The clock ticked, hours passed but no eye blinked. Easton was beside his mate, scooping him in his arms. Blake is yet to regain his consciousness, he has been sleeping from last night and almost half the day. It was about four in the evening and everyone including Ezra, Duncan, Tib, and Derek, was in the room. No one in the room has left his side or has slept. The silver wounds on the alpha's wrist were treated with at most gentle care and were done by Easton. The older alpha did not let anyone get close to his mate. Even Christopher was observing everything from afar.

The approaching night was the reason for the possessiveness. Duncan too, had Ezra sit in his lap, while he glared at the lone man, Tib, who was probably the only man sleeping with his hand tonight. Tib ignored the dirt glares and cursed himself for being stuck between these bunch of horny and overprotective wolves.

Easton stroked Blake's head and removed the nighty black hair from his face, looking blankly the man. He looked peaceful sleeping like this but that scared Easton a lot. Even knowing that Blake was not under any dangerous drug was not helpful, he on the edge, always anxious and everyone knew that would continue until the younger alpha opens his brown orbs. The older one held Blake's hand, playing with his fingers and counting them.

This instance brought him back to the day when Blake got drunk and called Easton an alien because he didn't have those 10 fingers that Blake did. A smile crawls on his face as he kisses the back of his mate's hand. "Please, wake up" his voice breaks as he clutches the hand tightly. "Please" he kisses the hand again.

The bond gave him the reassurance like Tib did, yet again he was uneasy about Blake.

"Stop glaring Duncan, I'm afraid you will bore a hole in my gifted head" Tib comments upon feeling Duncan's eyes poking in his skull.

"Then don't seductively glance at my mate" Duncan intensely says with eyes glowing protectively.

"He is not looking at me, Duncan" Ezra interrupts.

"Exactly!" Tib looks thankfully at Ezra.

"He just DID!" and Duncan catches that and points his finger at the half-vampire, accusing him.

"Oh my goodness" Tib groans standing up from his chair and walking to the oldest alpha. He sits next to Easton instead of the huge place beside Blake. He did not opt for a death wish today, so no. "He will be fine" he assures patting the man on the shoulder. Easton pays him no mind and kept holding his mate dearly. Tib rolled his eyes and walked out of the room to be back after his works were done.

The older alpha closes his eyes, his lips fixated on the back of his hand. He had gathered himself not to cry like he is used to doing all the time now, after Blake's arrival. Blake has become his weakness and it was not hidden from anyone.

His eyes snap open when he finds movement under his hand. "Blake?" he perks up and moves closer to his mate finding the younger alpha looking back at him with dreamy eyes. The younger alpha stretches his body lazily, bending Easton a bit as he was still holding Blake's hand.

"Ummmmm" he yawned and looked around to find three pairs of eyes gawking at him with round eyes like owls. "HOLY SHIT-" he scurried in his bed covering himself with the blanket, pulling his hand from his mate's. "Don't scare me first thing in the morning!" he yells, his breath getting heavy from the shock.

"This is not morning" Ezra comments in a monotone pulling away Duncan by the collar. "We will be on our way, brother" he informs Easton and walks out of the room without listening to what Duncan had to tell. Blake looks confusingly towards the door and then at his mate who engulfs him instantly taking his breath away.

Christopher pats the older alpha on the shoulder and smiles regretfully at his son. "I will be back tomorrow" he informs stroking Blake's head, of course after Easton's permission.

Blake stays put with furrowed brows as slowly his memories get clear. He understands the situation and hugs his mate back with stress coated with a lot of affection flowing through their bond. "I'm sorry" Easton mumbles embracing his mate more dearly. "I am very sorry" he apologizes. Blake gets confused as to why his mate is been sorry for something his mother had done.

The younger alpha pulls back to find the strong alpha who was gathering himself from crying weeping desperately. Blake cups his mate's face immediately reading it like a book. "This was not your fault, Easton" he coos the mate but Easton shakes his head denying it.

"I- Because- I am-" he tried telling the younger alpha that he was the reason for Blake's state because he was just there to ruin people's life. "First Duncan-" he breaks down and the other alpha knew what was coming.

