Fighting the Call of the Wolf(11)

Whether Kyle wanted it or not, whether he thought Aelius really wanted it or not, they were mated now, and if Aelius changed his mind about that, which Kyle feared was just a matter of time, then the only thing that could be done about it was to wait for the scar to fade, and then hope that the connection could be broken.

Kyle wasn’t able to break away from his need for the other man even before Aelius had given him the mating bite. How the hell was he going to get over the heartbreak when Aelius decided once and for all that being with a man just wasn’t for him? Aelius wasn’t one of those guys who was scared of gay people, but he was still clearly trying to get a definition on his own sexuality, and the fact that he was labelling himself as bisexual was enough to worry Kyle that he was still having second thoughts.

But this damn lust was driving him insane. Kyle had even overheard some of the alphas complaining about the scent that Kyle had started to give off after another few days without sex had gone by.

“I thought bringing Aelius here was supposed to help with Kyle’s heat?” Aeducan asked.

Damn. That man was happily mated. If he was noticing the smell, then it had to be strong.

“They’re still working it out. You can’t rush something like that,” Stan said.

He wasn’t mated, but despite his words, even his voice sounded strained, as if he wanted nothing more than to find someone to rut with as soon as possible.

Kyle had been about to head over to the kitchen and grab a snack, but hearing that stole away his appetite. He rubbed his belly on his way back to his room. “We’ll get something to eat after everyone’s gone,” he said, hoping the pup inside of him wouldn’t be too impatient for his next meal.

He’d just gotten to the hallway that was leading up to his room when a sound from behind him caught his attention, and he spun around.

There was a man standing there. Someone wearing a red hood and cloak. There were strange brown leather gloves on his hands, and the sight of the daggers on his hip, and the crossbow on his back, had Kyle’s entire body frozen, as though the terror he felt encased his every limb in a cube of ice.

Kyle couldn’t move. His mouth gaped, and little squeaks came out, but there was nothing that he could say because he was under a spell of some kind.

The terrified coward spell, and when the man in red stepped closer to him, allowing Kyle to better see the dark leather mask, something that was in the shape of an old hockey mask, that was when he realized this wasn’t a joke. One of the guys wasn’t playing a trick on him, and whoever this person was, he was walking toward Kyle with a fucking huge dagger in his hand.

Kyle had to run. He had to run! He had to run!

He got control of his legs and spun around, but only half a scream left his mouth before he was stopped. It was like he’d run into a brick wall or something, and there was a hand on his mouth.

He couldn’t see the face behind the black mask, and this guy had black leather gloves. His entire body was covered from head to toe.

It was the type of uniform that vampires wore whenever they wanted to go out in the daylight, and Kyle’s heart fucking stopped.

Vampires. Vampires were in the house. They were in the house, and now he was going to die.

“Bring him into the room we came in from,” said the man in the red cloak. There was no way he could be a vampire, because his mask didn’t have that mesh shit on it that would protect his eyes. Kyle could see those perfectly, along with the pale skin around them. He was either a very talented human, or something else.

The vampire that was holding onto him whispered into his ear, just as his hand slid down to touch the swell of Kyle’s belly, where his pup was sleeping. “Don’t worry, omega, I’ll make your kill a quick one.”





Chapter Seven




Kyle thought he was going to pass out from how fast his heart was beating, and he struggled as hard as he could—tried to, anyway, as he was being dragged into one of the spare bedrooms. The vampire had such a strong grip on his arms and mouth, however, that there was nothing he could do, and his screams didn’t make it beyond the vampire’s hand.

Inside, the window was smashed, glass on the floor. So this was how they’d gotten in. Not that it mattered since the vampire now just had one hand over Kyle’s mouth, and with the other he pulled out a mean and nasty-looking dagger.

Kyle’s eyes widened on the thing, and he shut them and screamed as loud as he could beneath the vampire’s palm.

Something stopped the dagger from coming down on his heart.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the vampire asked.

It was the man in red. He was holding onto the vamp’s wrist and staring hard at the vampire. “We’re not here to kill a pregnant omega.”