longer connected through touch, and he saw Dylan did the same. The instant the link was destroyed, the glow eased. It lessened until it merely hovered around Lorelei. As if it was a protective shell, keeping others from coming near.
A force field.
He’d been watching way too many Star Trek reruns.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” Whitney was way too perky now.
And yes, it was hard. His entire being called for her touch and yet he’d released her. Dylan rumbled, the sound vibrating the air and the low glow surrounding Lorelei flared higher, reaching for them both.
“Okay, see that right there?” Whitney pointed at the way Lorelei’s power wrapped around their wrists. “That’s a very bad thing. So you’re gonna back away and those two are gonna pop her up to—”
It was Zeke’s turn to voice his objection. “ Ours .”
Lorelei’s magic crept along their arms, inching higher.
Whitney stared at the ceiling. “God save me from possessive Wardens.” She huffed and lowered her head. “Okay, let’s rethink this. You two can’t carry her. You’re not allowed to touch her anymore. What we can do is one of you will go with Emmett and Levy. The other will stay with me and Lorelei and I’ll transport you there myself. No nasty boys will touch her. Are we okay with that?”
No, he was very not okay with that. But it was necessary because beneath the healthy brightness of her magic, her skin was paling more and more.
“Dylan will stay.” His partner was the stronger of them and could protect her for the split second he was parted from Lorelei.
“Whitney, we’re not leaving you here.” Emmett’s tone was smooth, but the threat was evident in his gaze.
“Emmett, I don’t interfere with your job. I let the two of you handle your Wardens as you see fit, but I have this.” Whitney glanced over her shoulder. “As males, you don’t get this. You need to listen to me.”
Zeke could tell the Ruling Warden didn’t like what Whitney said, but he finally jerked his head in a quick nod.
That had Zeke staring at Dylan. “You’ll take care of her.”
“You know I will.”
“We’re right behind you. We’re going right to the Ruling Alpha’s suite.” Whitney reached toward him, but stopped just shy of touching his skin. “She’s my cousin, Zeke. I can feel it. I’m not about to let something happen to her. Their suite is the safest place in the hotel. The second you disappear, we’ll be there.”
Zeke understood her words and even accepted them as truth, but…
“The faster you leave, the faster we get her help, Z.” Dylan’s words were a hoarse whisper. He noted the man’s fur coating his arms and the sharp edge of his jaw. Dylan held onto his human shape by force of will alone.
No longer hesitating, he pushed to his feet and strode toward Emmett and Levy. He didn’t pause, didn’t falter, and immediately reached for one of the Ruling Wardens as soon as he was close enough.
His arm closed over Levy’s shoulder, fingers curving over the man’s flesh, and then the hotel room disappeared in a flare of light. The brightness only lasted a brief moment, a single blink before they were sucked into the darkness. It enveloped them, wrapping them in a choking, midnight blanket. It ripped the air from his lungs, and strangled him with its fierce grip. He thought he’d suffocate before all was said and done, die in the middle of the dark that surrounded him.
Then, just as quickly as it began, it ended with him collapsing on the heavy carpeted floor of another suite. One he imagined belonged to the Ruling Alphas.
Shouts surrounded him, growls and snarls came from all sides, but he didn’t give a damn. He waited for his partner and his mate.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited…
*
Dylan couldn’t tear his gaze from Lorelei. Their Lorelei.
The magic that lived inside her continued to pulse and press against her skin while the marks covering her body flared over her flesh. He’d never
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