The fact that he got to save the Gwardian's mate and managed to piss him off at the same time, well that was just a bonus and pure luck of circumstance. After all, he had gypsy blood inside of him and could not stop the satisfaction he got from pissing people off.

You don't have a mommy,' Gunnar proclaimed as he walked around Breccan. 'Ok, I want my surrogate,' Breccan said as he sped up to catch the other men. Darius came forward to walk in step beside Wharick and whispered in a discreet tone, 'Please, let me kill him.

I may have been born into this world to be the Gwardian, but I was created for you, for us. You are the reason I exist, the reason I breathe. You are the light to my darkness, and without you I am lost forever.

He was the most wickedly handsome creature she had ever seen in all her days. His hair was black as night, his stature large, his muscles were etched with precision into his smooth skin, every last ripple chiseled into wicked perfection.

He put his wrists out in front, and as he spoke the words engraved on them, he turned his arms around slowly. 'Dum spiramus tuebimur, which in English reads: while we breath, we shall defend,' he told her.

His shoulder-length hair was a rich, dark-brown color with a slight wave to it and it flowed behind him as he ran into the center of the gypsies. He was tall, muscular, and so beautifully handsome, yet primal. He looked magnificent.

Bitterness filled his heart, and he learned to love the feel of its magic.(Darius).

Wow. This has been such a scorching series. Two hawt alpha males. One southern Texan. A recipe for lot of entertainment. - Jamie Leigh.

Dammnnn,' Breccan slowly spoke each letter with a grin on his face that spread from ear to ear. 'Impressive flames, guy.

Oh, now look what you've done. You've gone and pissed him off,' Breccan said as he stood behind two of the gypsies, one of his large hands clamped down on each of their shoulders.