Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
If I controlled myself… If I kept the cage locked on my emotions…
But the pain and fear of losing her before I could truly call her mine was too much to bear.
Will I be doomed to fucking repeat the memory of her being in my arms for eternity?
Only to push her away…
Am I already falling into the endless void of insanity?
Another push on my consciousness tries to break through the darkness swirling through my very being. Another push of someone trying to end this vicious cycle of hell I’m trapped in.
Just as a hot splash of blood fills my mouth, Asher finally breaks through my madness.
The red fades to the sides of my vision.
A human man’s head is in my hands, and I want to smash the skull open on the pavement like a pumpkin.
“She won’t be fucking tainted forever, you stupid fucking twat! She’s not fucking dead!” Asher’s voice screams next to my ear.
My beast’s control weakens as that realization punches us both in the gut.
Asher’s right.
The human body, while fragile, can eventually filter out impurities in the blood. Fuck, we could give her dialysis from other humans, if we must.
“Silence your demon, Raph,” Asher urges. “Your future with Alena is not far off. You just need to quit being such an asshole.”
My brain is a fucking mess.
And I feel like a fucking hormonal teen when I think about that future ahead of me.
Rage, lust, and love all surge through my psyche.
But Alena’s safety is far more important than me raging around a city like an asshole who doesn’t get what he wants immediately.
Looking up at the overcast sky, I frown. “How long have I been out?”
“Twenty minutes or so,” Asher says, and motions to the building that’s directly in front of us.
“Ah,” I say, and the hatred in my soul intensifies.
There, standing before me in all its disgusting fucking glory, is a church of the Order.
Centering my mind, I stare at the building.
For what they’ve done, they deserve a reminder of who they’re fucking with.
Calming the fury that threatens to overwhelm me again, I look to Asher and focus on our own connection.
The blood link between Sire and Childe.
It’s still there, strong as ever.
The soul bond with Alena, though, is thin and fragile. And the faint echoes of pain and anguish I feel coming through it are all my fault.
If only I could strengthen the bond with my love alone.
I love her. I’ve always loved her.
Yet the word love seems pale and unworthy of what I truly feel. What I feel is so much more. Something my brain can’t find a word for…
Trying to push the emotion across our bond, I hit the block again. Something is keeping me separated from her.
And someone must pay for this cruelty.
Why not the fuckers who did it?
“They need to fear us again,” I say to Asher, and nod toward the church. “I want to see the dread and realization that they’re going to die on their faces.”
Asher frowns in thought. “It’s been a long time since we’ve done something like that.”
“It’s time to remind them who we are,” I growl viciously. “No better time than during the day when they think us vulnerable.”
Examining the massive iron doors at the entrance of the church, I’m reminded of the castles that existed during my youth.
“How long has it been since you stormed a castle?” I ask.
Turning to face me, Asher gives me a toothy grin. “Centuries.”
Racing as fast as my feet will carry me across the asphalt, I lower my shoulder and slam into the left door of the church.
Asher is not far behind, slamming through the right side.
The iron doors we burst through aren’t as weak as I originally thought. No, they’re quite dense and meaty.
It makes little difference, though, as I watch mine fly into the room and shatter a couple rows of wooden pews.
The door Asher hit flies even farther into the room and hits a praying parishioner.
“Fucking showoff,” I grunt at him.
All the commotion we just created is bound to get the attention of everyone inside the building.
I smell something so fucking familiar in the air, though.
I smell Mother here.
Or at least something very similar to her.
Asher freezes. He must smell her, too.
“It’s Chloe…” I say.
“No, she’s not here.” Asher’s nostrils flair as he takes a deep breath. “It’s not new blood.”
“What, in the good Lord above, are you doing?” screeches some old cunt of a nun.
“It’s time to sup, you fucking hag,” I smirk at her. “But I doubt you’ll be filling enough.”
All the pain, anguish, and misery of discovering my soulmarked is tainted plays like a symphony of wretchedness in my brain.
Red begins to cloud my vision.
The berserker wants to be free again. He wants to blindly destroy everything in his path.
But I can’t allow it.
Not this time.