Bellatrix Sinclair“How?” Lazarus gritted.“It remains unknown, according to the guards there wasn’t any foul play.” Christian relayed.Their voices fade into the background as I remember the initial conversation I had with Bonnie when she arrived at the palace, amid the gloating she spoke of Lazarus imprisoning Nathan. I recall her vague reasoning, “Something about selling weapons to a rebellion.” She waved dismissively, “Honestly who cares.”I fucking cared. Bonnie didn’t realize the value in her information, I’ve been searching for the Human Rebellion while Nathan had been in contact with them. It had to be for money considering his disdain for humankind, he believed werewolves superior and handing over weapons wasn’t anything to stress over.But he royally fucked up.However, his death came as a shock to me because werewolf laws don’t enforce a strict punishment upon wolves opposed to humans. We were tortured endless and bloodily, wolves practically get a slap on the wrist.Except
Bellatrix SinclairI didn’t expect Lazarus to show me his weapons collection, but I wasn’t complaining, staring in awe at the different guns pristinely showcased on the rakes.Glancing over my shoulder towards Lazarus, lifting a teasing brow. “It’s only logical that you keep guns away from me, I’m an expert remember – playing with fire by showing me where you keep them.”He takes calculative steps towards me, chuckling softly and darkly. Capturing my jaw in a gentle grasp, tipping until our eyes are locked on each other. “I told you to try your best to kill me Ma Cherie.” His voice smooth as whiskey, “I’m counting on you to do your best.”“Dangerous words King Lazarus.” I grin cheekily.His eyes flare fervently, “Don’t test my patience otherwise you won’t get the opportunity to play with your toys.”Lifting my hands up, “Fine, fine. I surrender.” Mainly because I wanted to marvel the weapons here.“Good girl.”Heat flourishes to my cheeks whenever he calls me that. I shouldn’t like be
Bellatrix Sinclair“You missed a spot.” Lazarus pointed towards the decadent vases upon the shelves above the fireplace.Clenching my teeth and wiping down the vases with the rag, “Don’t you have a Kingdom to run?” I sarcastically remarked.Lazarus closed the distance between us, familiar sparks of hunger cultivating in my chest and flames of desire searing my back from his intense gaze. His hands decadently scorch my skin, fire exuding from his touch as he caresses my thighs.My breath hitched, Lazarus provoking me with these electrifying sensations. I shiver at the way he kneads my skin, goosebumps arise while I fought the urge to melt into his touch. His heated breath against my ear has my eyes rolling back.“I rather enjoy the show of watching you bend over in this sexy maids uniform and show me that pretty ass that I own.” His voice pure whiskey sin, “Hmm Ma Cherie, I think you like when I play with you.” He teased, darting between my thighs and massing the damp spot in my lacy t
Lazarus De LoughreyI knew being summoned by The Syndicate wasn’t a good thing.A loud bang resounded, a familiar deep voice roaring. “How fucking dare you!”“You had one job.” That aggravating high-pitched feminine voice screeched, “And now you are telling us that you won’t have an heir.”Another feminine voice spoke, “You have forgotten your place.” She snapped, her voice lethal and dead. “You are privileged and spoiled. We gave you the crown and we can just as easily take it away.”All seven council members established the Werewolf Kingdom and continued to fund the nation. The Syndicate held the power to replace me as King and they never failed to remind me every chance they got.They call me spoiled and yet I have listened and fulfilled all their requests because I have no other choice.Darkness loomed over the court, shadowing the members while I stood below and awaited judgement. I knew directly in front of me sat the Head of The Syndicate – my uncle, Donovan Van Acker.“I manag
Bellatrix SinclairThere was a significant shift in his mood when he returned, a melancholy cloud looming over his head while his rage simmered to the surface.“The Vampire Diaries again.” Christian groaned, plopping down next to Valeria and stealing her batch of buttery popcorn.They all wave me off casually, engrossed in Elena’s discovery of being Katherina’s doppelganger. My focus was completely on Lazarus, he raced past without a second glance, yanking off his tie. “Lazarus.” I called, but he presses forward without a response.Trudging into his room, readying to slam the door in my face. “What the hell Lazarus!” I shouted, evading the attack.He tore off his jacket, frantically running his fingers through his hair. “Just leave Bellatrix.”“No. I’m not leaving.” I declared, shaking my head. “This obviously has something to do with The Syndicate.”“DONT!” He snapped, turning around and his eyes darkened, “You don’t get to ask me questions on what goes on there.”“Maybe I don’t have
