Vengeful legacies, p.1
Vengeful Legacies, page 1
part #2 of Leukos Trilogy Series
Vengeful Legacies
Leukos Trilogy
S.E Alexander
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Author Notes
T/W and C/W
These triggers may play a small or big part in Vengeful Legacies.
Child abus3, emotional/mental/physical abus3, d3ath/dy!ng, gun$, coarse language, n0n-c0n (Touches from outside the group), Invasion of privacy during a personal moment, thr3ats, kidn@pping, tr@fficking (mentions), graphic s3x scenes, g@ngs, g@slighting, m@nipulation, scars, bl0od, anxiety/panic attacks, dr*gs, trauma/PTSD, Aggr3ssion, St@lking, G3nocide, Unethical handling of a cadaver, t0rture, loss of memory, d3ath of an abus3r, C@nnibalism (Not on purpose), Medical Treatments
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Introduction
My outlook on our world has changed. I've joined the rebellion and when someone I love was taken, I trade myself to save their life. I’m completely cut off from my mates; our silent bonds leaving me empty.
I keep seeing him bleeding...dying…
Fate has other plans in store for me and now my fourth and final mate is here with my enemy, holding me prisoner for the High Council. I don’t know if he will be my downfall or my salvation.
Bram and the council are still at large, but I'm determined to enact my vengeance on someone from my past. When things don't go as planned when one of my mates goes down a dark path. I’m worried I won't be able to bring him back to the light.
Until we are betrayed…
Secrets are unveiled. The High Council will do anything and everything to become more powerful, and they need me for their success.
Will I survive this time? Can I trust those closest to me? Will I even remember?
Vengeful Legacies is a Why Choose (Meaning she won't need to choose between love interests) 18+ MFMMM medium to fast burn dystopian/fantasy novel. It's the second planned in the Leukos Trilogy.
CHAPTER ONE
“FUCK, SHE RAN GUYS. Pursuing her now. She’s fucking fast.” The com crackles with Maddox’s huffing voice.
What do you mean she fucking ran? My heart is in my throat and I feel like I’m going to puke. Why would she run?
Gage looks over at me, the same terror coursing through me echoed in his wide green eyes. He turns and leans out the window, the wind blowing in his tangled curly red hair, searching to see if he can see anything. I lean out as well, hoping I can catch a glimpse of Scarlett, but the streets are empty: nothing but vermin scurrying, looking for their next meal. Lights from dying signs flicker, lighting up buildings and stores, but no mate.
“What do you mean she ran?” I growl.
Maddox’s voice comes in short, labored breaths as he chases down my woman. “She saw Kalvin’s hand in a box after reading a note Bram left her, and she fucking took off like a vermin out of hell!”
Before Maddox can even complete his sentence, we are already on the move.
Jeremy’s voice cracks, heavy with fear, and his next words fill me with a chilling sense of dread. “She’s going to fucking trade herself. Run faster Maddox!”
Trade herself? My eyes widen as I realize what he means. We rush into the darkened stairwell, and I feel the strain in my legs as I force them to move faster. The sound of our feet stomping on the metal stairs creates a deafening clanging noise that reverberates through the air. I leap down the final half-set of stairs and burst out of the building, greeted by the heavy, humid air. My boots crunch against chunks of broken concrete as I sprint at a break-neck pace towards the direction Maddox disappeared.
“Little Duck, don’t do this! Turn back right now. We can figure something out to get Kalvin back.” I try to push the thoughts to her, but it feels like I’m hitting a brick wall. The sensation is akin to shouting underwater, my words lost in the vast expanse, unable to reach the person I’m trying to reach. I can feel the intensity of her emotions—panic and determination—as she fiercely attempts to keep us at bay. It doesn’t stop me from trying to get through to her. She needs to be okay. We will get to her on time, and then I’m bending her over my knee and turning her ass red. I tell myself that over and over as I run
“Which way are you heading?” Gage asks Maddox. His voice hitches with panic, an octave higher than it was before.
Another sharp bout of static hits my ear from the com causing me to flinch before he responds. “I’m not sure, I’m just chasing her,” he grunts.
“I’m tracking your holo-watch,” Troy’s commanding voice blares into my ear. “I tried to track Scarlett’s but I think she tossed it.”
Gage glances over at me as Troy confirms my suspicions: “She’s heading back to her pod. Maddox, you better bring my sister back safe, do you understand?” he snaps at him.
“I’m trying! You’ve clearly never had to chase her. She’s fucking fast,” he says between desperate breaths.
My body fills with adrenaline and I force myself to move faster. I need to get to her. Kalvin’s life is not worth hers. No life is worth hers, and I’ll damn well make sure she knows that when I get my hands on her.
“Scarlett!” I hear Maddox bellow, his voice cracking with panic.
