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                           Lucious

Through the night while everyone sleeps, I'm left up with my thoughts. The same as last night, I'm unable to sleep. The only thing on my mind is killing them all. This blood lust has settled deep within me, like an anchor deep within the sea that can't be moved. The only thing that's stopping me from going there now is my uncle telling me we need to think this through.

He's right, I need to think this through the way my father did and not let this anger drive me to act without thinking. But going there and killing them all is the only thing a can think about. I'm not afraid of them. My mate's brother is strong, but I know I can end him. Their father is the threat I need to carefully think through. I've felt the power he holds and he's more than me.

I stand in the dark living room, glaring out the window into the rainy night. The thunder roar out its anger, lighting the dark sky with lightning bolts. Rainy nights like this usually bring this feeling of calmness and peace to me, but this rainy night brings no peace with it.

There's no calmness within me.

This anger roars inside of me just like the thunder of the night's storm. I continue to push this boiling rage down that harbors inside of me every time it threatens to boil over. Just the thought of them threatens to send me over the edge, knowing they're probably at that castle happily carrying on with their lives like some fucking fairy tale, while my family is left broken.

My jaws clench and I take in a slow breath, pushing the anger down as it starts to boil over once again. Their time will come and when it does, they won't be expecting it.

I walk away from the large window, leaving the living room, heading up the stairs to check on my mother once again.

I slowly open the door, walking into the room. The light from the moon case a glow within the room, shining onto the bed where Tilda lay next to mother.

Walking over to the bed, I see that Tilda has fallen asleep now. I look down at mother. She may be asleep now, but she still hasn't moved to even readjust her position. She has been in this same exact position all day.

I look down at the iv in her arm, remembering the healer saying that it will only work for so long. Once again this anger threatens to boil over within me at the thought of losing my mother. I close my eyes and take in a few breaths to keep myself from giving in to this bloodlust and letting the beast within taking control.

Once I've forced the anger back down, I open my eyes again, looking down at mother.

I stand here helplessly, knowing there's nothing I can do to help her. She has always been there for me, but the moment she needs me the most I'm helpless to her.

When Lisa's brother and father were chasing us, after Lisa freed us from that prison, mother told me not to stop no matter what. Lisa's brother and father were closing in on us fast and mother knew she wasn't going to outrun him to the ocean. I thought she could make it. The cliff of the ocean was right there, but he got to her before she could leap off the cliff.

I shouldn't have left her there. I should've protected her. She should've been the one who got away. I should've fought them off, giving her the few extra seconds she needed to get to that cliff.

At the time I thought it was the right decision. I thought I'll get away, then come back with father and get her, but now I regret the decision that I made. She shouldn't have been there. If she wouldn't have been there to see father that way, then she wouldn't be traumatized the way she is right now by his death.

Losing my father has caused me a great deal of pain, but father always taught me to keep my emotions intact, because in our world a male who can't control his emotions is weak and the weak become targets. So with father, I always had to be this strong male.

But with mother, it has always been different for me. I never had to be this tough guy with her. No matter what it was, I could always come to her about it and talk. I never had to worry about my emotions or being seen as weak when it came to her. I've always been able to express the way I felt when I needed to do so because of my mother. She gave me the balance I needed.

I can't lose my mother, I've just lost my father. I need her, Tilda and I both.

I reach down, pulling the cover over mother and Tilda, before leaving out the room.

Closing the room door behind me, the thought of Lisa enter my mind, causing the beast within me to stir. I can feel the beast mentally nudging at me, wanting me to go to Lisa.

Since we've gotten back here, I've been fighting this strong urge to be close to her. This strong urge to touch her. Her scent now lingers throughout the house and it's very distracting, but not in a bad way. It's just hard to focus on what I need to be focused on at the moment when I'm thinking about her. I can't let her sway my thoughts.

I go to my room and when I open the door, her sweet scent hits me. I paused for a second and take in lunges full of air, inhaling her scent that now fills my room. As I exhale, I take a step forward, walking into the room.

