The Dark Ones Book 3

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Rachel Van Dyken

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Rachel Van Dyken

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Compagni riluttanti Drammatico Lupi mannari e mutaforma Vero compagno Fantasy e paranormale Differenza di età Angeli e demoni Vicinanza forzata

In a world where immortals and humans coexist, Alex, a male siren, is thrust into a perilous journey of survival and love. Rescued from his abusive parents by mysterious immortals, Alex must navigate a complex web of power, desire, and duty. As he is forced to choose a human mate to strengthen his race for an impending war, he encounters Hope, a woman with a hidden past and a crucial role in the fate of their world. Together, they must confront ancient prophecies, dangerous enemies, and their own tumultuous emotions to save their people and themselves.

Prologue

Book Three: Dark Surrender

‘Never met a male siren before? You’re about to… I grew up as a prince and led the life of a King. There isn’t anyone or anything that doesn’t want me, that isn’t attracted to me.’ ‘They can’t help it. And I sure as hell don’t want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.’ ‘What I’m not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries, but I have a world to save, a job to do.’

Alex

Rome

48 AD

“He’s a bastard!”

I was used to the word.

It was tossed in my face during every waking moment that I saw my father, though he wasn’t my father by blood.

One look was all it took.

He was ugly.

Wearing his sin and darkness on the outside, like a cape wrapped around his body, his every step was cloaked with a heaviness of despair as if one faulty stumble would cause his overly large body to fall to the earth, cracking the marble floor in half with a resounding slice.

He limped toward the balcony, my mother followed, her ever-present smirk in place.

She was horrible.

A disgusting human being who fed off others’ pain the way that most humans were taught to feed off love.

She manipulated.

And she was good at it.

It was why the immortals cursed her with me.

I was a curse.

Though, at the time, she had thought I was a blessing, it made sense after all, the immortals blessing the most beautiful of the Emperor’s wives with a son who was prettier than most males should be.

As I walked through halls of gold, males and females alike stared at me with wide-eyed curiosity. I needed only to look at them and know that they wanted me in every physical way possible.

I never acted on it.

They weren’t worthy of my love.

Nobody was.

And sharing my body with a human would mean love, wouldn’t it?

Nobody had taught me about love.

Except my best friend.

A serving girl.

She’d held my hand.

And even though I was a bastard— I was royalty.

And she’d dared to touch me.

So my father slit her throat.

Blood still stained the dagger he held in his hands. My mother thought it funny. “Claudious, really, she was just a girl.”

“No girl will touch him.”

“And men?” At nineteen, I knew I was stronger than my father, but he’d purposely not allowed me to fight, worried that it would ruin my perfection.

And since my perfection held people at arm’s length, since they feared the rumors were true, that I was touched by immortality, that kept him powerful.

“Am I to have any of them?”

His face turned a splotchy red. I could hear his disgusting thoughts as clear as day; he warred within himself, unable to control the fact that even his own blood called for me.

Because of what I was.

Perfection.

My blood promised him everything.

He jerked his attention away from me and onto my mother. “I will ask you once and for all, who sired him?”

She smirked, “And I’ve always answered the same, have I not, your grace? He is of immortal blood. A man with black and red hair and shining armor of gold lay with me. He was beautiful, he tasted like cider, and when we joined, it was the most—”

He slapped her across the face sending her body against one of the golden walls.

“Mother.” I ran to her, but she held up a shaky hand.

Frowning, I stopped. Why did she never want me to touch her?

And then, I allowed myself to hear her thoughts of jealousy.

Of her own son.

Of my beauty and how hers paled in comparison.

Love.

I wondered often, what that word meant as I glanced back at the slave girl. Was it this feeling of pain in my chest whenever I thought of the life that had been stolen from her? Or was it more?

It had to be more or men would not fight wars.

“Alexander.” My father seldom spoke my name aloud, but when he did, he uttered it as though he were conjuring spirits.

Sometimes, it felt like he was, as though I were evil—like there was something brewing beneath the surface of my skin, burning, clawing to break free. My greatest fear was that he was right and one day, I’d reach my full power and let it.

“Kill her.”

“What?” I jerked back as my entire body shook with rage. “I will do no such thing.”

“Hah!” My father gave a thunderous laugh.

“Do you think she cares for you? She’s a selfish bitch, who would have strangled you as a babe had I not saved your life… oh, do you not know?

“Your own mother tried smothering you with a pillow when you were two months old. She knew it was getting impossible to hide your beauty from me, she knew I would discover her treachery. But then she realized how transfixed people were in your presence and used you as a pawn.”

He took a breath. “Kill her, or I kill you.”

I had never been told I was immortal. I simply knew it.

But I didn’t want to test the knowledge. The last thing I needed was to test the gods or worse, anger them.

So I did nothing.

I never did anything.

“Alexander.” My father spoke my name like a curse, his voice low and venomous. “Kill her now.”

“You want her dead?” I started walking away. “You do it.”

Love.

What was love?

I didn’t feel the blade enter my body, but I did see it poking out through my stomach in all its metallic shining glory.

“Valeria!” My father shouted in outrage.

“Die, you demon!” my mother hissed in my ear, jerking the knife from my stomach while simultaneously shoving me to the ground.

I bled as any human would.

But my blood was not red.

It was silver.

“Guards!” My father’s yell shook the palace walls. “Kill them both!”

I turned and held up my hands—it was protective, the instinct to live. Wasn’t it for all beings?

The world around me froze as if I’d just stopped time. The sound of wings grew louder and louder until I almost had to cover my ears. As it was, my eyes squeezed shut of their own accord.

“Found him,” a smooth voice sighed as if disappointed. “He’s been stabbed, but he’ll live.”

“I’ll live?” I repeated. “That sounds promising.”

My eyes fell to a man over seven feet tall; he had dark hair and blue eyes. Standing next to him was another man with green eyes and fangs where normal teeth should be.

“Immortals,” I breathed.

“Welcome to the club,” a gruff voice said behind me. “And no, we aren’t making T-shirts.”

“T-shirts?” I repeated. “What is a T-shirt?”

“I should have never revealed that future,” another voice interrupted; this one was stronger than the others, and when I turned I knew immediately why.

He was an angel.

His purple wings spread out across the room, their span so wide they nearly touched each wall.

The flapping increased as the purple feathers turned bright red then shuddered as the blood around us disappeared into thin air.

“Time to go, Alex.” One of the gruffer men who looked more beast than human grabbed me.

“It’s Alexander,” I corrected in my haughty prince-like voice.

“Eh, I’m gonna go ahead and go with Alex, Alexander’s too much of a mouthful.”

“Mouthful?” What were these words they used? I understood nothing, but I knew I needed to go with them. That my future was not here, perhaps it never had been.

The burning beneath my skin increased as I clenched my teeth and waited for what would come next, either my death, or my purpose. I was ashamed to admit I was afraid of both.

The angel whistled and then tilted his head back as his eyes rolled white, and then I knew nothing but warmth.

It was the first time in my life I’d felt safe.