Chapter 67 67
LOIS
When I told Ezequiel that Aidan was a vampire and that he was my mate, his reaction was immediate and violent. He threw me out of the cave with so much force that my body skidded across the ground, leaving him inside with Aidan.
He was going to attack him. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t allow them to hurt each other.
I knew Ezequiel was exhausted—wounded, distressed over Emmanuel, terrified that his father might still be tracking us. But deep down, I also knew that last part was unlikely. Ezequiel was convinced his father only needed Emmanuel. And now that he had him… the rest of us no longer mattered.
Not even Emmanuel truly mattered to him.
I pushed myself up and ran back toward the cave the moment my feet steadied.
Ever since I drank from Aidan—since I tasted his blood—I felt different. Still myself… but different. And when he drank from me, I felt the exact moment our bodies and minds connected. Aidan seemed affected in his own way, maybe because he wasn’t a wolf. Maybe because he was a vampire.
I know how strange all of this is: Emmanuel, now Ezequiel…
I welcomed Ezequiel with more calm, more certainty—perhaps because it was the second time, or because Aidan’s blood helped. All I know is that many things shifted inside me when his blood touched my tongue, when he drank from me. I can’t explain it, but I feel the changes.
When I entered the cave, I collapsed to my knees, a crushing pressure filling my chest and a sharp pain running down my spine. I looked to my right, where the sounds of struggle echoed between Ezequiel and Aidan.
It was Ezequiel on the ground—Aidan pinning him by the back. Exactly where it hurt on me. The bond grew stronger as I got closer, and the pain almost silenced me.
“Let him go!” I screamed at Aidan.
He released him immediately—but then Ezequiel lunged.
Aidan’s body slammed into the cave wall with a force that shook the ground, but he recovered too quickly for my eyes to follow.
I saw him grab Ezequiel by the neck from behind—and then sink his fangs into him.
Aidan’s eyes locked on mine while he drank from Ezequiel.
It lasted only a second—something quick and vicious—but to me, it was eternal. And the sight jolted through my entire body, not in fear… but the opposite.
Aidan staring at me while sucking Ezequiel’s blood was something dangerously arousing. That exact moment when Ezequiel let out a pained sound and Aidan’s eyes held mine.
My nipples hardened.
When I blinked, Ezequiel had already thrown him to the ground and was climbing on top of him, punching him wildly.
“Filthy vampire! You bit me! You bit me!” he shouted as he struck him, blood running down his neck.
“Stop! Stop!” I yelled, putting all my strength into my voice, forcing them both to freeze.
Ezequiel halted instantly, his chest rising and falling with fury. His eyes—full of rage and confusion—turned to me.
“Lois, what is happening?” he asked, his voice shaking.
When Ezequiel asked me what was happening, I didn’t know what to tell him. I only knew that Aidan was my mate—just as Emmanuel and Ezequiel were. I felt it, the same way I felt both of them inside my mind in the middle of all this chaos.
But Emmanuel’s connection was fading, weakening by the second—and the fear of that twisted inside me—yet these two wouldn’t even let me breathe or think.