Ares Pov
Three Months. It's been three months since Bella was taken away from us, and by Camilla no less. I always felt something was off with her, though I could never put my finger on it. Our dads called the pack she is from and were told they kicked out Camilla years ago for killing innocent humans as a sport. Our mom and Uncle Alverez have been searching for her in different worlds. They both say she is no longer on earth. My brothers and I even went to North Carolina to confront the Queen, King Damon's wife, but she claimed she knew nothing.
Just as we were leaving, we heard her whisper, "I hope the bitch is dead." Her head was separated from her body before she even had time to blink, thanks to Ash. Out of the three of us, he was taking her absence the worst. Adonis stayed to himself by being occupied with our new guests. Each time we feel her being violated, I just want to rip the head off whoever is nearby. I try to stay strong for all of us, but deep down, I just want to tear the whole universe apart.
Adonis Pov
I just felt the pain of the mother fucker fucking our mate, and I know my brothers felt it too. Each time this happens, I pay a visit to some guests we have.
Currently, I'm in the dungeons, torturing the vampires that were captured after the battle. It has become a bit of a hobby for me lately. They won't talk about who their master is, and I know he is the one behind it all. My dad's come down here from time to time to try to get me to leave, but that only fuels my anger more. They left me alone eventually, seeing that they now have two states of packs to run since we killed the North Carolina King and Queen. I was going to get answers one day. I know it. I know if I stop torturing these vamps, then I will lose it completely. My Lycan is furious without his mate, and he is out for blood.
I slip on my silver knuckles and make my way into another cell. Silver won't affect me, but it does affect regular wolves and regular vamps. The vamp is chained to a wall. You can hear the sizzle of its skin from the silver, but his body quickly heals it back up, making it the perfect way to keep him held.
"So, are you ready to talk today?" I asked him, sitting on a stool in front of him. He looks up at me with his red eyes and smiles.
"So be it." I growled and connected with his face multiple times until I was satisfied. By the time I finished, both of our clothes were covered in his blood. I can already see he is starting to heal from his wounds as I make my way to the next cell.
I switched my weapon to a silver dagger. The vamp in this cell is staring at me with his blood-red eyes filled with hate. I shove the dagger into his shoulder, and his hate expression turns into a painful one.
"What about you? You asked to talk," I asked, pulling the blade out. I shoved it right into the other shoulder before he even replied. The sound of his scream fills up the dungeon, but he stays silent. His name is James, from what I can recall.
"Don't be stupid, James; give me what I want." I demanded, and he let out a cold laugh.
"You're just going to kill me anyway once I do," he says with a gleam in his eye. I end up laughing as well, as if he just said the funniest thing. The rest of the prisoners look at me like I'm crazy. Before I finish laughing, I end up shoving the knife into his lower abdomen while still laughing before I stop.
"You're funny, James, and yes, you're right, you will die, but it's up to you to decide whether I should do it quickly or take my time," I told him.
"I don't care what you do, Alpha," he spits. "There is nothing here you can truly hurt me with. You might as well kill me now," he says, and chuckles again.
"We will see," I told him. I leave the dungeon and see Clair talking with Sam and Kyle.
"Clair, dig up everything you can on the vampire James," I commanded her.
"Yes, Alpha," she says before taking off. Clair's parents are the best trackers our pack has seen in years, and the gift was passed to Clair. Something James said. I feel like I will be getting to the truth much more quickly if it turns out I'm right about this feeling.
Ash Pov
These last three months have been, for lack of a better word, hell. My head feels like it is all over the place. Ares spends his time trying to lead as alpha for the pack. Adonis spends his time beating up prisoners. I spend my time researching and pushing people away. I ended up destroying the whole library because of a temper flare. Thankfully, no one was there at the time. Otherwise, I would have killed them, and I know I wouldn't have cared.
From time to time, I end up going to the waterfall in the woods, which is where I am now. It was the first time I had met Bella. She didn't even know who I was, but I was the first to learn about all the abuse she was being made to endure. She trusted me enough to tell me the truth, and I was honored by it. I knew from then that I was in love with her, even though I didn't know fully until that spray wore off.
My Bella, my Luna. We should have marked her long ago. If we did, we may have been able to use the connection to feel her. I shift back into my wolf form and head back to the packhouse. I shift back to humans as I get closer. I see my mom and dad sitting on the packhouse steps, talking. Aiden is approaching the packhouse from the right, no doubt coming from the dungeons again. Ares is walking with some pack warriors from the left. Before we all ended up approaching each other, I felt a white-hot pain in the side of my neck. My knees ended up bucking, and I ended up on the ground, holding my neck.
I turned my head and saw my brothers on the ground as well, in the same pain, no doubt. Our parents come to us, but all we can feel is the sharp pain in our necks.
"Someone gets a fucking doctor," my mom yells. No doctor will be able to help. I look at my brothers, who are looking at each other, and then at me as it dawns on us what is happening. Our growls shook the entire ground with power. Someone was trying to MARK OUR MATE!