Gavin Arundel (Alpha Werewolf of the Nightrose Pack)

He's beautiful, my wolf Dimitriv purred upon looking at the heavily-bandaged young man on the bed. It's a crime for a young man who had suffered through so much pain and rejection to be almost snuffed out by a reckless human who should've stayed home.

I couldn't agree more, Dimitriv. He looks so frail and undone, but he has the spirit of a warrior- a hidden fighter that was forced to hold back when he was locked up in that basement back at the Four Aces mansion. Thank the Goddess that there were angels who showed him compassion when he was nearly killed with fists and threats. It's little wonder that Lady Ciara was a kindhearted young woman destined to be the pack's first female Alpha. She could've been like her brother and left him to die. But she was a sensible woman despite being beautiful. She knew that her parents taught her to be better than her brother. And it was little wonder that her mate Miles (the pack's first male Luna of color) loved her.

Even so, Carson knew that he couldn't survive after being rejected by that insolent fool known as Regan Zallenda. He did the Soul Conversion to live out his days as a human and offered happiness to the late Gia and her son Lucas. And now, he was fighting for survival.

I pulled out my cellphone, dialing the number of my Beta Tony. "Tony, my friends and mates found our omega to fulfill the circle- the boy known as Carson Hadley," I told him.

"Whoa," my brother said on the other line. "This is huge. Want me to tell the pack?"

"Definitely," I said, noticing that the other guys are calling up their Betas to spread the news. "Tell them that Carson Hadley is ours."

"Your will be done," was all he said before he hung up.

I turned my attention back to the comatose Carson. "Sweet boy, the moment you wake up is when I hope to have you in my and my friends' arms," I promised him. "That brat Regan doesn't know how good he had it."

And I was sure of it.

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Ferdinand Odair (Alpha were-cat shifter of the Red Spade Pack)

My were-jaguar Antoni was purring in half-arousal and sadness for the boy that laid there in hopes of wakening up. He didn't deserve any of the sadness that he was dealt with in the past. And most of all, he didn't deserve to be paired with a heartless fool like that Regan Zallenda brat. At least his sister Lady Ciara and parents Harvey and Delia were saints alongside the compassionate wolves and those who didn't know. Even the pups did their part to give Carson some light in his darkness. It's more than likely the reason that Carson was the light to Gia and her baby boy before the two of them were killed by a foolish drunk driver.

I'll be damned that the light for our lives would be snuffed out by anyone. And if Regan does try to kill him, Antoni would be happy to tear his flesh in pieces.

"Soon, mi amorcito, you will be free from the pain and open your eyes to better days," I vowed to him. "My pack is yours and my friends and I will make you happy. Wake up, my angelic soul, to the news of glory."

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Dominic Gauthier (Alpha vampire of the Bloodstone Vampire Coven)

Sweet Moon Goddess, why is my mate still asleep?

My vampire side (Thorn) agrees with me that Carson should be dancing in the moonlight with me surrounding him before we lose ourselves in heated passion. He should be training to be the young lord of my many mansions that I have all across LA and around the world.

Instead, he is in a life-threatening coma that was caused by a drunk driver (the same fool that killed off poor Gia Napier-Zeller and her toddler son Lucas) after being rejected by the asshole Regan Zallenda. I have pledged my life to him with my fellow mates and friends that he would be treated with eternal love and support. He is the one boy who could make our circle complete. And even my coven agreed that he is the one omega that many would kill to have in their lives.

How the fuck that Lady Ciara got stuck with Regan is still beyond me. And poor Harvey and Delia! They did all they could to make the omega's life comfortable while many bullies kept him hidden away from the world. Even the little pups and the elderly helped out when they could've turned their backs on him. It goes to show that there is still goodness in packs who were known to be ruthless against the weak.

