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"I will be guiding you guys a little because I know this place for a while now" Tib says looking at the group of other worlders in a round meeting conference-like atmosphere. Or worse.

He was cautious to choose words right and somehow lead the group without deceiving the pride of the warlocks. Coming down to a werewolf land was an opposing thing to do in the first place. So, no one needed to be ordered around by someone who isn't even a part of them.

The warlocks do not speak and just stare at the half-vampire. But, the positive man took that as a "yes". "So, if you guys can lead towards this way" he guides carefully.

The group of warlocks was sure the top 10 of the convent, new or old yet highly talented ones. Though it did cost Tib a big penny in exchange for this deal, it was required.

Judging from the skillful energy he found at the abounded place that night, he knew he would require some more people to deal with it. The group follows the half-vampire during midnight. There were already mateless werewolf guards who were informed about the situation. So, no offense was taken when the warlocks were viewed.

There remained calm on the ground with only the sound of crickets from the forest surroundings. "Yo, buddy" Bellamy throws his hand over the shoulders of the half-vampire.

"Nothing is up. I see everything going down and I can do nothing to stop it" Tib answers honestly. He was beyond annoyed at the arrival of the unwanted guest in the house. And reckoning from the carefree reactions from the warlocks no one knew Cassius was also here.

"Well, that sucks. But everything will come along" the warlock tries to cheer up even though he didn't quite understand the context. Tib nods at the kind words.

Bellamy was always like this. Kind, naughty, and stupid. He was the only man that drew Tib out of his den back then. The half-vampire owed quite a lot to this friend of his.

"So, guys this is the north border of the pack. We do usually face danger from here but the enemy has gotten smarter. He might choose any other place too" Tib addresses while the people let the information sink in.

"Most importantly there is someone very powerful on that of the team. Energy that glows black yet is very pure than the rest of us" this causes a roar among the crowd.

They knew that black warlock energy only meant trouble and nothing else. And that to be pure? You gotta be kidding me, thought each one of the warlocks on board.

"Trust me when I say I did feel it very closely" the half-vampire supports his words. "We just need to move forward keeping that in our minds" the group nods before dividing themselves into small troops including Bellamy.

They did know what they were here for.

"What is the order for me?" a voice questions from behind.

"To stay in your room and not talk to me" the half-vampire replies without even looking back. No one but Cassius was following them.

"But I am here for help" he questions again.

"You not talking to me will definitely help me a lot" he argues.

"I mean any physical help" oh God, what is he? a question bank? at this age? Doesn't he know what maturity is?

"Go help the warlocks then" Tib suggests.

"You know I can't stand them"

"Then why are you even standing near me?" Tib was on the verge of snapping.

"Because you are your father," he says without hesitation.

"I'm not my father" Tib says and shuts him up. "No more questions, the warlocks will be back any moment"

The words complete and the group comes back. They halt at a distance from the half-vampire, chilled in their place. The bigger figure standing next to Tib with jet black hair and a pale complexion stopped them from stepping any further.

"I told you to leave" he sighs. He walks towards the group who had terrified expressions on their faces. Everyone in the group knew about Cassius and his castle. And how he doesn't leave those huge four walls, no matter what.

"He is just here for a day, he will be gone soon" Tib assures the warlocks.

"I will stay longer" Cassius interrupts to which Tib groans and look at him with deadly eyes.

Why don't you fucking shut up?

He addresses the vampire and Cassius clicks his tongue annoyed by the situation.

Bellamy pulls Tib by the elbow and then hides him at the back. "Why is he here?" he questions Tib glaring at the pale man.

"I don't know either" he admits honestly. "He is no harm though" Tib reassures.

"But, you-"

"I will manage it, please take the rest of all with you"

"But-"

"Please, Bell"

"Okay" he looks warningly towards Cassius before leading the others to the house.

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"Will you stop following me?" the half-vampire questions irritatingly.

"I live in the same house" the same one-tone voice replied. There extremely zero percent of emotions involved. He was talking because he was incapable of using sign language. That's it.

If only he could know that art, his mouth would've been dusty and blocked from no usage at all.

"Why did you even come? I don't remember calling you"

"There have been continuous cases of vampires disappearing and that is in a way related to this place" he finally answers the most bugged question.

Tib flinches at the answer. Of course, he knew there should be a purpose why the great Cassius had stepped out of his castle and this was it.

"I see" he keeps quiet until he reaches the place.

"There is no blood but I can fix you something to drink" the half-vampire offers.

"Then-"

"Rooibos tea!"

"Yes. Thank you" full stop. He diverts his eyes towards the old book put on the table.

Will he die to say that with a smile? Fucking oldie. Tib curses while opens the cabinets for the tea he hasn't touched in years but has always got the stock.

"It should be here" he mumbles under his breath while he tries to reach the top shelf. His hands run through the open area in front but there was no bottle there. "Damn"

His breath hitch when a cold skin touches his, shaking him. A hand extends towards the top rack and the bottle of red tea descends. Tib looks at the back to watch the owner of such long hands.

Piercing green eyes stare into his violet ones. He couldn't move. He was captivated yet again. This was dangerous.

