Crossing The Bridge

Chapter 2: Faint and Ours

[Sam’s POV]

Max, Damen, and I decided to blow off some steam at a club owned by Max’s Gamma tonight. I really wasn’t in the mood for the club scene but had this feeling we needed to be there. Chris, Max’s Gamma, set us up with the best VIP room at the club. He spoiled us with lap dances and an open bar in our room. This is not my scene at all, but we each make sacrifices for each other. My senses kept tingling and I just could not get myself into the women here. Besides, they are all human and I have zero interest in human women. I decided to check out the rest of the club for a bit instead. I took the stairs near the VIP room to perch at one of the balcony tables for some people-watching. Sitting in solitude at one of the tables overlooking the club, I was having trouble focusing. My attention kept getting drawn towards the tables where the groups of people sat to socialize near the bikini dancers. Stopping myself from trying to fight my lack of concentration so that my senses can refocus, my eyes land on the angelic aura of a beautiful woman. She looks as bored as I am, as she sits next to a few men who don’t even notice she is with them. Then, I see the wretched and resident mean girl, Chelsea, slither her way to their table. Chelsea, is a devious and cunning wolf who stops at nothing to dig her claws into as many men as she can. She prefers to prey on men who are in a relationship. She is disgusting and has no shame. Using my strong vampire sight, I notice the beautiful woman looking uncomfortable, disappointed, and sad as Chelsea drags the man who was sitting next to her, away from her to the dance floor. My guess is that fucker was her boyfriend. Not anymore! I continue to watch her, as if we are the only two people in the world. A tear rolls down her cheek as she grabs her little purse, leaves the table, and goes towards the VIP lounge and restroom hallway. My chest is tight, filled with longing, pain, and a drive to comfort her. She looks human and I don’t know what is causing this connection to her. My entire body freezes in place and time for a while. Knowing I need to break this spell, and get closer to her, I fight my mind for several minutes before I place my drink on the table and head down the stairs to go find her. I must know what this connection is.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt hands on my chest. Not just any hands, but hands that sent waves of pleasure, electricity, and warmth through my body. I often joked that the only way I would find my mate is if they collided into me and tonight that joke shines so bittersweet on me. Standing in front of me are the beautiful mahogany-speckled-brown eyes of my mate. It is her! The woman whose boyfriend was snatched away by that man-eater, Chelsea. What an interesting turn of fate, I thought to myself as I slowly took in every inch of this goddess before me. My god, she is gorgeous! As I stare into her mysterious and hypnotic eyes, I feel my mind and soul being intertwined with her mind and soul. My mouth opened, and the word “mine” came out with a growl.

Happy that I found her, I couldn’t move. I just kept staring deeply into her eyes, as if in a trance. This does not happen to me. I am the Vampire Prince. Never have I been in a trance or felt such a strong energetic pull towards someone. Yet here she is pulling me deeper into her. As the intensity of her stare increased and the electrical bond strengthened between us, I could see her life flood my mind and flash before me. It was so powerful and traumatic. From the day she was born to the present, I watched her memories of being abused, r***d, tormented, broken, dumped, beaten, battered, told over and over by so many people throughout her life that she was worthless and less of a human. My god, she has been tormented since childhood. She keeps trying, fighting, and going without any real help. She is such a wonderful mother. She has a child! She is poor. Who is this man she is dating? He never pays for anything or offers to help her, yet he knows her situation. What a piece of s**t. Most of the men in her life have been or are pieces of human filth! Every f*****g person, except for a select few, has taken turns breaking her into so many small pieces. I saw everything, every single struggle, every torturous assault, and felt every drop of her pain. I want to kill every one of them!

As I gain control of my mind, I see her eyes close, and she starts to fall to the ground. I swoop my arms under her and bring her to me, lifting her up, and carrying her bridal style to the VIP room. Max and Damen mind link me, (a skill that the three of us have with each other and not just with our own kind) and are shouting about what they saw from my connection to her. I hear them both scream “Mate,” while feeling their overwhelming pain, and realize that she is not just mine, but theirs as well. This is f*****g crazy! I gain my composure, carry her into the VIP room, and hold her while I sit on one of the sofas. I reposition her with her head on my lap, as Max grabs his coat to place under her head, and Damen lays his coat on her body to warm her.

