Fuck, she is perfect for me, obviously, but I cannot add to her trauma. I will not claim her and cause her more harm.
Seeing her all those years ago still flashes in my mind when she is near.
When she moved out because I pushed her too fucking far, it hit me what she meant to me. Not only being my fated mate, but my blood mate. A vampire will only take one fated mate and she is it for me. I have known many vampires who have fallen in love.
Some are still going strong after centuries of being together, while others have suffered the loss.
Delaney may not live at the club anymore, but she still has my protection. I creep in the shadows watching her, making sure that no fucker hurts her again.
Ironic, isn’t it? Especially as I was the one who hurt her the most.
I like to think that she can sense me, but I know that Delaney is ready to move on from me, and fuck, she has every right. I fucked and fed off women in front of her, knowing that she was my mate. I hurt her.
A part of me always used to think that she would wait for me to be ready, that she would wait around for me, but it seems that my girl has more self-respect that I thought.
I am proud of her for turning her back on me, because it made me see that I fucked up. Stubbornness runs through my veins. It took years to perfect the way that I am, but fuck, it can cause some unnecessary pain and upset.
Hurting Delaney was a fucked-up thing to do, but seeing how she is living happily without me, shows me that I was wrong about her. She is strong and can handle herself to the degree that a human can.
My past taints my present with her, and I find it hard to let it go and enjoy something that was meant for me. Seeing someone I love killed for a show of power, and then seeing friends lose their fated mates, destroyed any emotions I had about finding someone for me.
“I have details. Passing them through to your cells now,” Cotton’s voice echoes in my head.
I head back to my bike, thankful for the fucking diversion from thinking of Delaney.
My thoughts about her have gotten me into some unsavory situations in the last three months, let’s say that. Thank fuck that I am immortal.
My phone chimes, and I click open the app, seeing the information that Cotton has sent us.
Camo, Halen, and Oryn meet me at our bikes.
“I know where this is. Rode past there a few times, seen lights flickering in the windows. Seemed like a party house,” Halen tells us.
“Could it be supers who took the girls?” I huff.
Fuckers are always making the rest of us look bad—not that we don’t do that ourselves from time to time; that’s why most fear us.
There are few supernaturals who will take on the Kings of Anarchy; they would be fucking stupid to do so.
“Let’s find out,” Camo grunts while mounting his bike, and we follow.
We have no fucking clue what state these girls will be in, or if they went of their own free will, because I have come across many girls in my time from rich families who want a moment of passion with a bad boy, only to get burned.
Let’s hope we find them unharmed. And if they are not, then they will need some serious head shrinking, once they recover physically.
The sharp wind whips around us as we ride. The fucking cold weather is fully settled in, and Christmas is looming; not that I am one to celebrate it much. Christmas is overrated these days.
Kids and adults have become greedy and forgot the true meaning of Christmas.
My gaze slices around us, checking for any dangers that might jump out at us. We all know to protect Camo as he is our VP; not that we need to. The fucker is a beast when he gets into fighting mode.
The cunt cheats, too.
Camo signals for us to pull over, and we shut off our bikes, sitting astride them as we wait for further instruction. My feet flat on the floor, I look at the huge house in front of me; all the bottom windows of the house have multicolored lights flashing in them.
The upstairs in completely dark, and that puts me on edge for some reason. It could mean so many things.
Music plays, but you can also hear male laughter, then a sound that has all four of us off our bikes and rushing forward.
