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Owned by the Alphas 2: Claimed by the Alphas

Brax's fangs graze my skin before they sink into my thigh. I cry out, Kai's fangs burying in my breast while Derik pierces the flesh of my neck. I moan as their toxin keeps the storm raging, my body hot. "More," I breathe. Saved from her father's betrayal, Lorelai is happy to be back in her alphas' arms-and their beds. Three alphas means three times the pleasure, but also three times the risk. What happens if she isn't their fated mate? Thrust into a war she never wanted, Lorelai must fight for her baby, her family-and her alphas' hearts.
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Chapter 2

We had cut her off a few times, but she always slipped past, and it was infuriating every time.

"So the pack can search the areas."

"No, Little Luna. We may need the pack numbers to get this beast unlocked and pulled through to this realm. We will lose time, and Adrenna will get further ahead, possibly closer to Silas, but once the beast is unleashed, that won't matter."

I dropped my jaw. "And what if she makes it to Silas?!" I demanded. My patience and willingness to understand anything that wasn't moving forward was non-existent at this point.

"She has been leading us on a hunt, one she is enjoying, so until we make it boring for her, I'm guessing she will keep entertaining herself. She's not an idiot, Spitfire; once she hands over that baby, Silas could very well decide she has lost her usefulness too," Brax said as Enzi started fussing.

I approached her, smiling softly at her perfect face before pulling her from him. I tucked her into my chest, and she turned straight into my chest, nuzzling for her breakfast. I smiled and undid my vest to feed her.

She suckled easily as Derik came in, bathed and dressed. He kissed my forehead before looking over the map.

"How's the city? Have the vampires made a move?" Derik asked.

Kai shook his head. "No sightings. They've left them alone so far. The wolves covering the human scent seems to be working against the bloodlust. Galen and Cain have things managed. Pearl is heading the humans," Kai explained.

Pride bloomed in my chest for how far my mom had come.

I think a certain werewolf elder may have influenced that, but it still made me smile. She was training, keeping the humans trained. They were learning to fight with the wolves, instead of against them, and maybe that would give us a chance against the vampires.

Maybe it wouldn't, but I had to cling to the hope that it would, or I wouldn't survive the days in the snow, hunting a witch who had stolen my son.

My magic flexed inside me, and I soothed it. I wanted to lash out too, burn the world down to find him, but I couldn't if it risked Enzi and my alphas. The pack, my mom. They were my family, one I had wanted for my entire life.

I had to make sure we all came out of this shit with our lives.

"Has anyone spoken to Silas? Heard from him since the border? He must've had a reason for this," I said. I was not comforted by the silent treatment he was giving us. It was like he was waiting, preparing for something we had no hope of surviving.

Or he was using the wait as a mind game. He did enjoy those. Just as Adrenna enjoyed fucking with us.

"No. He's silent. He's refusing the witches' call too, according to Tabby," Kai spat.

The vamps were fucking with his head more than the others because of the past.

"When will Tabby be here?"

"She didn't say." Brax scowled, and I had to admit, that hit a nerve with me too.

I looked down at Enzi feeding, touching her soft face, reaching my shadows inside her lightly to see how she and her brother were feeling today.

He was warm, not hungry, which I'm sure Adrenna must've been using magic for.

Or Enzi was keeping him fed through her. He was feeling the connection more today though, his need for me and the alphas growing.

His wolf was restless, needing the pack, and I hated that I could do nothing but soothe him through Enzi. It wasn't enough; I wanted to hold him, to comfort him, to feel him at my breast, in my arms. Tears stung in my eyes as frustration consumed me.

I pulled back before it tainted him and gritted my teeth. Brax was with me then, kissing me, wiping a stray tear away.

"I feel him too. We'll find him, and she's not hurting him. They need him alive, and we have to be grateful for that right now," he reassured, but it wasn't enough.

Enzi unlatched, and I did myself back up. I put her on my shoulder to tap the wind out of her before going to the table with the map.

Our camp was next to the cliff edges I had seen in my vision. It was on the edge of the water area and the border of the vamp area.

I had searched all over the cliffs, going so far in every direction to try to catch a scent, but the snow still covered the ground. It covered Adrenna's footsteps, and I was pretty sure she was using magic to lead us in circles.

I tried to contradict her with my own magic, but I was still lending mine to the wolves as much as possible to keep them tame with the humans. I think she knew I didn't have as much to spare and was banking on it-a fact that made every day even more frustrating.

It was always dark, always cold; winter made the hunt harder, but we were all just as determined. So we stayed, every day following another dead-end Adrenna trail, searching, hoping to catch her before she got to Silas.

I was over it. I needed to get my hands on her, to feel like we weren't wasting every damn minute. But that's all it felt like at the moment.

"And the wolves patrolling the camp, no signs of vamps?" I checked, despite having already checked and knowing that anything that went wrong would come up in the link for everyone. The alphas stayed silent; they knew I didn't need an answer.

The thing I needed was my son back, and that seemed to be constantly out of reach

-unless I went straight to the source: Silas.

"No," Kai bit out, but I growled at his authoritative tone with me. If I wanted to go and kill that asshole while I still could, then I fucking would.

"He's saying no because Silas is too strong for you, Spitfire. Especially with Adrenna. We have to take this one step at a time, or they will win," Brax said. His shadows moved inside me to soothe mine, taming them out of the anger and darkness they were being lured to.

It was dangerous to be feeling so much anger all the time, feeding my shadows that, instead of the other safer emotions. It was showing, and I was trying, but I had never felt pain like the one that was settled so firmly in my chest.

Like a hole, constantly bleeding into me with nothing to stop it except Zale in my arms. Then I could fix whatever I broke trying to find him. Until then, I would stop at nothing.

"Then what can I do before Tabby gets here? Because if I have to sit around and wait, then I'll go crazy."

"Take a breath. Once that beast is out, it will go straight for Adrenna. We need to be ready to track it to her. Her magic doesn't work on it; the witches made sure of that.

But Tabby said it would not be easy getting it out. Magic comes with a price, and you have to be ready to pay it; we all do," Derik explained.

I nodded, determined to do what I had to. "I will. Did she say what we would have to do?"

"Not yet. She said she'll discuss it when she gets here."

"Did she say why?" I huffed.

I was trying to be grateful that she had gone to the witches in the first place and gotten the information we needed, but I was wearing thin on patience and gratitude. It had already been four days, which was four days too long.

"Unfortunately not," Derik sighed, and I clenched my jaw to keep from lashing out.

"She's here, the witch is here," Tatum announced, peering into the tent. I sucked in a breath, tension filling the tent as we waited for her to be shown to us.

Tabitha hobbled in seconds later with a smile and her cane tucked in her hand. She wore a purple knitted shawl over her coats, with her cowl over her graying hair. I smiled at her and walked forward to hug her.

She returned the gesture, not too tightly since Enzi was between us. Tabby's eyes went straight there.

"Oh, this one is going to be trouble. Our little secret winter born, hmm?" she teased.

Enzi stared up at Tabby, her eyes full of wonder.

"She's our only connection to Zale at the moment. Adrenna has me locked out of his mind, but through the shadows, I can still feel him," I said.

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