Bellatrix SinclairHis voice brought upon tranquillity, something I’ve lost in Lazarus presence.“Did I hear you correctly?” Emmett repeated. “During the Mate Selection, you were matched to King Lazarus?”“Yes.”“So you are his mate?”“Apparently.” Mates were divine connections for werewolves, a blessing from their Moon Goddess.Emmett released an exasperated breath, “I don’t think you realise what you are in for.”Rolling my eyes. “My priority is getting out of here. We are on the same page; we don’t want anything to do with each other.”“Angel.” His sullen tone murmured, “He might say all that, but I read somewhere that a werewolf cannot resist a mate bond. It’s an intertwining of souls, something you cannot fight.”I chuckled. “Good thing I’m not a werewolf, I don’t feel that connection.”He grew suspiciously silent. “Hello? Emmett?”He whispered in question. “Do you really feel nothing for him?”Goosebumps arose on my skin, ice coursing through my veins because why was I consideri
Bellatrix Sinclair“The Golden Spa.” I read. “This certainly wasn’t what I expected.”Valeria smirks, squinting her eyes playfully. “Did you think something dirty?”“N-no.”She chuckled, “You totally did.” Nudging me gently, “Loosen up, this is supposed to be fun.”I wanted to be at ease, except the truth remained that I only came this district once with Lazarus. This was a completely new experience, uncharted territory because I’m venturing into werewolf’s domain as the only human without any semblance of power.A tightening initiated in my chest, searing my lungs and making it difficult to swallow. Anxiously bouncing from one foot to the other, Valeria placing a comforting hand onto my shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, I’m here.” She smiled reassuringly.Considering our first encounter was a disaster, I found myself believing her sincerity. The spa was in the central district, a different location and Valeria informed that there are various sections that make-up this place.Pushing
Bellatrix SinclairI narrowed my eyes at him. “They are your people. Are you saying that you don’t trust them?”He scoffed at my insolence. “In the essence of life, you are prey among predators.”“My skills have proven different. I can be the predator just as much as you.” I smirked, my voice sweet and condescending.Lazarus eyes sparkled poisonously, flooding my bloodstream with the toxic substance of his evil tendencies. “Ma Cherie,” his voice smooth like whiskey, “you have to be more vicious than this if you ever want to be a predator.”Entranced by those pitch-black orbs, a dark tower looming over me with vile intent. Arching a challenging brow, “I can pull the trigger.” I say, “Your rules restrict me from acting on those impulses.”His fingers sears through my cheek, catching a lock of my hair and twirling it around his finger. “Fear is more lethal than poison.” He stated. “The prospect of death doesn’t scare you, but your fear holds you back more than I do.”“Don’t act like you
Bellatrix SinclairStatic thundered in my ears, shifting to white noise. A sharp pain that pierced my muscles, a pounding in my skull as if splitting my brain in half. I barely managed to open my eyes, distorted vision that slowly seeped into chaos.My eyes stretched wide-open, shock tearing through me as I watched the explosion of madness. Pushing onto my knees, fire igniting in my joints and searing my muscles. Only moments ago, I was being crowned Luna. The joy and uncertainty of the future was obliterated, crumbling into complete ruins before my eyes.An excruciating burn tore through my lungs, crushing my chest with every breath. “Lila.....Lazarus.” I rasped, searching for them upon the broken stage but I couldn’t find them past the rubble.The menacing roars from the wolves reached my ears, drawing my attention to the perpetrators. They were covered in black from top to bottom, exposing only their eyes devoid of humanity. There was
Bellatrix Sinclair“Are you nervous?” Lila quizzed, pocking her head through the curtain and scanning the crowd like I’ve been doing every five minutes. “Who are you looking for?”The judges sat on the stage, on the far right. Lazarus and Donovan were seated next to each other, calm and composed, as if yesterday didn’t happen. Animosity brimming to the surface, only visible to the ones who knew the truth.My chest tightened, agony bleeding from the heart strings that tied us together. No one would guess that he confessed his pain last night, the betrayal of his family became an infected wound that would never heal.Suddenly, those pitch-black orbs locked on mine. “I can feel you worrying, Ma Cherie.” His silvery voice teased. “Focus on yourself, the voting is drawing to a close in a few minutes.”Flashing him a blank stare as I frowned. “Are you okay? It cannot be easy.”
