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else that stemmed from him, would have been cursed for an eternity. Vadim had done him a favor by pulling off the imbecile’s head.
    “Why did you give up the Regency, my son?” Eloise asked, apparently changing tact yet again and Vadim was struggling to keep up. He wanted his mother to leave him alone so he could work out what he was going to do about Josh. Even now it was possible Ermine was planning a full scale invasion of the Cloverleah pack and if that happened, then his precious beta wolf could be killed. But his mother’s question forced Vadim to concentrate on the moment instead of anxious speculation.
    “You know why, mother. I don’t see the point in rehashing old history that you are already aware of,” he finally said. Vadim hated thinking about his past and refused to talk to anyone about the legacy that past had left him with.
    “And yet you are clearly the better ruler. You took the time to research the pack. Your help to the wounded wolf showed great honor and courage, given how outnumbered you were. You care about the coven enough to not want any more members killed in the pursuit of Lorraine’s precious garden. Why won’t you take up your position again and stop this nonsense from a position of strength?”
    The cell door opening stopped Vadim from having to answer his mother. The guard had returned and Vadim’s heart sank when he saw who was with him. Everett, one of Vadim’s extremely loyal blood donors. The sexy slim human’s face lit up when he saw Vadim chained to the wall. He made to run over, but a shake from Vadim’s head stopped him. Confused, Everett stood in the middle of the floor, a look of hurt on his lovely soft face.
    “Go ahead, take some nourishment. I told the guard to bring Everett to you,” Eloise said with a small smile. “You haven’t had anything since you went on your brother’s errand and I know you must be hungry.”
    At his mother’s words, Vadim recognized he was hungry, desperately starving in fact. His throat was dry, his fangs dropped in anticipation while his stomach twisted in on itself, making its needs known. But although he knew Everett’s blood would contain the satisfying sweet quality that Vadim had previously enjoyed, he was resigned to the fact that there was only one person’s blood he could ever taste again without being violently ill.
    Struggling to get his fangs to retract, Vadim bowed his head at his mother and Everett. “I appreciate you thinking of me, mother, but unfortunately Everett’s services are no longer required. I release him into your care. Please see to it that he has all the resources he needs to live a full and happy life.”
    A frown marred Eloise’s face for a moment, but before she had a chance to speak, Everett ran over, climbing Vadim’s body like a tree. Vadim cringed at the contact, cursing the fact he could do nothing about it. Damn shackles.
    “Why would you do this to me, Vadim?” the boy cried out. “Ten years we have been together. Ten years you’ve fed from me and had me warm your bed. Why would you refuse my blood now? Why are you giving me away? I thought we were to be bonded. I thought you loved me as much as I love you.”
    Vadim leaned back as far as his chains allowed him and stared at the young man’s face. He was shocked at Everett’s outburst, especially in front of his mother. There was no shame to be had in bonding with a human – Vadim was well aware of that. But he had never claimed a commitment, or feelings with any of his donors over his long life. With one exception an insidious voice reminded him. Vadim pushed those thoughts from his head.
    To him, donors were a necessity and nothing more. Sure Everett was one of the few who shared his bed on occasion. In fact, if Vadim thought about it honestly, Everett may have been the only one over the past five years or so. Vadim couldn’t be bothered enough about people to spend any time finding a new person to fuck when a regular one was handy.