Claimed by the Alphas

Lazarus pov

"I swear on whatever you hold dear; if you don't let me pass, I'll destroy everything I just swore on. Have you seen a man without purpose? Without a fucking soul? Have you? Because right now, you're standing between the sole reason for my existence, and unless you grow some damn brain cells, I'll let the hell break loose!" Lenox forces the words through gritted teeth as the nurse pales before him. 

All I can do is stand aside and watch in pure shock how my brother rages. As a matter of fact, Luka does the same thing. He stands next to me and gapes at Lenox. 

This has to be the rare time he's not joking around. If anything, he's so convincing that even I wouldn't dare to stand as firm as that woman does now. 

My eyes catch a slight movement and instantly follow it. Lenox reaches behind his back, and I prepare myself to jump in between if he's really planning to bring carnage upon the medical staff. 

His hand wraps around something hidden behind his back and stays there. "Do you have a family nurse? Children? A husband? Parents, siblings, fuck it, even distant relatives? Ah, who am I kidding; of course you do," Lenox steps closer and my breath hitches. "Of course you fucking do, but if you still refuse to get out of my way, you will lose it all. I'll track down every bit, even that you don't know of, that relates to your bloodline and wipe it completely. But don't worry, I won't kill you just yet. I will, but not now. No, baby, you'll watch it all. You'll live through the agony and pain of your bloodline; you'll stand aside and watch me kill them all, one by one. And only when I'm done, I'll get my hands on your pathetic self." 

I take a step toward my brother, unable to listen to more of his threats. 

Lenox is acting as if he was released from the chain and can blame everyone but himself. There's a reason we're not allowed in that room, she doesn't want to see us, and the poor nurse isn't doing anything wrong. She's following the orders. 

Before I get close enough, Lenox pulls the object he's holding from under his belt and aims it at the nurse's face. "And I'll do all of it with this fucking spoon. Don't think that I'm joking; I stole this one from the man I killed. See?" He waves the spoon in front of her face, "you two can get to know each other better; it still has his blood on it." 

"Enough!" The one word that echoes off the walls is so powerful that even the nearby windows shake. 

While Luka and I jump in surprise, Lenox rolls his eyes and takes one step back from the nurse. 

The poor woman is so terrified that I think she stands in the place only because of fear, not because of the order my mother gave her. 

Than, the ever-so-charming demon appears next to Lenox and places a hand on his shoulder. 

Many things have happened over the months since we met him, but the last one I saw coming was a demon joining our mother's bed. 

Ew, no shoo-shoo filthy thoughts. 

I can't think of our mom and Than together. I had enough childhood trauma as it is after all those times our parents kissed in front of us or tried to discuss sex, so this is the last drop. 

Whatever mom does, especially behind the door of her bedroom, is her business, and I don't want to know any details about it. 

As if the appearance of Than has a magical effect, Lenox changes his behaviour back to his usual, slightly crazy self. 

"She's in labour, holy shit, Sarah's in labour! Quick, Luka, check my hair; is it grey yet?" He screams, tugging on the short strands of his hair. 

I pinch the bridge of my nose and let out a loud, exaggerated sigh of frustration. 

No one has an idea if Lenox will ever act like a decent grown person, and quite frankly, I don't believe that's something we could expect to happen anytime soon. 

Yes, our brother is special, so to say, but right now, he's just being overdramatic. Besides, the sudden change in his behaviour can't be healthy.

In fact, he's been like this for the past five hours, from the moment Sarah went into labour. Then, once the nurse stood in front of the door that separates us from our future wife, and he overheard the cries of pain, Lenox lost it and became the psychopath we love and fear.

Sarah didn't let any of us enter the delivery room. Why? You guessed it: Lenox couldn't shut his trap about how excited he was to see how Sarah's vagina would split in half to spit out the baby. 

If only he would have kept his mouth shut, at least one of us could have been there and held her hand through the agonising pain. 

I'm worried that something might go wrong. I'm worried that Sarah might be scared or will have to endure too much pain. 

Although our mother is there, and she's been through the process already, I still can't seem to find peace within myself. Especially with Lenox acting like the lunatic he is. And the mood changes? Fuck me, he's acting like he's the one who's about to squeeze a watermelon-sized baby out of a grape-sized hole.

Once Lenox forgets about the world around him and focuses on trying to find grey hair, my eyes scan the hall. 

Luka stands in the corner, leaning against the wall and chewing his bottom lip. 

He's as anxious as I am, understandably so, but this won’t help anyone. Just staying here and worrying about whatever is happening behind a closed door won't change anything about our circumstances. 

From the corner of my eye, I notice some movement, so I focus my gaze on Lenox. He raises his hands and grins. "On the bright side, I'm still sexy. No grey hair, no need to panic guys; the emergency is over." 

"Apologise to the nurse, son. You nearly gave her a heart attack," Than speaks gently as a wide grin spreads across his lips. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry, not gonna kill the bloodlines yet. I think. Who knows? Depends on the mood I have tomorrow." Lenox offers the terrified woman a smile, and it does nothing but raise her panic. 

The wide eyes find Than as she shakes her head. "Keep him out of the room; she doesn't want the Alphas in there." Her voice is weak, but at least I understand why she's so adamant to ensure Sarah's wishes will be met. 

Then, she looks at me and steps aside. "I quit." The two words are barely a whisper, but I still catch on to them. 

I can see that Lenox has something to say, but the demon's hand on his shoulder is a clear hint that he should keep quiet. 

Well, for what it's worth, all I can do is promise myself that I'll do my best to keep Lenox away from Sarah until the baby is born. 

I get why he's so frustrated. Watching his firstborn come into this world has to be his biggest wish, but I still rather stand on Sarah's side. My brother is the biological father, but she's going through pain and suffering. If keeping the crazy away ensures an easier and less stressful birth experience, it's exactly what I'll ensure for her.