His hands painfully gripped the windowsill. The need to go to her consumed him. He didn’t understand any of these feelings at all. The longer he was around her, the more he felt the need to protect her, kiss her, take her somewhere where he could—
Claim her.
His eyes widened at the thought. Could she be? Could she be the one?
His fated mate?
Holy fuck!
Where did this come from? They hadn’t known each other long at all. He’d only met her twice, and already he knew that his feelings for her weren’t normal. What vampire would get the chance to be with two willing women, but only have eyes for another, think of another, and climax while imaging the other two women were her? He knew that night, that even the two women couldn’t hold a candle to the one he’d wished was with him.
“You all right, brother?” Teague asked.
Adrian jerked his head in a nod, unable to speak. Of course he was. He hadn’t even considered looking for a mate, at least anytime soon. Even with the Vampire Council demanding that he and his siblings mate, and begin producing heirs, he had not considered looking for someone.
The council didn’t care about fated mates. They were demanding that the heirs to the crown mate with pure vampires only, to continue to strengthen their line. He just couldn’t bring himself to mate with just anyone. A fated mate was supposed to be someone that the fates decided was made just for you.
His father, the king, was in the middle of a battle with the council, to reverse their decision of the heirs only being allowed to mate with pure vampires. The king and queen both felt that their children should be able to mate with whomever the fates decided. He thought of his siblings, who were already mated.
Nadira, his sister, was mated to Cooper, the human detective who she turned into a vampire in order to save his life. Toma, his younger brother, was mated to a human, Anika. Teague, the youngest of the male siblings, was recently mated to Bella, a Valkyrie demigoddess.
Each of his mated siblings were head over heels in love with their mates, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. If he had to mate with someone, he would choose whomever fate had in store for him, and if he didn’t know any better, she was currently sitting in the interrogation room.
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~Angel~
S he didn’t know how much longer they were going to make her wait in this room, but it was starting to drive her crazy. Phaelyn, and Prince Adrian, promised her that she would be unharmed, but some of the other shadow warriors didn’t look as if they would be keeping those promises. The one named Viktor scared the shit out of her. He had a menacing look to him, so she kept her eyes averted, away from him.
The room she was currently in was small, windowless, and had nothing on the walls, except for a large mirror, which she was sure was one of those one-way mirrors. She had watched enough cop drama shows in her human life to recognize one when she saw it.
Her skin crawled, just thinking of the person that may be on the other side of it, watching her. She hadn’t seen Prince Adrian since they were separated, when he had helped Viktor carry a struggling Jaxon into the building.
She was confused by her feelings for the prince, and everything that she was taught about the Dark Shadows. It was hard to separate everything that she had learned during her ten years as a vampire, and her heart.
One minute she was jealous, wanting to snatch him up and drag him to a dark corner to have her wicked way with him. The next, she wanted to run far, far away from him.
It had been Jaxon and his friends who had helped her. The first year after her attack, she was as weak as a newborn calf. It was like learning to do everything all over again. She had been sensitive to light, and she had to learn to feed by drinking blood. She learned the hard way that she could no longer consume human food.
She cringed, remembering the vomiting she experienced when she