Anubis scene cut (Patreon)

It's really super hard for me to post actual screen cuts. Mostly because they can have spoilers and the writing is usually horrid cause it hasn't even undergone the basic read through that other stuff has gone through. And there's also that little thing called ego, cause when you cut out a scene it's like revealing a secret and I hold my books close till they're ready to be read by betas/editors.  BUT...here's a screen cut from Anubis. I wrote it, but it needs to be pulled because it doesn't belong and I realized a different event had to happen at this point. Not sure if the opportunity will arise for it to go back in, but if not, I should get it into the third book.

Jonathan put a hand on his friend’s cheek his black beard was a bed of stiff hairs against his palm. “I need to know.”

“I don’t want to ruin his life.”

“Who?”

Frost tried to move away but Jonathan wouldn’t let him.

“Who, Frost?”

He shook his head.

“What you did compromised yourself, the pack, and it’s put you a hair from my father’s wrath, the least you can do is tell me what is worth all that?”

“A man I ran across in ***. His scent it…I could smell him even before the VrK.”

“I don’t follow.”

“He’s an Urja.”

“What? And you didn’t say anything?”

“I didn’t know at the time. I mean, before the VrK I couldn’t smell him like I did Dr. Dante. And what I did smell wasn’t the same. But now that I have scented one with the Sarvari, I know it’s what he was. What he is.”

 And the knowledge cut pain filled lines around Frost’s eyes.

“You were in a relationship with him.”

“No, no. I haven’t gone there in years. And I only stopped by the bar where he worked whenever I was in the area. I’ve never even told him my name. I wanted to, but, I didn’t want something I couldn’t keep.”

A relationship before the VrK was always dangerous unless it was with another Mah worthy of receiving the serum. More than a few had to be broken off before they could join the pack. The loss of a family or lover only lasted until they experienced the Sarvari, after that, nothing else mattered but the wolf.

“If you haven’t been back how do you know for sure he’s an Urja?”

“I never said I didn’t see him after. I just haven’t seen him in years. I had this feeling, this really bad feeling if I went and I smell him…” Frost took a breath deep enough to expand his chest.

“That still doesn’t explain why you’ve been suppressing your ability to scent.”

“Because all I could do is think about him. After the VrK it was like every nerve was on fire all the time.”

“If you weren’t around him…”

“I was around you, the other men. When you ran the hunts, when you paired up with a Delta or Omega, it was like pouring gasoline onto a fire. I wanted to rip out of my skin, I wanted to phase, and run all the way there, and take him right there in the street. It was…” Tears filled the man’s eyes and he blinked them away. “I probably could have handled it if I’d never gone back to see him after the VrK. But I did. I was stupid and I did.”

“How did you find him in the fist place.”

“Lucky? Unlucky. I ran across him for the first time I met one of the the women--the second or third-- Grey wanted me to sire offspring with..”

“Second or third? How many women have you been with.”

“I’m not sure. I quit counting after six.”

“Six?”

A bit of pink tinged Frost’s cheeks. “Apparently, I was very fertile and after the first two encounters when the women got pregnant, Grey insisted that I continue. He told me who and I did what it took to put babies in them.” Frost made it sound like he’d butchered them not bred them. But not everyone was as cold to the act of impregnating women with offspring so Grey could build their pack. “We need the numbers, you know we do. And it’s not like he’d force anyone.”

No, Grey would never force anyone. But he did have a way of convincing people by waving a lot of money in their face. Choosing women from poor families helped. Grey saw it as offering them a better life. Most of the men didn’t care, it was something to stick their dicks in and get off and get the VrK, for the pleasure. Jonathan however couldn’t help feel it was somehow wrong. Especially since most of the men would never know their offspring until they were selected. If they were selected. And they would never be fathers because by then most would be men or at least close to it.

The only comfort Jonathan could take was that every woman was cared for by the best and they would always be cared for. The lives of Mah get were too valuable to risk and the women who brought them into the world deserved to be rewarded for their sacrifice.

“How many offspring do you have?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to know.”

“I guess telling Grey the truth is out of the question.”

In a blur of movement, Frost seized Jonathan by the neck and shoved him against the wall despite being a head taller and fifty pounds heavier.

Green flashed in Frost’s eyes and his teeth sharpened. The Sarvari rose so close to the surface the air around Frost rippled with energy.

“You utter one word about what I’ve told you and I will gut you and eat your heart.”

Jonathan could have taken him to the ground but instead he raised his hands in a jester of nonresistance.

Frost rocked back and the Sarvari was replaced with something close to horror and definitely shame. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I understand.” And Jonathan did.

“No, no, it’s not okay.” Frost scrubbed his face. His beard rasped against his fingers.

“We won’t tell him.”

Frost nodded then shook his head. “It won’t matter. Without the supressor you won’t have to. I’ll hunt him down.”

“Will that really be a bad thing?”

“He’s not Dr. Dante. He knows absolutely nothing and he’s lived as a normal person his whole life. You tell me.”

Jonathan tried to imagine what it would be like but couldn’t since his entire upbring had revolved around being Mah. But yes, Dr. Dante was different. Even special. There wouldn’t be another person like him and the chance of even an Urja welcoming what they were, was slim to none.

Custom dictated no man or woman was to be brought into a pack against their will, but it seemed to Jonathan as if those lines were blurred when it came to an Urja. They probably wouldn’t have to be forced. Once in the presence of enough males, they’d run.

When caught, they’d demand a male to mount them.

And no Male would be able to tell them no.

Because if they did, the Sarvari would shred them from the inside like it had almost done to Jonathan.