Reckless Souls (Saints Academy, #1)(61)

eyes, and create the energy that seemed to surge around her as she left. The tone of her voice was off,

her general energy seemed different, and not to mention the fucking door shut without her touching it,”

he explains, almost supporting his case.

“Let’s not forget Xander’s eyes were amber before we even left the room,” Adonis adds, and I’m

taken aback in surprise with the knowledge. I know it happened a time or two when my wolf was

close to the surface, but no one else has ever mentioned it.

“So it’s as if they were both encouraging some kind of energy between each other?” Khaos asks,

leaning on the wall right where I took Rhea as Zen agrees.

“Yes, I think so.”

“That could explain a lot,” Khaos mumbles in response, while the three of us wait expectantly for

him to continue. As if sensing the questions in the air, he sighs, his eyebrows knitting together as he

thinks. “Halloween. I felt like I was fighting the vampire blood inside of me, the hunger burning deep

in my soul, which had me desperate to sink my teeth into her skin and fucking change her into a

vampire already.”

Shock radiates through my body at his revelation.

“But the suppressors in place mean vampires and shifters can’t turn others until they’re twenty—

five,” Adonis murmurs with a frown, and Khaos scoffs again. The suppressor stops it from being

possible to change someone, while also dulling the need, but apparently not in this case.

“I fucking know that, but I just didn’t care. Then you guys showed up and broke the moment. I’ve

been fighting the urge to get her right back where I want her ever since.” The way he says it, I can’t

decide if he’s happy with that fact or not, his jaw ticking.

Adonis looks from me to Zen, then Khaos to Zen, and back to me and Zen. His brows knitting

closer together with every sweep of his eyes, before he settles his gaze on Zen, a flicker of

enlightenment twinkles in his eyes. “You don’t think…”

“I’m not sure,” Zen whispers back, rubbing his jaw as he seems to think and assess us. “But if

they just did what he said they just did…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, which only serves to piss me off, but before I can say anything,

Adonis continues like Khaos and I aren’t even here. It’s like a private conversation between Adonis

and Zen and we’re eavesdropping.

“How do we find out?” His voice is firm, determination flashing on his face as he regards me.

“Find out what?” I blurt, swinging my arms out wide. I hate being left in the dark, and they’re

ruining my fucking afterglow bliss with all this vague bullshit. “Just fucking spit it out.”

“Adonis,” Zen warns as Adonis cuts the distance between us, but he pays him no attention as he

comes to a stop right in front of me. Toe to toe, we’re so close our noses could touch.

“Rhea Harrington is mine,” he declares, the glint in his eyes says he’s goading me, my wolf

immediately rising to the surface as I glare at him.

“You don’t get to fucking say that. Not yet, not like me,” I find myself hissing back without

thought, my hands clenching at my side. My heart is racing with anticipation, my wolf making his

presence known beneath the surface. All sense of calmness I felt moments ago completely obliterated.

“I can say and do whatever the fuck I want, asshole, and I say, Rhea. Is. Mine.”

My hands lift, pushing at his chest for him to step back, and he does, eyes wide in surprise as my

strength seems to increase, but I need the distance between us.

Where the fuck did that sense of power come from?

Lifting my hands to my face, I try to take a calming breath, but it’s pointless. This fucker has

angered my beast, my soul, and I can’t control the fury swirling inside of me. It’s a losing battle trying

to control my emotions.

“Adonis, what the fuck, you idiot? Xander, you need to calm down,” Zen orders.

“His eyes are amber again,” Khaos almost sings like he’s enjoying the drama unfolding before

him. He’s just as stupid as the demon for pushing me.

“Fuck off, Zen. I mean it. Rhea. Is. Mine.” The smirk that immediately graces his lips after he

claims her, has my wolf begging to be released and eliminate the competition.

My mind, body, and soul can’t take those words from his mouth again. “Stop fucking pushing,” I

bite out through gritted teeth, but he repeats it again, the words heavy in my mind as I finally snap.

Pain radiates through every inch of my body as I crouch, and an almighty growl burns up my throat

and rips past my lips. The pounding in my ears is excruciating as I squeeze my eyes shut.

Anger.

Rage.

Fury.

All the same, but they're all I can feel.

Trying to blink past the crimson red that fogs my vision, I pause when I hear Zen speak.

“Holy fuck.”

But when I open my eyes, that’s all I can seem to do. I can’t feel anything, not my hands on my