"Dear Goddess," I murmured, a lone tear falling from my eyes and landing on Carson's scarred cheek. "Dear, Dear Goddess. Please don't let his suffering fall onto the others. Let Carson come back to us so he can be happy. And Carson? You will be loved without reservations or inhibitions. Come back to me, my Nubian star."

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Francisco Emerson (Alpha angel of the Silver Wings Angel Coven)

Our poor fallen angel, my angel half Metatron mourned sorrowfully as I gazed at the poor boy that was fighting through the pain with the morphine drip. The Moon Goddess has blessed us with such a gift, only for him to be nearly dying and us wondering whether he will live or head back to Her Bosom. Regan is a heartless bastard for rejecting such an omega who didn't deserve this.

"I agree, Metatron," I sighed, noticing that Dominic was on the verge of a panic attack after seeing the scarred boy. A male nurse- a fellow angel- led the vampire out of the room and had him sedated. As for my friends and me, we were still keeping watch on the charismatic black swan that was attached to IV drips and monitors. Thank Goddess that he had the good sense to leave a pack that wanted nothing to do with omegas, no matter if some made him happy and did all they could to protect him from harm. Lady Ciara, her parents, and even her mate Miles and his grandmother deserved to be given honors for their pains.

As for Regan Zallenda? Well, the less I want to think about burning him alive the better off I'll be and the better off he'll be. He's too hardheaded to see that omegas were a gift and that many Alphas would kill to have them as their mate as some weren't lucky to have them alive due to abuse, lost to drug and sex trafficking, and even used as sacrifices. Disgusting, I call the mistreatment of the omegas.

Taking a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I looked up into the closed eyes of the boy who was fighting for survival. "You are loved, Carson," I said softly. "You are treasured. My love is yours as you are mine and my friends. Come back, Carson Hadley. Come back and kiss me."

I heard the angels sing out from heaven the same thing that was on my mind: Beatus qui decidit a lupo Luna dea.  Ipse post tempestatem excitare luctus et requiescam (Translation: Blessed is the fallen wolf who is sent from the moon goddess.  May he wake up and find peace after the storm of sadness.).

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Quentin Santiago (Alpha Demon of the Red Horn Demon Coven)

Beati est puer ex aeris in cute, et pilos in nocte.  Beati sit lupus, qui diligitur ab omnibus (Translation: Blessed is the boy with the skin of copper and the hair of the night.  Blessed is the wolf that is loved by all.)," my demon Harbonah said solemnly as I moved to the left and kissed the poor boy's right hand. The poor boy. He must live.

I agreed.

I knew that I wasn't deserving of love, no matter how much my friends and fellow mates said that I am lucky to be a part of their circle. Demons were known to be heartless and cold to the eyes of the haters and the agnostics. But most of the world agrees that behind our fury facade lies ordinary people looking for love as well.

And I knew that Carson was mine and my friends as we came to UC Hospital and paid our respects. His skin like copper pennies that matched his now-closed eyes, hair the color of the moonless night, and lips as red as a rose and plump as a berry.

Regan would not see that this boy is a treasure that many Alphas like myself would fawn over and claim as their Luna. He's lucky that he's in jail or else my fellow demons would torture him to the point that the insolent wolf is begging for his life.

Of all the brothers in the world, why did fate stick Lady Ciara with Regan Zallenda?

But my mind was focused on the boy who would soon capture and captivate my heart. As soon as he wakes up, he would do just that. "Come back to us, Carson," I said as a lone tear of fire fell from my eyes and seep down my cheeks. "I need you to soothe the flames from within my heart. And in return, I shall soothe yours and claim it as my and my friends."

And that was a vow that I plan to keep.

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Nicholas Van Silva (Alpha Hellhound of the Flaming Paw Hellhound Pack)

An Alpha isn't complete without a mate by one's side.

That's the lesson that my father taught me before I took over his pack shortly after he died. And though I had the love of my fellow Alphas as my friends and mates, we knew that we needed an omega to keep us rooted and whole.

And the boy who was caught between life and death was just the one that we needed.

