Page 31 of Property of Karev

Four days later

– AZALEA –

Turning the page of the old book on my lap, I try to make sense of the legend. Karev explained it to me a few days ago, but it still blows my mind. I mean, being descendants of gods is one thing. Supernaturals are special beings with each their own bloodline, background, and all that shit. Though, not everyone is tied to something history books write about.

My finger traces the words as I murmur, “The one who conquers the heart of a feared avenging goddess, and faces his enemies unremorsefully, will be rewarded with a powerful hierarchy change.” A little growl of frustration gets stuck in my throat before I raise my voice to add, “What kind of shit is this?”

The couch dips next to me and at the same time I hear Triton’s voice, “The kind that explains shit. Legends are meant to inspire and to blend the imagination with the truth. They preserve history but also serve as a warning.”

I glare at the man. “You do know the stuff you just said makes it more insane, right? I mean, Drexel somehow got his hands on a book and thought...oh, this is about me. I should go and woo a girl, then kill her daddy, and boom...king of the world.”

“Underworld. King of the underworld,” Triton corrects me with a straight face, making me turn the evil glare up a few notches.

Shifting my body in his direction, I grit, “Like I said; what kind of shit is this?”

Triton mimics my move. “Shit Drexel took the wrong way, because he didn’t conquer the heart of a feared avenging goddess.”

My head whips in the direction of the hallway when Karev rumbles in a harsh tone, “Get the fuck away from my old lady.”

A snort leaves Triton before he says, “Dude. It’s not like I’m whipping out my dick or anything. We’re just talking.”

Flames light up in Karev’s eyes and his fingers turn into fists by his side as he takes a menacing step in our direction. “If you had your dick out, I wouldn’t have used fucking words, and you wouldn’t be able to voice fucking shit ever again.”

Triton moves away from me. “Again, no need to threaten me. I’m pretty sure your avenging goddess would turn my cock into red mist if I would...”

I cut his reply off by saying, “In the blink of an eye.”

He rears his head back. “You can rip something apart by blinking?”

“There’s a first for everything.” With a head tilt I ask, “Wanna try?”

Triton jumps up and moves away from me. “VP, your woman is scarier than you.”

Karev barks out a laugh and holds his arm out. I get to my feet and close the distance between us. Pressing my body to his, he pulls me close and places a kiss on the top of my head. I inhale his scent and feel as if an elastic band snaps, giving me more room to breathe.

Being seen, heard, desired, treasured, treated as an equal, and so much more is a first for me. Not to mention, Karev’s protectiveness makes me feel special. Being the one thriving on jealousy, feeling a mere hint in the air to feed my powers? It warms my heart, and with it desire starts to seep into my veins.

Karev inhales and a low rumble vibrates inside his chest. His hand wraps around my throat and he uses his thumb to press on my jaw, tipping my head back. Our eyes lock and I can see my desire mirrored in his eyes.

“Keep it in your pants big guy. Church, remember?” Triton says and stalks to the room they call church.

Karev sighs and brushes his lips against mine. “You have no idea how badly I want to be inside you right now.”

“Probably just as bad as I want to feel you deep inside me,” I whisper back.

“Fuck,” he grunts and pulls me along with him. “Later. We’ll ignore the whole damn world later.”

The table is filled with members of this MC. Over the past few days I’ve gotten to know every single one of them. They’re all kind and engaging, such a stark contrast when it comes to my own family. Karev takes a seat and places his hands on my waist to easily lift me onto his lap.

“Any update?” Sevrin asks Triton.

The warlock shakes his head. “Nothing. If I scan for Drexel, I only get our clubhouse, the Nowalk clubhouse, and Calvania’s place. Which makes no sense. The DNA is entwined, so we know our clubhouse pinpoints Karev, Nowalk is his half-sister, and Calvania’s place must be due to the interaction he had with Alora. There’s no other explanation because we checked his place.”

This information is new to me. They went to my father’s place to see if Drexel was there? Without me? I turn to watch Karev’s face and raise my eyebrow.

He only gives me a short glance along with the whispered words, “Not gonna risk you getting hurt, cookie,” as he gently squeezes my thigh.

His words and actions are due to the deep instinct to protect me. Yet, I’m not as vulnerable as a dolphin shifter. Zara truly died that day, even if she regenerated. It’s why I don’t say anything but do huff out a frustrating breath to let him know I’m not happy about being left in the dark. The corner of his mouth twitches and I get another squeeze on my waist.