Caterina
Could I truly face Carlotta after all this time and keep my cool? She has constantly humiliated me in the worst ways and coveted what I had. I am filled with anger and hatred towards her and what they all put me through in the past. My family loathed me and made me a rogue after I left, knowing full well that it would hurt me.
Did Carlotta know that I was not a true member of the family after all? It would explain why she has always hated me. I suppose that I would never truly know her reasons for hating me, and to be honest, I didn’t care anymore.
Dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and boots, I head down to join Kai again and prepare for the day ahead. I am pretty surprised at the fact that I do not feel nervous at the thought of facing my family again.
I loved them, even while living under their constant abuse and humiliation. Does that make me weak? I can’t help but think of Xamnir’s words while he held me aloft: “Sometimes love
Prologue - Lily, 19 Years Old Given to the Russian mafia; my brother truly had no respect for me. How can I consciously describe the anger that I am feeling right now? Sitting on a million-dollar private jet and heading for New York, I feel like nothing more than a slave sold off to appease an Alpha, even if that Alpha looked like he had zero interest in me. How could my brother do this to me? After everything I have done to show him that I am worthy of being his Beta! After all the training I went through, the beatings, the abuse! He promised me that he would consider me for the role if I completed my training, but what did I expect from a beast who has murdered three of his wives? I clench my jaw, then look at the two men in front of me; both imposing and tall with the air of Russian royalty about them. Kai Volkov was everything the rumours said and more; tall, built like a panzer tank, and no emotion evident in his blue eyes. The i
Kai I watch Caterina as she sleeps, and as usual, a smile spreads on my face. This woman has brought me nothing but happiness, and now that she’s pregnant with my child and heir, you can bet your ass that my overprotective nature has doubled. Yes, this does tend to annoy her, but what she doesn’t understand is that even though I am overprotective, my beast is a thousand times worse. It takes a lot of willpower to shut him down when she lets out a sigh or looks worried - I love her deeply, but he… he’s another story altogether. It’s 6 am, and I get up to start my day. Things have calmed down after the deaths of the vampires. I know a new den will start up in the absence of Westcott, but we will be prepared for them when they do arrive. Our new coven of witches arrived last night with nothing but goodwill and blessings; it irks me a bit because these witches hail from Norway, and I despise their evil nature. I make my way downst
Caterina I killed Nikolai; I murdered the youngest Volkov, and as I stand in front of his burning pyre, this is all that runs through my head. No one blames me. Of course, they wouldn’t, but whenever I close my eyes, I can see Nikolai’s face looking up at me with pleading eyes as I tear him in two. This IS my fault, no matter how they look at it or how much they deny it. Kai takes my hand in his and kisses the back. “Let's go home,” he says, leading me back to the car. I’ve been wracked with guilt ever since we came home from the DA Westcott’s place. The brothers set the place on fire and made it look like a disgruntled former caseworker did it. Knowing that I summoned something dark to do my bidding scares the hell out of me, and the fact that it killed every vampire in his lair terrifies me to my core. The Volkov Witches told Kai about their part in everything, which included making sure Kai mated with me and fulfil
Konstantin I’ve felt Fenriz’s eyes on me this entire time; does he know something that I don’t? Ever since he arrived a few hours ago, he’s been shooting me death glares, and I still don’t know why. Well, I think I understand why. Word got to him that I claimed his sister as my second in command, so perhaps he wants to ask me about her. Fuck, I hope he doesn’t because I haven’t exactly told him that she left my side almost three months ago. “Konstantin,” his gruff voice cuts through my thoughts as he walks over to me, shifted back to his human form. “I believe Lilith has been under your care this entire time. How is my little sister?” The question I have been dreading has come, and when I look at him, it is with feigned boredom. “I wish I knew; she left a few months ago after she found her mate-” Fenriz has me pinned against the wall before I can even finish my sentence, and when he looks at me, it is with double crimson Lycan
Caterina DA Westcott leaves the basement again after pinning me to the ceiling with chains drenched in wolfsbane. He’s expecting me to perform some sort of miracle and turn him into a hybrid. I think he’s watched too much Vampire Diaries, if you ask me. A Wolf/Vampire hybrid? Is he insane? Not only does that cross taboo, but it is entirely unheard of. I’m the vessel of a Goddess, not a goddamn magician! But if I don’t come up with something in the next two hours, my torture will continue again. He’s placed me in a chamber made out of pure silver, so I can’t even call for help through the link if I wanted to. Who told him about me? About the prophecy? Someone close to us is leaking information, and I don’t think it is only Dominik Volkov. I don’t think Kai can survive another betrayal of someone close to him, and by the looks of things, I might know who it is. It pains me to think of it, but I will remain quiet until I
Kai Someone has taken her, someone who has no scent and left my brother for dead. I will tear this entire fucking town to shreds if it means finding her. They took something that belongs to me, and they will fucking pay with their bloodline. No one touches what is mine and lives - no one. “Kai, we need to regroup and catch her scent before it completely disappears,” Kon says as we put Dimitri into his truck. “Who the fuck knew we were coming here?” He asks, but we both already know the answer to that. We've been planning to get the asshole for days now. “Dominik, who else?” I answer, walking to my car with nothing but murder on my mind. He will pay, and I don’t give a shit if he’s my uncle or not. “I’m coming, Caterina,” I say through the link, hoping it gets through to her, but it remains silent. This has just become personal - real fucking personal. Kon tries to get my attention through the link, but I drown