Chapter Eighteen

As Jasper flew with his mate in his claws to their home, he communicated with his brothers, warning them all to flee the area.

His Wyvern was in full protection mode, the beast carrying something precious. Something his.

He felt Conny’s questioning concern, but it was times like these it paid to be the Alpha. He snarled the command and felt satisfaction when they obeyed.

Jasper did not want to waste another thought on them or anyone else. Only Carolina mattered.

Jasper led his mate to the section of rooms that were his quarters in the mansion where he had grown up. The walls were thick and reinforced with noise cancelling insulation—something his parents had added about thirty years ago, when he’d been going through his heavy metal stage.

Good thing too. He had no time to do anything about the noise they were going to make. His brothers were not home, and his father’s rooms were all the way at the opposite end of the estate.