Mag-log inRhea POV
I opened my eyes slowly and carefully, feeling as if my heart was about to burst from my chest. I was really scared, but nothing actually happened. I was standing right there in Killian's arms as he hugged me tightly.
What the hell just happened? What's going on? I thought the bomb was going to explode any minute now. Nothing happened. Could this actually mean something? Or is it because Killian had held me close to him and so tightly? No, this can't be happening, I pondered as I hadn’t even regained my consciousness fully. It felt as if I was going to die in just a split second.
Then, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, Lucien burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that it felt as if tears were going to come out of his eyes. I was shocked as everybody looked in his direction.
What could make him start laughing like this in such a situation?
“Why are you laughing? This is not funny! Any minute, I could have died! Both Killian, we could have died, and we are here laughing sarcastically. What's the meaning of this?” I shouted at him. He looked at Killian and me, then stepped a bit closer and looked directly into Killian's eyes.
“So this is what it takes to make you scared? This is what it takes to make a so-called Alpha actually scared of his whole being? I thought you weren't scared of anything because you are the so-called Alpha. So you can actually be scared? Do you even see the expression on your face just some minutes ago? Did you see how scared you were? I thought you were the fearless Alpha, and you weren't scared of anything. But look what I just did. Just a slight trick I played on you, and you looked as if you were going to give everything up. It looked as if you were scared of dying. It was just a trick I played on you. I wanted to see how strong and fearless you were. But unfortunately for you, you actually disappointed me. I never knew you could be so easily swayed like this. With just a slight trick,” Lucien said.
I looked around, and everybody looked shocked. They were both shocked and scared. They had thought Killian and I were actually going to explode together. But now, with what Lucien had said, a shocked expression was showing on their faces as nobody could understand what he was saying. Even I stood there dumbfounded.
Was this actually a trick? But what was that glowing light? What was beeping inside my body? It actually felt real. It felt as if I was just going to die some minutes ago. What could actually have happened?
I looked at Lucien and gave him a questioning look.
“What the hell are you saying, Lucien? What the hell did you just do? What did you mean by what you just said right now? What kind of trick is that?” I asked him as I immediately held Killian, who was about to go in his direction.
Then he looked me in the eye and stayed put. Suddenly, Lucien spoke out again.
“Yes, Rhea, it was actually a trick. There is no time bomb in your body, and there is nothing of that sort. Do you think I would have been calm if there was a time bomb in your body? Never. I would have never done something like that to you. I only actually did it to scare off these brothers. I wanted to see what kind of Alpha Killian was. I wanted to see if he was strong enough to face death. But no, he was already scared at the last minute. He was scared for his life, as if he was going to die any minute from those few seconds. It felt as if life had been drawn out of his body. The expression on his face exhibited more than fear. He was really scared for his life. And that was what I actually wanted to achieve. I wanted to scare him. I wanted him to feel what it means to be scared since he always claims to be the fearless Alpha,” Lucien said to me.
I looked at him, shaking my head.
“What did you just do, Lucien? Did you even know how scared I was? Did you even stop to think about how I would feel? It felt as if I was going to die of shock even before the bomb exploded. What if something bad had actually happened to me before the bomb exploded?” I shouted at him, and he just looked at me and shook his head.
“You don't need to say any of those things. None of those things happened. There was no bomb in your body. Nothing of that sort would have happened to you. I would not let anything bad happen to you,” he said to me as I stood there dumbfounded.
Everybody was speechless, shocked by what Lucien was saying. Then, all of a sudden, Malachi walked right in front of us and stood before Lucien. He did not utter a word, nor did he say anything as he looked him deep in the eye.
Then, in the blink of an eye, before anybody could say anything, or before Lucien could approach him, he punched him right in the face. As Lucien fell to the ground, Malachi pounced on him and kept giving him blow after blow on his face until his nose started bleeding, including his mouth.
Malachi did not stop; he kept punching him until he was satisfied, until Roger came and pulled him away.
“That’s enough, brother.”
Then Lucien stood up gently, wiping off the blood flowing from his nose to his mouth as he laughed again.
“Why are you all so angry? Do you think I would have actually killed her? Never! Then what the hell was that? What was glowing in her body?”
