The Syndicater (Dark Verse, #6)

by RuNyx

Home, home was her—a small, petite woman with flame hair and rare laughs and moonlit soul that made him believe in things he had only known about conceptually, things he knew but did not understand, not until her.

She was his north star, the only thing constant, bright in his tenebrous world.

"We will become ashes before we are apart,"

There were no bad memories for her there, just a man who had loved her as a girl and loved her again as a woman, and a dysfunctional set of older brothers who had all adopted her into their foray.

He wanted to be a good father and a good friend to her, a guide she could turn to and the ground she could grow on.

She felt seen with him, felt understood with him, and she didn't want to lose that.

"Because you're my flame, a little source of light and warmth in a void full of darkness and death, small but capable of becoming an inferno with the right fuel. And though I was always full of dark and death, for you, I have embraced it, become it, so you can keep flickering without fear. I am the void all monsters fear so you never have to be scared of anything. Not with me."

"If there was ever any love in this world of mine,"

"It would be me,"

You burn so bright you could blind a man, flamma."

They didn't care, a broken brother and a shattered sister.

They stood there like that, siblings of the heart, watching siblings of the blood be reunited after twenty years.

He leaned forward and planted the softest of kisses right below her belly button.

Alpha looked up, tilting his head back to lock their gazes together, his eyes luminous with moisture.

"It ended where it began,"

"This is a new era."

The end of one era. The beginning of another. And this one...