I wince as the com give more feedback and sense Scarlett’s panic heighten—most likely at seeing Maddox. The bond experiences a fleeting moment of pure joy, which abruptly gives way to an indescribable agony, and then, suddenly, everything goes silent. The bond we share slowly fades into the background, becoming nothing more than a dull static behind an impenetrable obsidian wall.
“Maddox? Maddox, are you there? What’s going on? Where’s Scarlett?” I pant, terror taking over my body. We’re almost there, just around the corner.
The moment I turn onto her street, a sleek black craft pulls away and speeds off into the night. My feet slow as I look around, seeing no-one. My pulse is drumming in my ears. Where are they? Please be hiding inside. Where the fuck is my woman? I squint my eyes at the black dot in the distance, knowing it’s hopeless that I’d find anything that could ID the driver.
Gage goes flying past me. “Scarlett?” His voice breaks as he runs towards two bodies lying on the ground.
My heart stops and I freeze as fear takes over.
“No no no, Maddox, please be alive,” he chants over and over again.
The sound of Gage’s voice snaps me out of my temporary panic as I grasp what I’m looking at. The sight of two collapsed and unconscious bodies on the dark concrete, lying in spreading pools of even darker blood, kicks my med training into gear. They won’t survive long like this. Where the fuck is Scarlett? I look around quickly, not seeing anyone else. She must have been in the black craft. FUCK!
“Put pressure on the wound. We need to get them to Ace,” I tell Gage before speaking into the com. “Troy! Bring the transporter. Maddox and Kalvin are down and need immediate medical attention. GSW to the chest and a severed hand. Both losing substantial amounts of blood. No signs of Scar,” my voice cracks as I inform him while quickly checking Maddox’s vitals. The good news is that he has a pulse, but it’s weak and thready. I roll him on his side to check his back but there’s no exit wound.
“Keep holding pressure,” I tell Gage. Tears are streaming down his face but he nods. I move hastily over to Kalvin and notice his pale complexion even under the unfailingly cloudy night sky. I remove my shirt and wrap it over the jagged flesh where they hacked off his hand to staunch the flow of blood before taking off my belt and creating a tourniquet around his forearm to slow the bleeding.
“She’s gone… I can’t lose him, I haven’t forgiven him yet. He’s supposed to become a better man and treat Scar like the queen she is and then he’s supposed to apologize. That hasn’t happened yet, he isn’t allowed to die,” Gage’s voice breaks, and my heart along with it.
Tears well in my eyes, and one manages to escape. My hands are covered in blood, so I use the back of my arm to wipe it away.
“You’re right, he hasn’t yet and this can be another thing he apologizes for when he wakes up, okay?” I grunt out, hoping my words wil
The telltale sound of our transporter engine rumbles above us and a few strands of my loose, dark hair whips around my face before the craft makes a swift landing.
Troy exits the craft and storms towards me. “Where’s my sister?” he growls, his blue eyes flashing with guilt and anger.
While focusing on my patients, I snap a quick glare at him. “A black craft took off seconds before we arrived. I’m assuming she’s in it. We need to get these two to Ace’s.”
He stares at me for a moment before clenching his jaw. Scar gives me the same look when she’s about to argue her side, and we don’t have time for that. I cut him off as he goes to argue with me. “She won’t forgive us when we get her back if these two don’t make it because we delayed their care,” I growl back, my patience thin.
He gives me a jerky nod as Jeremy runs out of the cargo bay with the stretcher. The three of us quickly get Maddox strapped to the board. Gage continues to hold pressure, positioned on top of Maddox to make sure he doesn’t loosen his grip, only taking his eyes off of him to search the area, either for enemies or Scarlett I’m not sure, but there’s a lost and hopeless look in his gaze. I’ll check on him after we get these two into the hands of Ace and his medical team.
The very idea of Scarlett being in the company of those vermin scum fills me with an indescribable pain, as if my soul is being torn apart. I know she says she can handle herself, but she’s mine to take care of. Mine to protect; and no one can protect her like I can.
We load up Kalvin, and Jeremy helps me get him secured inside the cargo bay next to Maddox.
Now that I’m in the transporter, I grab the emergency med bag, pull out the cervical collar, and get it secured to Maddox before checking on Kalvin. I switch out the bloody shirt I first used to stop the bleeding for some pressure bandages while I continue to monitor their conditions.
“I need the address Kai,” Troy snaps, getting my attention as he slowly starts backing out of the cargo hold towards the cockpit.
My eyes flick over to him and I give him the location of the compound, trying to keep my focus on the men in front of me. Without delay, he dashes out of the back of the transporter and I hear the craft door slam, right before the cargo bay doors hiss shut. It’s flooded with darkness until the interior lights pop back on. The vehicle starts up and we take off at record speed—I almost lose balance, but I grip the wall to steady myself.
