Page 25 of Eternal

Duncan and Ashton ignored them, charging down the stone staircase, their rage bursting past the threshold where they could control it.

But nothing could prepare them for the sight they encountered. Already boulders started to tumble around them, the structure itself under attack.

And then there was Farren.

Their beautiful, pure, and angelic Farren was suspended midair, encapsulated in a purple light. Her long braid draped over her shoulder, her sweet pretty white summer dress gently rippling against her thighs in the soft breeze that surrounded her.

But that wasn’t all. Her nails had turned into claws, and her usually dark expressive eyes had taken on a dark purple tint. The veins in her throat crept up into her face like rivers beaming with a purple light under her skin.

But that haunted look in her expression was their undoing.

She threatened to drop the entire stone structure that would kill them all and she didn’t know how to stop herself from doing that. The fearful look in her eye told them she didn’t know how to control this power she had unleashed.

She was scared and that look in her eye tore them to shreds. Nothing mattered more to them than having her in their arms, protecting her. They had to do something before she released the massive rocks above their head, killing them all.

Fuck.

They didn’t care about themselves. They cared only about her, and even if she survived it, once the roof caved in, her father would be dead and the thought of their mate living with that kind of guilt for the rest of her life churned their gut.

“Farren,” Duncan said but then something changed. He swung his head toward his brother and Ashton had the same look on his face.

They couldn’t get her scent anymore but there was something else they picked up on. Their sons. In her belly. And when her father shouted that she was pregnant, through the haze of whatever spell she was under, if it was a spell, she penetrated their eyes with her gaze, looking for confirmation.

Their mate was pregnant with twin boys.

Seeing her struggle in confusion and terror ripped their hearts out. Never had they felt so helpless in all their lives.

Farren.

They called her name, promising her it would be okay. Flooding her thoughts with their own and not even sure they were getting through to her.

With an effort that came at a colossal cost to her, her growls simmered as she seemed to concentrate all her power into putting the roof of dagger-edged boulders back in its place.

Depleted,she looked ready to collapse. They charged toward her, determined she wouldn’t hit the ground.

“Stop.” Her father, Kinsley, still chained to the wall by his ankles, strained forward to stand between her and them. He held his hand out to them. “Stop,” he shouted again. “She’ll kill you.” He turned to help her up.

Kinsley’s words delayed them by a few seconds and by that time she was already on her feet, shaky but okay.

“Farren.”

“Alphas,” she said weakly. They ignored her father who still stood between them, shouting that she would kill them.

They reached for her, but the instant they touched her, their hands on her body, they were sent sailing through the air. They crashed into the merciless rock walls. The force of her power would leave bruises on their bodies.

What the fuck was going on?

They rose, snarling as their natural instinct to protect themselves kicked in.

“I don’t know…” Farren cried, looking at her hands, at her father then back at them, horrified at what she had done. She closed the distance between them, her arms stretched out. “I’m sorry. I—”

“Farren, don’t,” Kinsley shouted. “Every time you touch them you poison them a little more.”

She stopped in her tracks. A hollowed, disbelieving look in her eye as she swung her attention to her father.

Fuck.

“Farren, it’s true. Trust me,” Kinsley said softly.

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