Page 143 of The Vampire's Storm

The betrayal was enormous.

He couldn’t hate another being more than he did her right now.

Mack’s brows shot up. “What? Dude, I heard you mated.”

So fucking what?

Brooklyn’s actions had changed their race forever. For what purpose? Because she wanted to protect scientists who had kidnapped and tortured vampires?

Well, fuck that.

Logan was furious with himself for not trusting his instincts, knowing she was a traitor. Actually, she didn’t even deserve that title. A traitor was someone you trusted.

Who belonged.

She didn’t.

So fuck her.

“We didn’t bond.” Logan's voice sounded cold and dead, even to him. “A lucky escape.”

The hybrid tilted his head and when it looked like he was going to say more, the room began filling with senior warriors. A second later, Brayden, Ari, and Vincent strode down the middle of the room and faced everyone.

Around him boots shuffled, solid arms crossed big ass chests, and determined eyes focused on the Moretti royal family.

“Warriors,” the king said. “You are the force of this race, and I thank you for constantly putting your life at risk for the safety of my family.”

Jeez.

That hit hard inside Logan’s chest.

A few of them cleared their throats.

“I echo that. Thank you to all of you for helping me get Willow and our daughter home,” Brayden said, his hands firmly on his hips. “They are both fine physically and recovering quietly in the royal wing.”

Murmurs of thank fuck were heard around him.

“Sage and the team are working on the test antidote now that we have a sample of it, so we should get some fast results,” Ari said.

The sooner the better.

“And to confront the elephant in the room,” Vincent said. “I know we’re in a state of chaos after being exposed, but as I shared in my announcement, the time has come. Staying hidden has taken up way too much fucking energy.”

Hearing the king say this after a lifetime of being told to keep their true identity in the shadows still sounded weird.

Not that they were, as a race, officially talking to anyone publicly yet. It was all hearsay.

By Brooklyn the Traitor.

“Remain vigilant as we work out how to handle this with world leaders,” Vincent told them. “The priority more than ever now is destroying the last of the serum production facilities.”

The idea of every human being armed with it was fucking terrifying. It was not even worth contemplating, and yet they were closer to that happening than ever before.

“Brooklyn has kept information about the toxic solution to herself to protect us,” Vincent said. “I assume.”

Logan snorted angrily and shook his head as he stared at his boots. No, she fucking hadn’t. Were they joking right now?

Around him, everyone remained silent.

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