"No!" he hugs the man again. "It is not because of you" he repeats patting the alpha on the back. "It is my mother's fault. She kidnapped me and put me out there. You had no idea about it, Easton"

"I could've just not let you go in the first place" Easton argues. If only he could stop Blake from stepping out yesterday. If only he would have understood what his dream meant.

"But, I was the one that wanted to go back home, remember?" Blake argues back. But, was Easton in a place to listen? No. He blamed everything on himself and that was right in his eyes. He was guilty because he couldn't take good care of his mate and everything turned out like this. He was the only one to blame.

The thought kept running on Easton's mind, again and again, ignoring whatever Blake had to say. It was from the worse from the last self-blame attack Easton had when Duncan went missing. Maybe because it was his mate this time. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he repeated on and on that panicked the younger alpha. With the thought of undertaking this issue some other time, Blake puts an end to the session.

"But- But Easton, look I am not hurt, am I?" Blake smiles honestly. In reality, Blake was not really hurt apart from his arms and ankles. Even that didn't hurt any worse. "I am all good, baby" he smiles genuinely, which relaxes the older alpha a bit. "I am fine" he continues reassuring the alpha that he was all good and healthy.

"I-" Easton opens his ceased mouth to talk but Blake stops him.

"Shhh...." he shuts him up with his fingers. "I am hungry" he pouts childishly which makes the older alpha realize that Blake has been out for such a long time so of course, he was hungry.

"Oh yes, I will just fix you something" Easton stands up in a second forgetting all his regrets and guilts. The older alpha walks out of the room and then takes the stairs while Blake stares at his mate's back. This is going worse day-by-day, he thought while resting his head on the headboard of their bed.

"He needs to stop blaming himself for everything that happens"

He has been in a habit of taking everything and everyone under his responsibility and then taking the blame for every unfortunate situation.

Kai comments.

"Hmmm... there was absolutely not his fault in yesterday's events" Blake frames to which Kai agrees promptly.

The alpha moves in his bed and then steps down from the bed. He hisses a bit in pain when the ankle contrasts upon standing. Nevertheless, he regains his posture and moves around to look at the new room. Though he has been here just yesterday and had a lot of fun right in this bed, he never got a chance to properly greet the four walls that were meant for him and his mate.

The walls were covered with a lot of pictures, the middle being the main area which was covered with the portraits of Blake and Easton, and in most of them, Easton is been looking somewhere else while Blake clicked them. The younger alpha laughed remembering the events when the photographs were taken. Easton hated to be pictured and it was Blake who secretly snapped them. But, looking at the wall now seems like it wasn't "secret" all this time.

The younger alpha's eyes shift from those bunch to the right which had all the pictures of him starting right from his first birthday. "What the-" it shocks him to look at the pictures of him which barely had any photogenic essence to it. They were all random and wrong-timed. Like in one, Blake had his mouth stuffed with a cream bun, his lips surrounded with crumbles of it while he held a new one in another hand. "Oh, my goddess" he groaned knowing that Easton must've manipulated his father in getting these pictures of him. "That shit" he cursed.

His eyes snap to the other side where there were pictures of all the family members, starting from Christopher to Elena, Knights, and Jensen's with an additional portrait of Duncan beside Ezra's. It brought a smile to Blake's face upon the sweet gesture. Easton was indeed a very family-oriented man and he loves that about him. And the fact that there was a picture of Cora made him feel weak.

He looks away feeling the hurt upon seeing his mother's face. Even after all her doings, Blake has thought she might change when she received everything he deserved. He wanted to tell her that he still loves her. But, now he couldn't possibly think it would work. She indeed took him to the Christian, for whatever reasons.

Blake shrugs away and gently walks out of the door, then to the kitchen through the stairs. He finds Easton sizzling some chicken cutlets on one of the stoves while he measured the water for making some rice. As the younger alpha walked closer he found a bowl of prepared fruit salad sitting on the left with a lot of strawberries.

A stupid and whipped smile covers the plump lips, as he tip-toes to his mate. Easton chuckles to himself at the possible try of his mate to fool him while smelling like a delicious buffet, he wanted to devour.

