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He bursts out laughing and relish the sight. “I just have one question—maybe two.”

“What?” I grin.

“Do I get complete control? And should I wear my cowboy hat?” He grins devilishly.

“Yes, to both…Sir.” I bite my lip and eagerly await his first move.

Elijah doesn’t disappoint, ever.

Epilogue

Logan

The bass thuds beneath my feet and vibrates up my legs as I move through the club. I ignore the naked bodies around me and up on stage. I have nothing against sex clubs. I figure if you want to explore your pleasure in different ways, more power to you. The sweaty bodies swaying on the dance floor are nice to look at if I was in the mood, but I’m not here for that.

I left my brothers at the hotel—they don’t know where I am. I tried to leave them back home but they refused. We have so much to work out between us, but I have been avoiding it. That has been my coping mechanism—ignore it and it will go away.

Trust me, I know it’s not healthy.

When I close my eyes at night, I dream of being stuck in a cage, alone, cold, and ashamed. A prospective Alpha wouldn’t be in a cage.

I am not the man I used to be.

A lion’s mane is his pride. The longer it is, the more powerful his is in the pride. Before I was taken, I had the longest in thepack. When I was rescued, I shaved my head—I couldn’t shave my lion’s mane.

I didn’t deserve the distinction of being powerful.

I was weak.

I run my palm over my scalp. I might shave again. The stubble is getting longer.

I move around a couple with their hands in each other’s pants and walk past another couple having sex in a booth, the woman riding the man. Two women are sitting close, their hands gliding over the others tits in the opposite booth. A handful of spectators watching the beautiful sight.

I don’t judge. However or with whoever you want to be with. As long as everything is consensual, it doesn’t matter how you find your pleasure.

I meet the woman standing outside the closed door down the back hallway. She’s stunning and is dressed in leather and as little of it as possible.

She is not the reason I am here either.

Well, not directly.

“Is he in there?” I ask, my lips at her ear.

“He is. The chains are in place.”

I hand her the envelope of cash. “Thanks, I’ll take it from here.”

She nods and walks away.

You see, a friend of mine thought the man inside the room was dead. He’s a vampire that set off a chain of events that caused my friend and his mate pain.

I found out he was very much alive and killing his way through sex clubs.

I open the door and lock it behind me.

Silas is chained to the bed. His head lifts and his eyes widen.

A vampire is almost impossible to kill. But it’s easier when the vampire is in chains, as high as he can be, and drunk on sex and too much blood.