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Jaytee cursed. “He has to be at The Manacle. Christian’s club. We need to get to him now! I can feel his rage, but I also feel a dark hunger.”

“He’s gone there to kill Prince Christian,” Jax whispered. “What have I done?”

His heart in his throat, Casimir moved quickly, chanting the teleportation spell. Raidh gripped his right hand, Elvine his left, chanting it with him, feeding Casimir’s powers.

He could only pray he made it in time before a coven of vampires descended on his mate and killed him.

Chapter Twelve

Damon emerged from the portal in the center of Prince Christian’s empty nightclub, his muscles tensed, ready for a fight. His mind was reeling, screaming at him to turn around and leave, that this was not the right way to handle the situation, but his rage and fear consumed him.

Initially he’d panicked, like any normal male would have when finding out they were pregnant, but this was a time to be with his mate instead of going on a suicide mission.

Damon knew this, but as he stood there, all he could think about was passing his mutation to his unborn child, and that terrified him, his fear overtaking any rational thought.

How would they ever know the pride of being a true Frost when Damon no longer felt it himself? And what would the babe even look like with so many different species inside of them? That became Damon’s worst fear. That his son or daughter would be a mixed bag of freakishness.

Damon couldn’t bear the thought of his innocent pup growing up in a world where they would never belong, constantly ridiculed and rejected by others. It was a fate that broke his heart.

A low growl escaped him as Christian appeared from a back hallway, an air of calculated danger surrounding him. The prince’s hands were clasped behind his back, his steps graceful and calm despite his burning scarlet-red eyes.

“You dare enter my club with murderous intent?” His tone was icy and dangerous as he slowly stalked toward Damon. Each measured step resonated with an ominous click of his dress shoes on the polished floor.

Damon’s muscles tightened as his wolf growled at the threat.

“Did you truly believe I would not see you coming?” Christian tapped his temple with a manicured finger. “I am the firstborn vampire. No one truly knows the full extent of powers that I possess.”

But Christian was not alone.

From the second-floor balcony, Ceridian and Rhysdan gracefully landed on their feet, their predatory gazes fixed on Damon. They were Christian’s deadly brothers, but Ceridian was the one to watch out for, known to be the most unpredictable of the three.

He was the one who held all of Damon’s attention. Rumor had it he’d been buried for eons because Ceri couldn’t control his curse to crave flesh. He’d also heard the guy had been cured when he’d found his mate.

If you asked Damon, the vampire looked like he wanted to fall back on old habits.

“Tell me, young wolf,” Christian said with a lethal calmness, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “Why have you just foolishly given me your life to take after I helped to save yours?”

There were times when hindsight struck just a little too late. For the most part, Damon was a chill guy. However, when he lost his temper, things tended to go downhill fast. This situation wasn’t just going downhill. It had hit rock bottom as soon as Damon had walked through that portal.

Sooner or later he was going to learn to think before he acted when pissed off—that was assuming he survived this.

But Damon was still furious about what they’d done to him, still terrified what he would pass on to his child. “The Ultionem put a goddamn circus inside of me.”

“Do you know how many would kill for what we’ve given you?” Christian’s eyes flashed dangerously as he continued to close in on Damon. “It is rare for me to spill my blood, especially for someone who means absolutely nothing to me. And now we share a bond because of my generous gift. But trust me, pup. I am about to sever it.”

Ceri and Rhys began to advance toward him.

Damon breathed heavily, his canines extended, watching them both while trying to figure out how to survive this. It was as if the three of them were moving slowly on purpose, like they were building the anticipation before a kill. Then Damon noticed how the prince’s skin began to change to a purplish hue.

“Once I sensed you were coming for my throat, my brothers sensed it as well.” Christian continued to close in on Damon, each step filled with menace.

The other two vampires flanked the prince, their eyes twin blazes of fury.

“You can have your blood back,” Damon argued.

“Oh, I intend to take it back,” Christian growled. “Every last drop in your body will be mine, wolf.”

“Stop!” Casimir suddenly “popped” in next to Damon, growling fiercely as he stood protectively beside him. “He’s just afraid.”

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