"Boo!" Blake says with intent to surprise his mate. Easton smirks and lazily turns around and mouths an "oh". Blake sulks and pushes the other by the arm. "Tch. You are no fun" he complains.

Easton laughs and snuggles into his mate's touch when the younger alpha creeps his hand from the back onto his toned abs. "What are you making?" Blake peeks from above Easton's shoulder.

"Some rice, it will give you the right amount of iron, you haven't eaten any good for past whole day" Easton remarks going all serious. "And chicken for some protein" he adds. "The fruit salad with lots of strawberries, 'cause you love it"

"That's it?" Blake mocks. The menu was more than enough. Blake would be so full and passed in no time but the seriousness on his mate's face made Blake want to tease him.

"You want to eat something else? I can make it" Easton suggests parking up.

"I want to" Blake whispers biting the earlobe right next to his mouth. "I want to eat you" he licks the lobe seductively.

Easton gulps down his raging desires and overlaps his hands onto Blake's. He removes his mate's hands from his torso and turns in his hold. "That should wait, Blake. Not today" the older alpha comments before walking away to make the dining table.

Blake's brows furrow upon the response. "What do you mean?" the younger alpha asks.

"You are still sick-"

"No, I am not!"

"Blake, listen to me" Easton warns.

"No, Easton. You listen to me. We mated a day ago, and usually, newly mated pairs don't leave the fucking bed for a whole damn week" Blake complains.

It wasn't his fault that he was feeling tingly inside, was it? He wanted to keep touching his mate, very intimately and Easton's sweet gestures were only making the urge worst.

Easton knew what his mate told was right, werewolves were known to have longer mating periods. Though both the alphas were at it for many rounds, they had to stop after a point in time because Blake had to leave. Easton knew exactly well how the younger alpha felt, he was pent up too.

"Blake, I know. Just let this night pass. Please" Easton requests. It was going to be a full moon in less than an hour. When the clock strikes six, the wolves are going to lose it.

Only for this day, the army of werewolves, who did not find their mates yet or who have lost them, was ready but Tib invited a few of his "known" people to protect the place. Christian was going to be hard to handle. Especially on a day like this.

"What is it about this night?" Blake questions and it cleared the understanding that the little alpha knew nothing about today. He had no idea that it was soon going to be the night where wolves give in to their desires and let their body take over the mind.

"It's the full moon, Blake. We need to be careful and apart" Easton explains. And yet again, Blake had no idea why the hell was that the problem?

"Wasn't full moon supposed to be the night when you are supposed to fuck me nonstop?" There was no filter in his words. He was frustrated. Sexually and very much mentally.

"We are alphas, Blake. We lose our minds and I have hurt you enough, I can't do it anymore" he states. Easton was concerned about harming his mate due to his physical needs. "I will not be in the right mind and might- might mistreat you. So no, we are not doing it today"

Alpha werewolves were known to be "not so gentle" on this night and Easton was very rough, to begin with. So, the chances of Easton messing up Blake were very high.

"I don't mind-"

"I DO!" Easton yells, his patience running down which makes Blake jolt. The older alpha closes his eyes and nears the alpha. He cups Blake's face in between his hands and strokes his cheeks with all the love and affection he could gather. "I can't hurt you, Blake. Willingly or not, doesn't matter. I just can't" he kisses the alpha on the forehead and walks back to the table bringing Blake along with him.

"The food is ready, eat it and go rest in the room. It's going to six soon, please lock the door and do not open it. Please" Easton requests. Blake sits down with a blank face and eats the rest of the food in silence.

The gears in his mind kept turning but he didn't let out a word and finishes his food just to walk to the room and shut himself in.

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We are going back, Ezra. I want to be near Arion. Please.

Silver comments desperately. There was growing heat in the alpha's body.

"So do I but-"

"Oh, you are back?" Aurora asks watching Ezra walk into the house. It was almost six and he didn't want to be near Duncan and drag him some problem from his dad.