My hellhound Delphi was howling in his fiery rage and sorrow for the comatose omega that wasn't given a chance to live a prosperous life. Kept hidden away in a basement for most of his life, he was beaten up by heartless warriors and former Betas that wanted no part with omegas. And when Regan rejected this beauty, it just domed Carson to die. But he was prepared for the worse, hence him performing the Soul Conversion. Despite all of that, he came out stronger and even had some time to be a father figure to little Lucas and a good man to Gia, may the Goddess rest their souls.

And now, Carson was on the thin line between life and death.

"Ah, Goddess," I said as the beeping of the heart monitor filled the gloomy room. "Can such a boy be kept in the void longer? Carson still has time to live a good life. Carson, my love. I will make you mine as soon as you arise. And if fate takes you away from me, then I will soon join you in death. I cannot bear for my friends and me to live without you."

And I knew that the guys agreed with me. Because the bond between the Elite Eight is never complete without our omega.

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Zechariah Cartier (Alpha dragon-shifter of the Rainbow Victory Dragon Shifter Colony)

His lips as red as a rose.

His hair as black as night.

And his skin and eyes the color of copper pennies that glow in the moonlight.

My friends knew of the prophecy that would lead us to Carson Hadley, the young omega wolf-turned-human that was robbed of almost everything.

And Regan Zallenda was the blame for it all.

This is a young man who, if it wasn't for the consistent air of bias and hatred of his oppressors and rejection from the brazen fool, could've gone places and enjoyed a life of freedom and restoration. This is someone who many Alphas would snatch up in a heartbeat.

But now, he was teetering between fading away and breaking every heart that loved him and fighting through the fog of the coma and coming back to the land of the living.

Quentin, Francisco, Dominic, Gavin, Ferdinand, and Nicholas had already left, leaving me alone with my fellow mate and friend Alain the merman. "Are you okay, brother?" I asked the silent merman, who was sobbing silently.

He shook his head, unable to speak as he sat down in the chair that faced the bed of our mate completely and not looking up.

I turned to the omega. "Come back to us and make us whole, Carson," was all I said before I left and finally shed tears for the boy who was fighting for his life. As for Regan Zallenda? Well, I have nothing left but contempt and scorn for the fool who shattered the poor wolf's heart.

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Alain Greynier (Alpha merman of the Moonbeam Merman Coven)

I just sat in the chair that faced the one boy that I couldn't bear to see bandaged and beaten up by a drunk driver that claimed the lives of two other innocent souls. Such a beauty like Carson Hadley should never be treated like garbage in their lives. And Regan rejecting this poor soul just proved that there are still Alphas who were too stubborn and too heartless to accept omegas because of their status or their pride.

Please! Pride is one of the many things that lead to one's downfall.

My merman side Neptune was furious for me, wanting to head back to the Four Aces pack, grab that Regan asshole by his neck, and take my trident and turn him into sushi. But since I was too loyal to leave, I decided to stay here by his side. Taking a deep breath, I placed a bouquet of roses that I had with me on the omega's chest as a sign of my love for him. "Mother Goddess, please bring back my mate," I said in my Irish tongue before switching to English. "Please have him come back to me so we can dance in the seas back in Los Angeles."

Taking a few deep breaths, I wiped up my tears and joined my friends in a gigantic hug just as two female guards from the omega's pack came back to stand guard. "Stand guard and make sure that no one who is coldhearted try to take him from us," I ordered.

"We will," one of them said. "You guys must really love him that much. I take it that-"

"Yes," I said firmly, my eyes glowing blue. "We are his mates and he is our final piece of our circle."

"Told you, Gabriella," the other guard said, extending her hand. "Pay up."

"Damn," the first guard known as Gabriella said, pulling out a $20 bill. "You're right as usual."

The guys and I just smiled to each other and turning our attention to the door that hid our beloved. I was certain that Carson would fight for his right to live. And soon, he will know how much that we loved him.