The eyes battle back and forth, with the half-warlock's heart beating fast. Stop it, Bruyne. He scolds himself. But, nothing was helping.

Cassius raises a brow in question. "Oh," Tib looks at the raised brow and then the bottle. "T-Thank y-" before his shaking hands take complete hold of the bottle he losses balance and start falling backward.

His eyes grow wide while he looks at the vampire who was just there. Tib will definitely make both of them fall. His legs slide with the soft bunny slippers he was wearing. "Woah Woah Woah" he shouts with hands flapping for any help or anything to hold.

He falls on the floor with a loud thud, while Cassius just stands there, staring at him holding the red tea. He puts the tea on the counter and walks back to his room.

Did he? Did he just make way for me to fall?

I can't believe this.

"I ALSO DO NOT WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!" Tib yells in disbelief.

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The moon was now hidden in the brightness of the rising sun. It was still dawn but the full moon have passed, the younger alpha was passed out peacefully in the bed, tucked into the duvet, and his head barely showing.

Since it was still dark outside, the room was chilling from the air that flowed through the window. Easton got up from the bed and looked at the table clock on the side table, it was around 4:30 am and they haven't even slept for two hours. He looked sideways at his mate who was snoring away every worry of the world.

His nose was red while his eyes were puffy from all the crying he did. Easton smiled, inching towards him, and kissed him on the forehead. He walks to the windows and made sure to shut them tightly while he increased the temperature of the room.

Making sure his love is now relaxed he walks downstairs after wearing a pair of sweatpants over his boxers. He strolls through the stairs with a smile on his face.

Though he was nervous about last night, it was also the best time of his life. The feeling of holding his mate close as he sleeps was so precious. He reaches the kitchen and opens the refrigerator.

Grabbing the can of milk he puts a pan on the stove to heat it. Maybe hot milk can help refresh his mind from all the pervy thoughts and get ready for the day. Once, the milk is heated, he pours it into a glass.

"You should've slept some more, baby" the older alpha senses his mate as Blake surrounds his arms at Easton's waist.

"The warmth was gone" Blake mumbles into his mate's back. Easton chuckles and pours one glass of milk and then pours some of it into another cup to make coffee for his man. He knew Blake wasn't a huge fan of milk.

"Don't pass out on me, Blake" Easton comments when the younger alpha snuggles into his back.

"Hmmm" Blake shuts his half-lidded eyes, warming himself under the touch of his other half. He loved this. It felt so much safer to be this near to Easton.

"Here" Easton places the hot brewed coffee on the kitchen bar with his warm milk. He then turns in Blake's embrace only for the younger alpha to get more comfortable in the well-built chest. "This is why I told you to sleep" Easton chuckles, combing the bed hair of his with his long fingers.

"That will make me sleepier" Blake mumbles in the chest, vibrating against the older alpha's heart. Easton shakes his head, removes Blake's hands from the back. Now that Blake's hands were in Easton's, the younger alpha's fall on the bruised wrists of the older alpha. "Does it hurt?" he says caressing the marks.

"Hm?" the older gets confused and then follows Blake's point of sight. "Oh, this. It doesn't hurt" he assures. "Instead..." he lifts Blake by the chin looks properly in those orbs. "It was very hot" he winks.

Blake laughs at the words. "Idiot" he comments. "Why are you up so early?" he enquires sitting on the table with the cup of coffee.

"Well, from this week we have intensive training also I need to get reports Tib and the warlock team that has landed here yesterday" he adds sipping on his now cold milk.

"Hmm....." the younger alpha absorbs the information little by little in his numb brain. "You leave now?" he looks at the round wall-clock beside the refrigerator. There was an uneasiness in his voice.

Well, the incident did give them a trauma which they never want to experience again.

"Yeah" Easton empties the glass and walks closer to his mate. "I will be back soon or I can make Duncan take care of it" he caresses the younger alpha's cheek. He was sure the packhouse and this alpha suite was the safest place to be. And he will ask Ezra and Duncan to drop here.

"Or I can come too" he melts into the touch.

"But, still are fully recovered, Blake. And last night was already tough on you" Easton lectures.

"I'm a werewolf, Easton. I recover from anything very quick and Sir Tib did tell you it was just a sleep-inducer" Blake argues.

"Okay" he gives in. Easton didn't want to argue about this. He very well knew that alpha was meant to work for their pack. And it must have been killing Blake on the inside to just sit and watch everything. "Get dressed. Get me a t-shirt on your way" he adds.

Getting up from the chair he grabs the empties vessels to wash them off. "Are you mad?" Blake pops in front of the older alpha, in between the sink and the man.

"I'm not mad, Blake" Easton puts away the containers. "I'm just worried about you" he cups his mate's cheeks.

"But I'm fine. I can fight off anyone and everyone" he says proudly. Easton smiles and kisses the boy on the head.

"I know, now go get dressed. We leave in 10 minutes" he states.

"Okay!!" he dashes away.

Done with the washing he wipes his hands with the kitchen clothes as Blake runs back from the stairs. "I'm back!" he says, all hyped up.

"I can see that" Easton brushes him off.

"Asshole" Blake hits his mate on the back and hands him a t-shirt.

