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warning? Piece-of-shit bastard…Using his mental gifts to get inside Lucian’s head, planting ideas and maybe even a little bit of softness in there while he was at it. And now the old
paven
expected Lucian to keep Titus’s secrets?
    The growl that left his throat was meant for the lot of them. They were all fucking with him—it was their greatest pleasure to fuck with the Roman brothers.
    “Wasn’t that the Order’s goal?” he said, his tone accusing and ugly as he jumped off the table and headed down the row to stand in front of Titus—who incidentally refused to look at him. “Getting me morphed, sending me into Breeding Male status?”
    “No,” the
veana
confirmed more passionately than she no doubt intended. “We only wanted Dare found and destroyed. Cruen wanted the Romans premorphed. He wanted to see which one of you might have the gene.”
    The intensity of Lucian’s ire at that moment threatened to tear his sanity apart. These self-righteous wannabe gods created monsters like him, like his father,and reveled in their abilities, then acted offended and disgusted when the animals didn’t heel the way they wanted them to. And now they pretended to care about his pale ass, pretended they hadn’t fated him to an existence where he was either utterly alone or lost inside the mind and body of a beast in heat…Because—let’s get serious here—those were his only options as he was allowed no true mate in his future.
    Well, screw the Order. Screw dear ol’ Daddy. He needed to get off this plane—find that ancient bastard and get the girl back where she belonged.
    With him,
a voice deep inside his blood uttered maliciously. And just to make things real nice and brutal, the ancient
veana
with the white hair and clear, gentle voice said it—the thing that was meant to kill his insides and make him beg.
    “There is one other thing, Son of the Breeding Male,” she began tentatively. “We have reason to believe Cruen may have an antidote for the Breeding Male gene, something that could possibly turn off the need to breed.”
    Lucian didn’t move. In fact, nothing inside him moved—not his blood, his skin, his muscles, not even a twitch as he processed the words thrust upon him. Words that had to be a lie, a manipulation…
    His gaze burned into the unseen face below the hood, his father. He waited—waited for confirmation, something inside his mind. But nothing came.
    He chuckled, dark and sick. He was a descendant of cowardice. Shit, that was unfortunate.
    “How convenient this all is,” he said, walking toward the
veana
. “And how timely.”
    “Perhaps if you help us,” the
veana
began, her Order status forcing her to use the serendipitous moment to her advantage.
    But Lucian wasn’t biting. Hell, he wasn’t even hungry anymore. Time was being wasted…If Cruen truly had Bronwyn, they were in some serious trouble—she was in some serious trouble. He needed to jump on that, not sit here and lap up juicy bits of possibility. Life didn’t run that way for him. No hope, no girl—no happy ending for Lucian Roman.
    “Gotta go, boys and girls,” he said, backing up from the table.
    “If you bring Cruen to us,” she continued as he moved back, “we will force him to halt the Breeding Male gene inside you.”
    Shaking his head, Lucian laughed with centuries of bitterness. “Go fuck yourselves. All of you.”
    “Lucian
.”
    Not a chance, Pop.
    “Go!
Now!”
    The alarmed tone inside his head had Lucian stuttering with sudden panic. What the hell was going on?
    “You must go! He knows. God, he wanted you here—wanted you to come here.”
    Lucian stared at the male in the robe.
    “It is the one place he can latch on to you
.
I should have realized…I cannot send you back myself—”
    For the sixth time that day, Lucian was yanked away, flashed out of one reality and deposited into another. But this time, he was on his own and where he landed looked nothing like the Hollow of Shadows, SoHo,