The adrenaline coursing through my body helps keep me focused on keeping Maddox and Kalvin alive. I will tear Maddox a new asshole when he wakes up. He could have prevented this if he wasn’t so dead set on keeping Scarlett at arm’s length. He isn’t allowed to die until I say so. I bring my wrist in front of me and swipe open my holo-watch to call Ace.
“What’s going on, kid?” he answers, sounding half asleep.
“We are on our way to you with two males. One has a GSW to the chest and the other has a severed limb.” I hear him sit up, and I only know that because I’m familiar with his grunts. “Both are barely alive and have severe blood loss. ETA seven minutes.” My voice stays steady as I lay out all the information I know he’ll need, and Ace listens patiently with the occasional question.
“I’ll go get Betty and prep the surgical rooms. A couple of the apprentices will come out and meet you.” He hangs up the call.
His wife Betty is also a medic, and they have taken in young teens who are interested in the field and given them an apprenticeship, which is how I met him. Betty and Ace are fantastic people. He’s like a father to me and I know they will do everything they can to help keep the two men from crossing death’s door. I know Scarlett would be pissed and out for blood if I let anything happen to Kalvin. Despite the circumstances, it’ll be great to see them again.
Hell, she’ll be out for blood either way. A pang goes through my chest as I try not to focus on the silence of our bond, taunting me in the back of my chest. She’s okay; she will be okay. I would know if something was wrong with her. Right now, I need to focus on keeping these two alive, and then I’m getting my woman back and killing anyone who tries to stop me.
It’s touch and go for a bit. The seven-minute ride on the transporter feels like forever. The sounds of their feeble breaths send a surge of adrenaline through me as the pungent odor of blood assaults my senses. My eyes keep flicking to the bright red defibrillator, and I pray I don’t need to use it before we get there.
We slow to a stop, and then everything moves pretty fast. The door is barely open before apprentices are running into the cargo hold and rushing their new patients inside, the four of us following close behind them.
Before I know it, Gage, Troy, Jeremy, and I are all standing in the Med Center, waiting for their surgeries to be complete. The machines beeping around the too-silent room have my heart rate settling. This is familiar; this is comfortable. The white rooms and sterile smell bring me a small sense of relief; I did what I could, but worry still courses through me.
I stare at the door Kalvin and Maddox disappeared behind not that long ago. As I approach the white door, I can’t help but notice the ‘Medics Only’ sign that I’ve seen countless times before. I stop and slowly turn towards the others. “So what’s the plan to get Scarlett back?” I ask into the quiet. “There is a plan, right?”
Gage paces around the room, muttering to himself as he tries to come up with a solution. “I need to find out the places Bram might have taken her. Jeremy and Kai, you know Devil’s City better than any of us here—I’ll need your help. I need a computer. Fuck! All the equipment I need is back in the bunker!”
My fear fades and my anger rises as I take back control of myself. Bram has fucked with my life long enough. First, there’s what he did to my mother. Then the continuous shit he’s put Scarlett through. Enough is enough. Fuck her aunt. Scar can be mad at me after that piece of shit is dead and turned into vermin food.
“Troy, you need to get a hold of your dad,” I tell him, but he doesn’t reply, just simply moves away from the group and swipes on his holo.
I turn my gaze towards Jeremy who’s standing staring wide-eyed at a blank wall with a slight tremor rippling through his body, and I realize he’s in shock. Positioning myself in front of him, I snap my fingers in front of his face first and when that doesn’t work, I give him a firm slap across the cheek, using only a fraction of my strength so I don’t hurt him.
I grip his face in my hands, and when his eyes focus on me, I speak. “Jeremy, we will get her back, and I will kill Bram for everything he’s done,” I promise.
His eyes are glossy from the turbulent emotions we’re all feeling, but he nods, letting me know he heard me.
The dull thud of boots nearing us has my head flicking over my shoulder to see Troy making his way back over to us with a determined look on his face. “Okay, I sent a message to the bunker. Hopefully my dad should be here within the hour. I also mentioned that someone needs to ask the tech guys for Gage’s stuff,” Troy informs us with a hard voice, reminding me of the tone his dad uses when he needs to get shit done.
I can’t even fathom the weight of emotions that he is going through: his long-awaited sister returning from the dead, only to be cruelly snatched away from his life mere hours later, is unimaginable. Although, then again, having my mate taken from me and our bond muted bears its own heavy emotions as well. It’s just not something I’m letting myself linger on right now. I’m getting her back.
Gage rambles, his eyes wide and chaotic behind his glasses. “Fuck, if only I’d been able to complete that alert system, this probably wouldn’t have happened. We could have gotten there sooner, maybe prevented this.”
“There’s no way we could have known that,” I assure him. “That massacre back at the gym—Jer and Troy said the bodies were already cold and in rigor. I’m pretty sure it was a trap laid out to get Scarlett to come out of hiding. We will find her, I promise.” Usually I don’t make promises I can’t keep, but these promises I’ve made him today are promises I would die to keep—even if it’s the last thing I do.