Rhea POVWe all saw the red light that was beeping, and we all recognized it. It looked like a bomb. Truly, what the hell was that? Malachi shouted at Lucien, who looked at him while wiping more blood off his face.“That was just a tracker. I'd actually planted a tracker in her body. It's just technology that you guys don't know of. I planted a tracker in her so that anywhere she went, she could be easily located. It is not a time bomb, you dummies,” Lucien said, right in Malachi's face.“I never knew that all of you could be easily swayed by just this little trick I played. I would never do anything to hurt Rhea,” Lucien insisted.Killian moved closer to Lucien, standing right in front of him. He was hovering over him as if he was going to kill him on the spot.Lucien looked up at him. “I did not mean to do anything to hurt her. I would never hurt Rhea because she means a lot to me, and I’ll do everything in my power to protect her.”Then, after a moment of silence, Killian shouted a
Rhea POVI opened my eyes slowly and carefully, feeling as if my heart was about to burst from my chest. I was really scared, but nothing actually happened. I was standing right there in Killian's arms as he hugged me tightly.What the hell just happened? What's going on? I thought the bomb was going to explode any minute now. Nothing happened. Could this actually mean something? Or is it because Killian had held me close to him and so tightly? No, this can't be happening, I pondered as I hadn’t even regained my consciousness fully. It felt as if I was going to die in just a split second.Then, all of a sudden and out of nowhere, Lucien burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that it felt as if tears were going to come out of his eyes. I was shocked as everybody looked in his direction.What could make him start laughing like this in such a situation?“Why are you laughing? This is not funny! Any minute, I could have died! Both Killian, we could have died, and we are here laughing sar
Killian's POVThe room smelled of sandalwood, and Mrs. Halloway moved with brutal efficiency, her fingers working through the laces of Rhea's wedding gown until the white silk fell away and pooled on the floor. Rhea lay there in her slip, and her skin was pale under the candlelight, but the look in her eyes said she was still ready to fight."Hold her," the healer said.Malachi stepped forward and sat at the head of the bed, pulling Rhea back against his chest with his arms wrapped around her waist to pin her down. He wasn't using his full strength, but he didn't need to; his weight alone was enough to keep her still."Let go of me, Malachi," Rhea said, her voice shaking. "You were always the quiet one. I thought you had a heart.""That was your first mistake," Malachi said near her ear, burying his face in her hair. "My heart died the day you left, and now I just have hunger."Rodger was at the foot of the bed with his fingers tracing along her ankle, and he wasn't smirking anymore.
Killian's POVThe white silk of her wedding gown was draped over the backseat of the SUV like a shroud, and Rhea was slumped between Malachi and Rodger with her head lolling against Malachi's shoulder. The sedative was strong, but according to the clock on the dashboard, we only had twenty minutes before she woke up, and when she did, it was going to be violent."You realize Varick is going to declare war for this," Rodger said, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror and his usual composure completely shattered. "Kidnapping the bride on the way to the cathedral, it's a suicide mission.""Let him come." I pushed the speedometer needle further right and watched the trees blur past. "He's not touching her, and no one else is either.""She's going to kill us when she wakes up," Malachi rumbled from the backseat, his hand resting cautiously on her knee. He was looking down at her with an expression I'd never seen on him before, something close to reverence or worship. "She isn't the girl we
Rhea's POVThe air in the Great Hall turned to ice, and the heavy thud of the Council's silver-tipped staffs against the marble sounded like a countdown to something terrible. I stared at the mark on my shoulder, the ink pulsing with a dull violet light that made my skin crawl, and I didn't feel connected to Killian or bonded or any of the things the stories said about mates. I felt branded like an animal waiting for slaughter."The Lunar Heir," a voice boomed from the entrance.Lord Varick stepped into the light, and he was ancient, his skin like parchment stretched too thin over bone and his eyes milky with age, but he carried himself like violence incarnate. Behind him stood six Enforcers with their hands resting on silver blades that caught the candlelight and threw it back in harsh glints."Killian," Varick said, his gaze settling on the Alpha like a judge delivering a sentence. "You were tasked with securing the debt, not harboring a threat to our entire species, so step away fr
Rhea's POVThe dress on the bed was the color of dried blood, dark red silk that shimmered in the candlelight like something alive. I stared at it for a long time before my hands stopped shaking enough to touch the lace, tracing the delicate pattern with fingers that felt numb and disconnected from my body.Ten years since my mother married Alaric Blackwood, since she dragged me from our tiny London flat to this sprawling manor in the Alps because she thought she'd found her fairy tale. She didn't know she was walking into a wolf's den, didn't know the charming aristocrat she'd fallen for came with three sons who looked at me like I was contaminating their bloodline just by breathing the same air. I spent my teenage years hiding in the library, staying small and quiet and out of the way, and now my mother was dead from a hiking accident I never believed in, and the boys were men.Dangerous men who wanted to own me.The door creaked open, and I didn't turn around because I knew that sc