Easton slips the clothing from his head while Blake watches the flex of his muscles. "We can just go late" he mumbles licking his lips.

"Blake, no" the older alpha knew this would happen.

"But, we can" he touches the chest he was snuggling innocently into before, through the t-shirt.

"We will be late" the disciplined man argues with his heart beating fast against the chest. He will lose it if Blake swipes another finger any lower.

The younger alpha pouts at the comment but agrees nevertheless. Once the couple was done getting the car keys and stuff, they walk to the door. "Easton?" Blake calls.

"Hm?" the older alpha turns with his hand on the knob of the door. Blake kisses the man on the lips for good ten seconds before pulling back.

"I wanted to do this since I woke up" he grins beautifully.

The comment and action snap something in Easton and he pushes his mate against the open door. He attacks the lips in hunger while his hands travel down to the waist and then to the round ass of Blake. He massages the cheeks and enjoys the fluff. The younger alpha hooks his right leg to Easton's left.

He moans into the kiss when Easton desperately sucks on the tongue, his free hands exploring the back of his mate and drawing him more closer. Easton pushes himself against Blake's member, grinding while they made out. Tingles shoot through their bond, while their wolves enjoy the view.

"How much more longer will this take?" a voice comes from the side, halting the pair. They look sideways with shocked expressions while their position remains the same. Lower halves glued together with not an inch to breathe, legs tangled, and dripping mouths. "I can come back whenever you guys are done"

"Fuck!" Blake curses, pushing Easton away. "I'm sorry, Sir Tib" he blushes, embarrassed to show this side of him to his ideal man.

"The hell you are here for?" Easton questions irritatingly. "And what's with that luggage?" he looks down to find three bags and a chair.

"Well... Hey, Blake" he smiles towards the younger alpha. "Can I stay here for few days?" he asks him.

"Of course-"

"Not! Of course not. Why do want to stay here when you have such a big house only for yourself?" Easton asks bothered by the question.

"Hey" Blake hits him.

"What?" he ignores the younger alpha's "anger eyes".

"It's just for few days. Can't I, Blake?" he flutters his eyelids towards the werewolf. Blake looks in between the dominating powers, one giving him glares "not" to accept while the other had puppy-like eyes. He takes a deep breath and chooses to close his eyes over his mate.

"Of course you can, Sir Tib" he smiles and holds Easton's hand when he tries to protest.

"Fine" the older alpha sighs and but raises an eyebrow. "I need a reason though" he beats his shoes against the floor waiting for it.

The half-vampire looks at Easton and sighs that there was no escaping this. He can't possibly get out of this without telling the truth. "Cassius is here" he says with a bitter face. "And he is staying at my place" he mumbles.

"I don't see a problem there, you do have a guest room" Easton argues.

"I don't like sharing my place"

"You are planning to share ours though"

"I said my place"

"Okay... But, I did stay at your "my" place" Easton stays on his stand.

"And you do not want to let you stay next time, is that what you are saying?"

"N-"

"Or are you saying that I should kick you out by your ass when Blake doesn't let you in this house? If so, then I can leave" he rants.

"Stay" Easton gives up. Well, the situations were different back then but knowing the anger issues both of the alphas have, Easton will need a spare house to live in. "Since, Tib is here take down the details about last night while go and make the pack do the drill" Easton says to which Blake nods.

The older alpha smiles with a feeling that his other half was sending him off for the day. It felt really good. Blake chuckles at the thought while Tib groans walking far from the pair. "See you soon" Easton pecks the alpha one last time and leaves the suite.

"We have a blushing Blake here. Wow!" Tib comments to which Blake laughs walking to where the half-vampire was.

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"We couldn't get an inch nearer, alpha" a man covered in a black hoodie says. Christian had ordered his men to get whoever he can from the estate.

Their plan to attack the pack was ruined now. They can't possibly be able to face two mated alphas. It would create more ruckus.

"What do you mean you can't?" he questions annoyed that one more of his plans has not been succeeded.

"Multicolored electric currents are moving around the pack, alpha" he informs.

"Multicolored?" Just the word brought him the information. It was the warlocks. "So that bastard has become serious now?" he curses thinking about Tib.

"You can leave and call Samael for me" the man nods and leave to call the boy.

The warlocks had their own colors they were known for. Starting from pitch black which showed the evil content to pure white. Having a pure white color to your magic was next to impossible. Only a warlock with a soul as white as the color could attain it.

But, warlocks and witches were born cunning.

"You called me, Father?" Samael knocks on the door.

"Yes, son. I got a work for you" he pulls some files from the shelf. Dust was sitting on each of them. They haven't been touched in so long. "These are the biodatas of the prisoners downstairs"

The words make Samael's head shoot up for a second before he drops it. "You always wanted to go down there and look what is beyond those grills, right? We will go tomorrow. I will make you meet each one of them" he says.

"Be ready when I ask you what their sin is" he pushes the file towards the boy.

".....Understood, Father" Samael nods taking those big and heavy files in one of his hands while the other stayed at his back. The rogue gestures him to leave as the boy carries the heavy books with him.

What was so interesting in these files?

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