inside her, something else stirred something electric. A shiver raced across her skin, igniting every nerve.

“Mate…”

The word slipped from her lips in the faintest whisper.

But he heard it.

And worse he felt it.

His head tilted slightly, the movement subtle but laced with intimidation. For a brief second, his gaze brushed over her… before shifting past her entirely, landing on the figures that had just arrived behind her.

“Alpha Gérard.”

Dominique’s voice cut through the silence with a mocking snicker.

Charlotte froze.

Completely.

It felt as though her heart had simply… stopped.

No.

That wasn’t possible.

She had to be mistaken.

She had to be hearing things.

Before she could process anything further, Damien’s hand gripped her arm, pulling her back until she was shielded behind him. In an instant, both of her brothers Dominique and Damien stood in front of her like an unbreakable wall.

“Are you okay?” Damien asked, his voice low.

But she couldn’t answer.

She couldn’t speak.

Her stunned gaze drifted back to the man no, to her mate and the moment their eyes met again, her heart faltered. The lethal intensity in his gaze sent a tremor through her body, forcing her to take a shaky step back.

“What are you doing on our territory?” Dominique barked, his voice sharp with fury.

That finally pulled the man’s attention away from her.

“To kill,” Gérard replied with a dark, chilling smirk.

Charlotte flinched.

All three of her brothers Damien, Dominique, and Alexandre tensed instantly, their hostility thick in the air as they faced the infamous Alpha Gérard of the North.

And he stood there alone.

Had he lost his mind?

“Leave. Or we’ll kill you,” Alexandre threatened, his voice dripping with menace.

Gérard’s lips curled faintly. “Try.”

Charlotte’s vision blurred as tears gathered in her eyes.

This… this was her mate?

The one chosen for her by the Moon Goddess?

Their enemy?

Why would the Moon Goddess do this to her?

“Why are you here, Alpha Gérard?” Damien asked, his tone measured, controlled.

He was trying—trying to resolve this without bloodshed. Because if a fight broke out… the consequences would be catastrophic.

Both Damien and Dominique stood rigid, bodies coiled with tension. They had heard her. They had heard her call him mate.

And yet

He had said nothing.

Was he going to reject her?

Because she was the sister of his enemies?

Alexandre, on the other hand, burned with rage. The urge to tear Gérard apart, limb from limb, consumed him. As far as he was concerned, Charlotte would never choose that man over her own family.

“I will not harm a soul while I stand on this territory,” Gérard said calmly.

Damien exhaled slowly, his claws retracting as he straightened slightly, though the tension hadn’t fully left him.

Dominique and Alexandre remained on edge.

“Then what do you want?” Damien asked.

“To talk.”

Dominique’s patience snapped, anger flashing across his face, but before he could speak, Damien reached out through their mind-link, silently ordering both him and Alexandre to stand down.

Then, over his shoulder, he spoke quietly

“Go back to the mansion, Charlotte.”

A tear slipped down her cheek.

She took one last look at him at her mate before turning and running.

Running as though her heart wasn’t breaking with every step.

Because she already knew.

She would never see him again.

The pain in her chest deepened at the thought that he would reject her… but even if he didn’t

She would.

He was their enemy.

There was no future for them.

He was the man preparing for war against her pack. The man who would spill blood without hesitation. The man feared as the ruthless Alpha of the North.

By the time she reached the mansion, her vision was blurred with tears.

Her mother, Jacq, Eugénie, Cécile, and her father stood at the entrance but she didn’t stop. She didn’t say a word.

She ran straight to her room.

Slamming the door shut, she locked it quickly before pressing her back against it. Her strength gave out as she slowly slid down to the floor.

Her knees pulled tightly to her chest.

And then she broke.

Tears poured endlessly, like a dam that had finally shattered.

Was it too much to ask…

For a good mate?

A soft knock sounded at the door.

“Charlotte, sweetie… please open the door,” her mother’s gentle voice called from the other side.

Damien had already mind-linked their father.

They all knew.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5