TWISTED FATES BOOK 1: THE FIRST TWIST by Jacklyn Rogers (read after TXT) 📕

was shocked at Slade’s words. After all this time, his mate was nearby, and now she was in danger too. That certainly got Devon's attention. Slade had sensed their mate even though, for some reason, Devon had not. Immediately, Devon summoned Michael his Beta and Aiden his Gamma via mind-link. They had recently returned earlier to their respective suites on the same floor.

Without even knocking, Michael and Aiden rushed into the suite. They gave a quick nod in greeting once they stepped inside the bedroom where Devon stood. Devon had just finished changing out of his Charcoal grey Armani and suit into a pair of running shorts and a tight-fitting black tee. He started pacing the room, trying to calm both himself and his wolf. His emotions were in complete turmoil.

"What's up, Dev? Why the late-night rendezvous?." Michael asked his distraught friend and Alpha.

"We need to find Dasha. I don’t know how I know, but Slade is losing his shit; the female vampire Sammie is in danger."

Aiden rolled his eyes and acted as if he choked on air.

"Whoa, man, since when do we give a shit about vamps and if there's some kind of trouble? Shouldn't you be more worried about your girlfriend instead of some bloodsucker? I mean, don’t get me wrong, She’s definitely a hot piece of ass. I’d totally do her. Pretty sure little Mike got a boner when he saw h– "

Immediately Devon's large hand was clasped tightly around Aiden's throat, lifting him off the ground. "That vamp is my fucking mate!" Devon growled loudly, asserting his Alpha dominance.

"Holy shit! Sorry… what? That can’t be right … can it? I mean a werewolf and a blo-excuse me, Vampire as mates? That’s crazy, Dev."

Michael was quite taken aback by what Devon was asserting but kept his thoughts to himself for fear of angering his Alpha even more so.

Devon released his third in command and addressed both his pack members. He sighed and ran his hands through his thick hair in frustration.

"I don't get it either, but Slade is declaring that the female vampire Sammie is our mate and that she's in danger. We need to save h- "

AAAGGGHHHH!!

Devon howled and grasped his throbbing head, suddenly suffering from a piercing ache. Immediately his mind was bombarded with a multitude of images. It was as if a movie was playing in his mind's eye. The images were his memories but of another time. And at the center of them, all was a human Sammie Hunter. And she was his mate.

Devon's eyes became black, and his wolf howled in pain, a dark awareness dawning on him. He needed to protect Sammie from Dasha, and somehow, he knew exactly where they both were.

"We need to get to fucking roof now!"

He ordered as he bolted out the room, followed closely behind by his Beta and his Gamma.

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Jareth stared at the strewn corpses of the fledgling vampires in his wake. Each one either decapitated or adorning a bloody cavity in their chest where their heart once resided. As he wiped the blood from his cheek, a solemn clap began to resonate throughout the building. He cocked his head to the side regarding his newest guest.

Out of the darkness, a single figure emerged. It was a small child. A fledgling that couldn't have been more than ten years old when she was turned. Jareth regarded her petite form, her golden curls, and bright amber irises. To the untrained eye, this child wasn’t a deadly predator. Her innocent beauty camouflaged her true nature. But Jareth was aware of just how lethal she genuinely was.

"I apologize for my impertinence. It appears that I have squandered your delightful party guests. It seems that you have gravely underestimated my abilities, Dasha."

Dasha's voice resounded from the small vampire. "My, my, my you pathetic bloodsucker. Do you honestly think that I would waste my time worrying about a few cockroaches? No Jareth. Believe me, when I say the party's far from over. There are plenty more of those vermin waiting in the wings at my command, sweetheart."

"Then why aren't you unleashing them upon me? Hmm? As you can plainly see, I've barely broken a sweat, and you are only delaying the inevitable. I can easily dispose of these pests as well. So let's not dawdle any longer, shall we?"

"Jareth, you're correct in your assumption that I underestimated you. You have a great power that I find incredibly desirable. And to be honest, you’re appearance is such a feast for the eyes. One can only imagine how much of a beast you are in bed. No doubt, your talents are wasted on the likes of someone as pathetic as Sammie. How about the two of us make a deal."

Chapter 27

Sammie's POV

I noticed Dasha seemed to be tensing up even more than I would have expected. She stepped away, and to the untrained eye, it would have appeared that she was just standing there in silence. But I could tell she was, in fact, communicating with someone telepathically.

The question was, who?

Not that it actually mattered, considering I had more pressing issues to contend with at the moment. Like, how the fuck was I going to get out of the confines of these fucking chains. I know normally, Jareth and I would have been able to communicate, but mass quantities of Vervain were weakening me significantly. The bitch apparently thought of everything. My wrists were both slashed just enough so that there was a slow continuous flow seeping from both of their wounds. To make matters worse, an IV needle was inserted into my arterial vein, slowly pumping Vervain through my circulatory system.

Not trying to sound like a Debbie Downer, but currently, my situation wasn't looking so good. Honestly, if things continued this way for much longer, my survival chances seemed poorer and poorer.

Ish...

"So, tell me, Dasha ... is this all you got planned for me? Because gotta say, not that impressed. I mean, I