The Alpha's Eden

Reapers

Blake PoV

I could have watched Eden sleep all night and be beyond content and happy but tonight I was restless and antsy. My entire body felt the need to move, to be doing something instead of just laying in bed trying to sleep.

I'd tried to drift off, I was that fucking exhausted I'd even contemplated counting sheep if it just helped me shut my brain off for a few hours but too much had happened today and no amount of tiredness would drag me under towards any level of slumber, even just a light doze. Vampires didn't need as much sleep as humans or some other supernatural beings but tiredness still affected us eventually.

So instead of getting some rest  I ended up sat up in bed, my back leant against the headboard as Eden slept and Jace lightly snored on the other side of her.
I found myself repeatedly running strands of her silky blonde hair through my fingers as I listened to her steady thumping heartbeat along with the much faster but equally steady beats of the twins' hearts in her belly.

Eden, Jace and I had been reading as much as we could to learn as much as possible about becoming parents and in one of the baby books it had stated that during pregnancy it was perfectly normal and healthy for the baby's heart to beat at up to twice the average of the expectant mother.

The three patterns combined sounded like the most spectacular symphony to my ears and I'd used the masterpiece to slow down my manic thoughts and the softness of Eden's hair against my rough, calloused fingers had helped to ground me in my rightful place beside her without disturbing her.

I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realise Jace was awake until he spoke to me.

As much as I adored Eden I had to admit I'd been grateful and relieved when he'd suggested we went out on patrol.

At least that was a proactive approach on some small level, and my anxiety began to dissipate as we made our way outside into the chilly December darkness.

One of Cole's wolves pissed me the fuck off when he chuckled after commenting about Eden being family like he had the closest relationship to her in the fucking world.

Cole hadn't even seen or spoken to her in shit knows how long so how his little punk wolf thought he knew her was beyond me but it felt good to be pissed off.
Urgh, I wanted to rip the world apart and unleash hell fire until things stopped causing Eden heartbreak and placed her and our family in danger. Eden has already been through so much shit in her life and she didn't deserve any of it.

Earlier on as I sat there in the darkness whilst she slept a tiny sliver of doubt crept upon me and burrowed inside my head and uttered a few questions that I had never given any weight to before .

What if it was all  my fault that she was faced with even more pain and her life was in danger again? 

If I'd just walked away for good and left  her and Jace to be mates, just the two of them, then perhaps none of this would have happened.

All of this prophecy bullshit wouldn't play out if I wasn't a factor in their lives right?!

No, for fucks sake of course that wasn't right. It was just a moment of weakness because I felt so helpless when Eden had been lost  in so much grief earlier on. I was trying to find fault with myself in order to process the guilt I felt because I hadn't been able to prevent her pain or take it away from her.

I couldn't heal her mentally and emotional wounds as easily as I'd healed her physical ones. Nobody could, no matter how much any of us, her mates and loved ones wanted to.

Eden needed me and Jace and we both needed her, in fact the three of us each needed the other two in order to be our greater selves. Our very existences were linked to one another's just as strongly as the mate and beloved bond. Far more than a bond through blood, our fates were woven together.

Prophecies in their very nature were far stronger than just Eden, Jace and I and the choices we'd made.
No matter how hard I could have fought to stay away from them, destiny saw to it that our lives would always be intertwined and nothing any of us did would have prevented it, our paths were always foreseen to have crossed and they would always have met and come together eventually.

Nothing could rip the three of us apart and perhaps that was our greater weapon. We were stronger together, the three of us, the triad, always better together than as three individuals .

Nothing could truly ever force us apart!!

So despite my moment of worry earlier on, deep down in my very core  I knew that it was nothing but fear talking. Fear that Eden would be hurt or taken from me or that one day she'd blame me for dragging her into this mess.

But I was right, Jace  was too. Just like we'd imagined her as a kid, Eden was headstrong and wild and beautiful and there was nothing and nobody that could have kept her from her mates. Plural, her two mates. Jace and I.

Eden would have never truly been okay had she just settled with one of us. In fact for her to be 100% happy and reach her fullest potential she needed both of her mates, both halves of her heart and soul beside her.

Selfishly I silenced that small part of me that had questioned if I'd ruined her life by being with her and marking her because I wanted her like I had never wanted anything before. In fact NO, wanted wasn't even a strong enough word- I needed her, I needed to crave, claim and consume her and for her to do the very same back to me for my very own survival.

Nothing less would ever do and I refused to let her go, not now, not ever. So people could call me selfish but fuck them I knew better .

I knew we would succeed in making our fathers pay and despite the venom and vendettas Jace and I had towards our own fathers I knew that deep down none of that mattered in comparison to the immensity of the pure and utter raw, unbridled hatred we had for Eden's dad.

For every word he'd ever spoken against her we would make him pay a hundred fold. For every scratch or wound he'd dared to inflict upon her precious body we'd make him suffer a thousand times worse. For even thinking that he could harm a hair on our unborn children's heads, the three of us would harm him uncountable times more.

Issac Quinn might not have truly understood it but he was living under the darkest of death wishes that had ever been thought imaginable and his day of reckoning was fast approaching.

The reapers were closing in on him and they would rip him into a million tiny shreds with huge  smiles upon their faces.