"Yeah" Ezra smiles at his mother. She looked as beautiful as ever. She was sitting in the living area watching some sports channel wearing loose sweat pants and Austin's shirt.

"Don't you have to be with Duncan?" she asks. Austin, like a good husband he was, told his wife about their child's mating and Aurora was beyond happy about it. She made some chocolate cookies, muffins, and whatnot in order to celebrate which they weren't edible but that's a different topic.

"Dad will not like it" the young alpha replies. Of course, after been busted last time, Duncan and Ezra were restricted to meet too often. Also, Austin had ordered the beta to lock away his lower half near his son or else..... well.

"And you?" the mother questions. Ezra looks at his mom with droopy eyes, he was already losing it. "Come here" she pats the place beside her on the couch. Ezra walks by and sits beside her. "Is he lousy in bed?" she questions making Ezra's eyes go huge.

"Mom!" he protests his cheeks flaming red.

"Listen here, Ezra. Your dad is just overprotective and dumb. You are eighteen now and have already got a wonderful mate. You don't have to be a perfect son, 'cause you already are" she says. "Easton was always a strict kid, he was born with a tie to his neck and a business smile" she jokes making the young alpha chuckle.

"Even he is melting now, he's changed, isn't he?" the young alpha nods his head in approval. "You don't have to be like him, Ezra. You idolize him, good enough but don't try to be him. Because you are you, it's okay to let loose and be dorky. And it's also okay to deny your father's orders, he won't remember anything today anyway" she comments making Ezra shy.

"So, go. It's going to six soon, your siblings are off to your grandma's, and your father and I need our time" she winks. Ezra makes a face and moves away.

"Gross, ma" he comments.

"What is? You are going to do the same, so leave now. Quick" she says with a smirk sitting on her lips.

"Stop. Eww" Ezra walks to the door.

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Tib was walking back and forth in his house, in a silk night robe. He, with others, was supposed to guard the pack tonight. It was really hard cracking the deal with the head of the convent for this night. Tib was rather anxious to meet the other side of the underworld to whom he hasn't shown his face in decades. However, the arrangements for the guests were made by Tib, himself.

He launched a stay right next to his place for a week. It was all luxurious and warlock-themed. Means all glittery and dramatic.

The bell chimed indicating the arrival of the guests and so did the powering aura he was feeling from inside. "Tiberius" the door flew open and a man in a proper blue tuxedo comes in with open arms. He throws himself at the half-warlock in an instant and embraces him tight enough with a promise of never letting go and breaking a bone or two.

"Bellamy" Tib greets back his comrade, by patting him on the back. He has not met the man in a century.

"Tiberius, tu- how have you been?" Bellamy pulls back to check for any harm that has happened to his best friend. The man's voice was laced with a thick French accent.

"I am fine" Tib assures.

"You sure?" he managed.

"Yep! All healthy" the half-warlock grins, not foreseeing what was there to come now.

A punch was delivered right at his jaw which was strong enough to dismantle it but then again, Tib was strong.

"Then you might have sent a letter or call about your well-being" Bellamy yells, the other warlocks in the room were just watching a usual scene with these two idiots. They were used to this before Tib left that world.

But, the baby wizards were the ones to be astonished to see the famous warlock they have been hearing about, getting beaten. "Ahem" he holds Bellamy's hands and turns his attention from his best friend to others.

"Thank you so much for coming all the way here" Tiberius greets them with gratitude. The warlocks look away with not much talk, Tib shows them the entrance for their stay and they walk away to the house.

"When do you plan to get out, Bellamy" Tib questions looking at the warlock spreading his territory on the sofa.

"Never?"

"Bellamy" Tib warns. Tiberius was kind of a lone person, he needed his space and with Easton and Duncan dropping by whenever they please was giving him a headache.

And Bellamy was a headache in himself.

A pop song booms on the television making Tib groan. Why was this happening to him? He hasn't blinked an eye for the last twenty-four hours. He needed sleep. The volume goes full and the man laying on the couch dance to the beats. Dance by laying.

Tib sighs and snaps his fingers to close the television in a second. "Bellamy. Out" he orders.

"No" Bellamy declines.