The Voss triplets.
"Kate!"
Damian's voice was wrecked. Scraped down to bone. His eyes burned bloodshot gold, half feral. The three of them took in the c*****e. The bodies. The lake of red on the tile. And finally me, standing in the middle of it, painted from throat to claw in other people's blood.
All three froze.
"Goddess," Damon breathed. His voice shook. He lifted one slow hand and pushed out a wave of soothing Alpha pheromone, the kind a male used to coax a hurt mate down off a ledge. "Kate. Sweetheart. We're here. We've got you."
Comfort. Reassurance. Mate.
No.
I turned to face them. Apex blue locked onto them through the dark.
In a body bled this empty, the Bond didn't whisper of kisses or warm hands or being held. It howled. It demanded. They were prime Alphas. Top of the l
