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Alexander entered the any-paneled, twenty-thousand-volume library with a newly acquired speed that he reviled In the co weeks, he would seewith the ht darkened his mood

For a century now, he and his brothers had lived unfettered a the two species was the brothers&039; need for blood But everything had changed He could no longer walk in daylight, and though he had escaped the bonds of a Breeding Male&039;s debauched and violent future, he would soon be hit with the irresistible need to find his true mate--the one he was destined for, the one who bore histhe spiral staircase from the second level, several ancient tomes in his arms

"Fuck you, Luca"

"How is she, Alexander?" Nicholas asked The tall, black-eyedmetal desk, his head partially obscured by his coh as steel" The bright light from the chandeliers burned Alexander&039;s retinas and he diestion from his mind "She doesn&039;t want to be here"

"Can you blame her?"

Alexander stalked across the roo to fear frohtly

"I just want to help her"

"Even if it&039;s against her will?"

"If I must"

"This isn&039;t 1875, Alexander," Nicholas said "Females don&039;t take kindly to males who tell them what they want or what they et it"

"Shehis laptop off the coffee table "But she&039;s also a physician and thoughtful, and she lanced up "Yes, but clearly she doesn&039;t want to do it here"

"Well, unfortunately, she must" Alexander stabbed at the power button on his co a human in the house and they all knew it

Sara should be with her own kind, under the care of a huo She had saved hi life to do soand he owed her

A lol fro up "What?"

"You told her e are," Lucian said

"Yes"

"Goddammit!" Lucian dropped his books on the desk The impact sent a cloud of dust into the air

"She knew," Alexander told him

"Bullshit," Lucian retorted "You told her so you could keep her Now her mind will be deeply imprinted"

Alexander&039;s eyes narrowed, but he didn&039;t move froo through , but she could never have known--"

"Enough," Nicholas said calmly, still focused on his computer screen "What&039;s done is done The woman must stay here now But once she&039;s well, Alexander, you&039;re going to have to clean--"

Alexander interrupted "I&039;e her s are different now" Nicholas turned his screen so he could see his brother

"What do you mean?"

"You&039;re a morphed male, Duro You can clean a human&039;s htened "Good Problem solved"

"Yes, luckyaside one issue to deal with another "So, speaking of my newly acquired morphed status, what have you found out?"

"Not much," Nicholas admitted He shook his head, frustrated "I&039;ve contacted a few of our re peers in the Eternal Breed who are outside the credenti--first with a location request for the huet away this afternoon, and second, for infor before their tiet back to ourfah it were poison on his tongue Even after a hundred years of separation, of freedom from their kind, the three of thehtmare that was their abusive adolescence

Nicholas shook off the loo in those old books?"

"I focused on the history of the breed, thinking this could be genetics" Lucian shrugged "Our father, who he was-- what he was--maybe we&039;re all destined to reach maturity before our ti enough to tell us if we should expect anything out of the ordinary in this department"

It was a despised and avoided subject for the three of the Male as their father, their common link But now the questions were there Their father had been a paven of purest blood whose genetic code and structure had been altered hundreds of years ago by the Eternal Order He and two others had been given the ability to inate at will and decide the sex of the balas, in order to repopulate one sex or the other in times of dire necessity Alexander sniffed with derision It had been hailed as a genius htrew more like uncontrolled animals, desperate to rut and feed The Order had been forced to cage theht them out only to service the veanas, the Pureblood females, ere forced by their faress, for breed survival, Alexander recalled with a sneer And yet the stig their father&039;s sons had only made him and his brothers outcasts to their peers, watched specimens to observe and test by the Order, and reviled by their ownhis credenti that hothis focus back on the present, Alexander continued to grill Lucian on the texts "Have you found any evidence of genetic predisposition?"