Page 112 of Eternally Rare


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“No, Nyx! Nyx, stop!” I shout, loud enough for Rarity to hear me.

She spins around, baring her fangs as she takes a protective stance in front of her brother.

Alexander looks nothing but amused.

“He’s my brother. This is Alexander Monreaux. The master of my coven. Calm down, Nyx. Please,” she begs.

Alexander gently tugs her back, patting her shoulder. “It is okay. He doesn’t know me. He reacted as I would. I’m Alexander, Rarity’s older brother.” Alexander holds out his hand and Nyx huffs a breath of black smoke before shaking his hand.

“Dovenyx, everyone calls me Nyx.”

“I do not,” I singsong.

“Don’t be a brat, Treasure. You know where that will get you,” he warns.

“Cailian,” Alexander begins to walk towards me. “It’s so good to see you. You look wonderful.”

Nyx stops Alexander by placing his hand in the middle of his chest. “Respectfully, do not go near my firebond. I don’t know you well enough.”

Alexander nods. “I understand. No problem.”

“It is good to see you too, Alexander. And thank you.”

“Anwyll! Ru!” Rarity squeals, hugging the werewolf that needed my help before.

I push by Nyx and Alexander, bowing my head in greeting. “Anwyll. You look well. How are you?”

“I’m good. Thank you for inviting us. I wanted to see this place again. You remember, Ru,” he says, wrapping an arm around his mate.

“How could I forget? The leprechaun who sacrificed her luck for love.” I bow to her as well. “And your brother?”

Anwyll frowns. “He is alive. His soul is stuck in purgatory, and he has to find his way back.”

“He will. I should not say that, but your pack— or coven— is strong. I have a feeling everything will be fine.”

“Nyx. Nyx!” Rarity shouts for our dragon, tugging two men behind her.

I remember them.

“That is Greyson and Luca. Luca is Alexander’s Uncle. Greyson is just a very close friend of the family,” I mutter to him.

“I haven’t seen her so happy,” Nyx remarks. “We need to make sure she always looks like this.”

She stops in front of us, completely out of breath. “This is my Uncle Luca. And this is Greyson. Where is Maven?”

Alexander frowns. “I’m sorry, Rarity. She felt out of the two of us, it was best if I came. She had to be at home with the twins.”

“I’ll have to come visit. The triplets? Where are they?” she asks Anwyll and Ru.

“Also with Maven, but she has help. Alaric is there with Alistair and Tala,” Ru replies, sipping her wine.

“I’m just glad I got to see you at all. I promise to come home soon and visit.”

Alexander kisses Rarity’s forehead. “We will be there. Your place is here now. With your beloveds.”

“And Reuel?”

“He—”

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