Looking over at her sleeping body on the bed, the beast within me continues to mentally nudge at me, wanting me to go over to her.

Giving in to the beast, I take a hesitant step forward, slowly walking over to the bed, until I'm now looking down at her sleeping on her stomach.

I watch the slight rise and fall of her body as she takes in and releases a steady rhythm of breaths. I've seen countless amounts of beautiful females, but not one of them comes close to her in comparison.

My eyes slowly make their way down her body, stopping at the rim of the shirt that has risen up, exposing the bottom of her butt cheek and black panties.

Moving further down to her bare legs, looking at the way her right leg is slightly bent in a more comfortable position. My eyes slowly scan over her legs, taking in how smooth they look.

My hand clench, before releasing again as I get this urge to touch them, to see how they feel underneath the tips of my fingers. Not giving in to the temptation, I look away from her legs, back up to her face.

As kids, Tilda and I would come up with scenarios of how we would meet our mates and not even one of them came remotely close to how I met Lisa.

I look at her for a second longer, before walking away, leaving the room.

Through the rest of the night, I stand in the dark living room, glaring out the window, drowning in the river of thought that's flowing through my mind none stop.

I stand here at the window, but not really looking at anything as I'm lost deep within my thoughts.

I stand here at the window all night until the sun comes up again. The sound of a black SUV pulling up to the house snaps me out of my thoughts.

I watch as Tron gets out of the SUV. Yesterday I sent him to get Lisa's clothes and things, and now he has returned.

I leave out the house and Tron greets me with a bow of his head. "I've gotten the things Alpha." He walks over, opening the back of the SUV.

I look into the SUV to see suitcase stacked on top of each other, and more sitting on the back seat. I grab a few of the suitcases and carry them inside, with Tron right behind me, carrying suitcases as he follows me up the stairs.

Once I get to the room, I sit the suitcases down and Tron does the same. Looking over at Tron, I see him looking over at the bed. I follow his gaze over to the bed, seeing that the shirt that she's wearing has risen up more, exposing more of her butt.

A low growl vibrates my chest, glaring over at Tron. "Keep your eyes off what's not yours." My words are laced with power.

He quickly lowers his head, baring his neck to me. "Sorry." He says.

"Leave," I tell him, following him back out the house.

I carry the rest of her bags up to the room myself, carefully sitting them down. After I bring the last bag up, I look over to see that she's still asleep. I look at all her bags. I'll leave her to organize and put her things away herself.

I leave the house, heading over to the clinic to check on the wounded men.

Once I get to the clinic, I walk into the room where the men are being looked after by the healers. I look around the room, seeing that all the men are sleeping.

"How are they?" I ask, walking over to the healer as she slowly removes the dressing from one of the guy's body, exposing his stitched up wounds. I look at him, looking at all the scrapes, cuts, and bruises he's covered in. It's almost as if their bodies are human at this point.

"They're still not healing, but they're fine. They've been given an elixir to help with the pain and to sleep." I watch as she put different types of herbs into a bowl, and start to grind them up with a crusher. Once the herbs are grind down to a powder, she adds in the juice from the yellow spike berries, turning the grounded up herbs into a paste.

She gently starts to apply the paste over the stitched up wounds. Once done, she dresses the wounds again, before moving to the next guy to apply the paste onto his wounds.

"Where're the other men?" I look around the room, seeing a few of the beds are now empty.

"They were released to go home earlier this morning. They're still not healing either, but their wounds aren't as serious." She tells me.

I stand here for a while, watching her make her way around the room to each guy, carefully applying the paste before redressing their wounds.

"Lucious your mate is here near the packhouse, and there's a group of anger females here looking to avenge their dead mates. You might want to get over here." Uncle Jax tells me through the pack link.

I leave the clinic, heading towards the packhouse. Turning the corner, I see Lisa standing face to face with a group of females, while others stand around watching.

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