Her Brother, Her Mate

Simone POV

“She’s dying!” I wailed in Casey’s grip, fighting to go back into the room to save Mary. She can’t die. I won’t let anyone die because of me.

Parker and Alpha Jared rip past us, almost running right past the room with their momentum, pulling and fumbling over each other to slow and run into the room where Aiden allowed Mary to be tortured, where her body is still lying broken on the ground in a bloody heap.

I can’t get the image of the vampires’ tongues lapping and slurping at her torn flesh, feeding on her agony and b***d. Their l**t and hunger while inflicting so much pain on another being will haunt me for the rest of my life. If she dies, I will never forgive myself. What do I say to Parker and Carli if she dies because of my psychotic stalker? How do I face them or Alpha Jared ever again?

Darkness consumes that room in an unnatural way. The metallic scent of b***d hangs thick in the air, even out here in the hall. Aiden’s strangled cries and pleads for his life should scare me, but right now I’m more concerned about Mary, who is dying in that room at this very moment.

What feels like hours later, though I know it was merely seconds, Jared is carrying out Mary’s naked and broken body, cradling her gasping form to his chest as tears stream down his face.

I finally break free of Casey’s grip and run to them, desperate for some way to help her, though I know there is none. Not with the wolfsbane running through her veins.

Aiden deserves every single bit of pain and torture Vincent is giving him right now. I hope Vincent makes it last forever, leaving him on the cusp of life as burning agony floods every cell of his body.

“Can you save her?” I asked Parker desperately as Jared held Mary on the ground, rocking back and forth and crying into her torn neck.

Parker’s eyes are swimming in his own devastation. Mary is more his mom than Carli’s, and I can’t imagine how he must be feeling right now.

“I don’t know. I don’t know how. She can’t heal,” his voice breaks as he falls to the ground beside his parents, draping his shirt over Mary’s naked bloody body.

“Stay with me, baby,” Jared begged her, voice thick with emotion, “Please, Mary, stay with me.”

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I feel a delicate touch on my shoulder, power emanating through the fingers of the person standing directly behind me.

“Move, child,” the woman’s soft voice compels me to obey, my body moving to the side when all I want to do is drop down to the ground and beg Mary to stay alive.

The woman is breathtakingly beautiful. Her long black hair draped down in a velvety curtain past her waist, and her shadowed eyes were glowing crimson with immense power.

She kneels down in front of Jared and Parker, causing both of them to lift their heads in her presence. Surprise rims Parker’s face, but Jared’s holds nothing but pain and desolation.

“Allow me,” the woman croons, elongating her fangs and biting into her wrist. B***d streamed down her arm, drops falling to the ground at her elbow. She turns her wrist towards Mary’s face, lifting her eyes to Jared’s, waiting for permission. He nods slightly, rotating Mary in his arms to make her mouth more accessible.

The regal woman places her wrist to Mary’s lips, allowing her b***d to flow freely into Mary’s mouth.

Nothing is said, silence filling the space between us. No one even breathes as we wait to see what will happen.

Casey comes up from behind me and wraps his arms around my shoulders. I turned and buried my face in his chest, coating the front of his shirt in salty moisture. She can’t be too far gone. She can’t. This will kill Carli. Jared and Parker will never recover. Mary didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve any of this.

“If I finish this process, she will become one of my sires. She will need my b***d to survive for the rest of her life,” the woman warns Jared and Parker.

Sires. She must be Lady Delilah. That explains the massive power that radiates off of her in waves.

Parker looks at his father, pleading with him with his eyes for Jared to agree.

Jared bends down, places a tender k**s on Mary’s temple, then looks back at Lady Delilah, nodding, “Do it. Please. Just save her.”

Her eyes soften as she c***s her head to the side, “This will save her and damn her at the same time. She will belong to me. Her pull towards me will be stronger than her pull towards you. Are you okay with that?”

“I’m okay with anything as long as she lives,” he murmurs, gently tracing his mate’s face with the back of his hand before looking back up to Lady Delilah. “Please, do it. Save her.”

Lady Delilah lifted Mary from his arms, cradling her upright against her frame. She licks the open wound on her neck, the saliva sealing it with a sheen. She tilts Mary’s head further to the side, then sinks her fangs into the crevice on her shoulder and neck, right on top of Jared’s mate mark.

Instantly Mary’s eyes shot open, an agonizing scream leaving her bruised and swollen lips. Lady Delilah holds her firmly, her fangs remaining implanted in her skin. Jared and Parker both try to pull her away from the vampire, but soon Mary’s screams morph into euphoric g****s. A l**t-filled whimper leaves Mary a few seconds later and my eyes open wide in astonishment when I see all her wounds slowly mending themselves.

The gash on her neck is the last to seal itself, and Mary’s hand reaches up, pulling Delilah’s mouth more firmly to her neck.

My face reddens as Mary moves to straddle Lady Delilah, gyrating on her lap as the scent of her arousal mixes with the smell of her b***d in the air. I turned my face back into Casey’s chest, cupping my face to shield it from the awkward sight. Parker starts gagging, turning his back so he doesn’t have to see.

“That’s it, my Luna Mary. That’s it,” Lady Delilah croons to her like she is a child.

Casey’s chest vibrates with his laughter, “Wow. I’m so f*****g glad I didn’t react like that when your mate bit me. I don’t think my fat a*s could fit on his lap.”

Alpha Jared growls at Casey, making him laugh more.

“You should be glad. If you had his b***d in you when he bit you, you would have done the same,” Lady Delilah chuckled softly.

I turn my head back around and watch as Lady Delilah tries to pass Mary back to Jared, but Mary desperately clings to Lady Delilah’s neck, trying to pull herself back into her lap.

“So f*****g glad,” Casey mutters, slightly unsettled seeing the way Mary is reacting to Lady Delilah and not Alpha Jared.

I’m glad too. It would be so awkward watching my brother do that to Vincent.

“Is that all that’s needed? Could Vincent bite me if he fed me his b***d first?” I asked curiously.

Lady Delilah looked at me, contemplating her next words. “He could because of his lineage. If he was any further from being of pureblood, it wouldn’t work and his bite could kill you.”

“So, is she not my mate anymore,” Jared asks in a haunted voice, giving up trying to get Mary off Lady Delilah’s lap.

Lady Delilah’s face softens once again for Alpha Jared. “She is still your mate, Alpha. She is in a l**t similar to when a vampire feeds. Once the b***d settles in her body, she will return to normal, for the most part….”

“For the most part?” Casey was the one to ask.

Delilah nodded, tilting her head and looking down at Mary, smoothing her b***d-soaked hair from her face, “She will be like my mate too. She is now sired to me. She will forever feel a connection to me as I will to her,” she then looks up at Alpha Jared, “You should go and wrap things up with the men down the hall that made this necessary. By the time you are finished, she should be back to normal.”

Parker is the first to his feet, then he reaches a hand down and helps his dad up. Both men are now vibrating with anger and the urge to shift, focused on the havoc they are about to unfold on the vampires responsible for nearly killing Mary and violating her body in unforgivable ways.

“Need help?” Casey asks.

“No,” Parker’s dark tone chills me. It is so unlike that usual kind Alpha and friend I know. It’s lethal. It’s a side of Parker I’ve never seen. Both goliath men stride down the hall, shedding their clothes as they go.

Soon, the screams filling the building were almost more than I could bear. I tighten my hands against my ears, turn to bury my face back in Casey’s chest, but a colder, tingling grasp pulls me in its direction instead. Vincent.

I focus on my mate’s soothing scent and steady heartbeat, feeling safe in Vincent’s arms as our alphas finish redeeming the sins inflicted on Mary.