Staring down at her beautiful face, I am taking in all her features while Max’s men remove all the women from the room. Here lying in my lap is my mate. The person I have waited thousands of years for, finally found and in my arms. Her long dark mahogany hair has streaks of rich dark reds, a spectrum of light to dark browns, and several platinum blonde strands artistically woven in. Her skin is olive toned with slight hints of pink in her face. She is curvy and has the most delicious looking breasts that I have ever seen. They are definitely size D; I want so badly to bite and suck on them; f**k I feel like a perv right now. A scar runs from her collarbone down her cleavage line, which I want to follow with my fingertips until I touch her sweet flower. The memory of her heart surgery as a small child pulls up in my head. She has a little mom tummy and sexy legs. She is short, probably 5’4”. Her eyes are almond shaped, and her lips are a soft kissable light red with a plumpness I can imagine enjoying for the rest of my life. I pull her up further up my lap, and shift her body on me, so that her head rests gently on my shoulder. Her full ass is resting on my lap, and my d**k is twitching just thinking of how great her ass feels resting against it.

Max and Damen walk up to us on the sofa. Max lifts her feet gently, sits down, and places them on his lap. Damen sits across from us. Time is standing completely still right now, and if there is a heaven for supernatural beings, this is mine. My most beautiful mate.

[Damen POV]

“She is mind-blowingly beautiful! What in the hell happened back there, and why could I see all her memories,” I asked Sam? “I really don’t have an answer for us. I have never heard of mates having that type of psychic experience before being marked and mated,” Sam said while looking deep in thought while he gently stroked her hair. Retreating to my mind, I think, I am the son of the ruler of the Netherworld, Prince, and Lord of the demon realm, and I have never known of such a strong first meeting or interaction with mates, where a download of memories has ever occurred. I will have to ask my father about this. To be mated to all three of us; having so many mates is rare and unheard of with a human. There must be something more to her and our bond.

“How did she endure so much?” Max asked Sam and me. “I am just as furious,” I said while looking at her peacefully resting her face on Sam’s shoulder. “There is something so different about her. She smells and looks human, and her heartbeat sounds human, just slightly slower, but that energetic exchange, and how much it took out of her. I have never seen anything like it.” The three of us looked at each other with so many more questions.

[Max’s POV]

I knew something was off about tonight before we met her. My wolf, Dom, has been whimpering and pacing for the past hour, in my head. The smell of jasmine and lavender filled our noses the moment she collided with Sam outside the room. Her smell is intoxicating! What was she doing here? Who is she with? She has a pup, and I cannot wait to meet him. There is an age gap, as I am 37 and she is 42. “Dating an older woman,” Dom smirked and laughed to me. I have waited so long to meet my mate. Honestly, I thought I would go feral ten years ago, but I have managed to make it this long and maintain my position as Alpha of my pack. I wonder what she will think of my pack and lands. We are the largest in North America, with territory covering the Northern States and into Canada. I am the Alpha of the Dark Water pack and Alpha King of the North. I have known Sam and Damen since we were young children. We have been closest friends since. With each of our families being royalty, our allegiances to each other’s kind and territories goes back hundreds of years. Our families bonded us together when we were children as part of the alliance. Damen is the Prince of the Netherworld. His father, King Jav Atropos is thousands of years old, and has reigned supreme over all the undead and dead who inhabit the Netherworld. Damen has lived in our overworld since his childhood. He goes to the Nether often though, to visit his father and learn more about his duties. Although his father will continue to rule for many more years to come, he wants Damen to keep up with his abilities and duties there as well as here in the overworld.

Sam is a Vampire Prince. His family has kept territories here in the North and keep our kind secret by enforcing laws of minimal killings on humans. The humans that do become food for his kind are ones that have committed severe crimes to other humans. We are not do-gooders by any stretch of the imagination, but we are tasked to maintain our secrets and do our best to protect their kind when at all possible. I have never seen Sam take to a human before like he instantly took to her. Granted, she is his mate as well, which explains it. She is so lovely. Dom wants me to touch her, run my hands up her body, touch her lips, and hold her in our arms. I don’t know why the mate connection took so much out of her and why she passed out.

“Alpha, we have a situation here in the hallway,” my beta Jayden said via mind link. I let him know I was coming. As I began to move her feet so that I could stand, I felt her legs move. “She is walking up,” Sam said. “f**k, I want to be here when she does, but I have to deal with whatever is going on outside the door” I said in a growl of frustration. “I need to deal with this, and I suggest we take her home afterwards.” Sam and Damen nodded in agreement.