Bellatrix SinclairA king should always suppress their resentment, but there is only so much one could handle before it completely devoured their soul. There was no justice in this world, and he knew that better than anyone, The Syndicate managed to take away the only family he had left.Agony chewed at his heart and despair ripped his flesh apart. Lazarus was being consumed by a blackhole of desolation, falling deeper into the abyss until nothing remained but pure rage. None of us knew his wraith, however I suspected it would be a catastrophe for everyone.He disappeared after The Syndicate dismissed him, usually he would have scolded me for breaking the rules. Except, he instructed Christian to escort me back to the palace for the participants. He was trying to endure his suffering, attempt to repress the hatred that was clearly tearing him apart.The only way he knew how to do that was alone.But I couldn’t shake the acrimonious fire surging through my bloodstream, he had every rig
Bellatrix Sinclair“Clearly he underestimated my abilities.” Melody glowered, expressing her disbelief. “It will take alot more to knock us out.”Her voice became distorted by the splitting headache, another side-effect of the sleeping drug that added to the density of my body. “This feels weird.” I grumbled under my breath.I should be freaking out by such foreign sensations of her voice creeping into my mind, yet it strangely felt right. Melody spoke softly, appeasing the hesitation in my soul from this revelation. “You will get used to it eventually. If you find it too intrusive, envision a wall separating us and you won’t be able to hear my voice.”She was providing comfort, trying to ease my acceptance that I was no longer human. I don’t think I’ve fully comprehended that I’m a werewolf, especially one in the prophecy – which I didn’t believe but Lazarus seemed adamant.Christian flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror, a mirage of emotions filtering through his orbs before his f
Lazarus De LoughreyThe Syndicate resided in a castle, atop the mountains that gave the illusion it floated in the sky. It was secluded from the rest of the Kingdom’s, stationed on a vast piece of land without a soul in sight. Although I knew this place wasn’t truly their home, that information was strictly confidential.Now it made sense that whenever I tried to figure out the identities of the other Elder’s - I came to a dead end and that was due to Donovan’s interference.Bellatrix’s curled her fingers into my jacket, bunching the material in a tight grip. She can barely manage to lift her head, shallow pants slipping from her lips. “Lazarus.....what did you do?”I raised her chin, a magnetic collision of those crystalized blues, lids drooping as she fought the drug. “It’s for your own good.” I said, softly.“I’m supposed....to....help.” Her voice faded as she slumped against me.Carefully maneuvering her back to the leather seat, I adjusted the dosage of the sleeping drug to ensur
Bellatrix Sinclair“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Lazarus chastised, features hardening as he leaned back into the chair.“It’s been almost two weeks, I’ve recovered.” I said sternly. “Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to.”His silence was all the confirmation I needed; the tense atmosphere seeping into his muscles. Not that I blame him, this was a huge betrayal from the only family he had left.Lazarus lifts his gaze to meet mine, arching an eyebrow. “What exactly do you think I am up to?”I sighed, exasperated. “You called for Judah and Valeria. It’s quite obvious that you are planning on confronting your uncle.”“Quite perceptive.” He mused with a smirk.I sucked in a sharp breath, unease curdling in my stomach. “Are you going to tell them about the prophecy and my wolf?”His stare is cryptic, like h
Bellatrix SinclairIn the darkened abyss, this white wolf was radiant – practically glowing like a beacon of hope. She rested her head on her paws; eyes closed like she was sleeping. An invisible force propelled me forward, the further I got – I realized we weren’t entirely alone.This wolf blended with the night, unnoticeable unless you were close. Much bigger in contrast to her, softness in those pitch-black orbs as they focused on her. There was something familiar about this dark wolf, nudging his head gently against hers affectionately.His gaze lifted to mine with equal tenderness. “Finally, you’re awake.”My brows drew together in confusion, “Do you know me?”I’m not sure how I can interpret his expression, clouded by desolation. “You will know me now, because of her.”There was something beautiful about them unlike others I’ve encountered, gleaming with adoration.“Who is she?” I asked curiously, flicking my gaze to our surroundings, “Where are we?”“The answers you seek, he wi
Lazarus De Loughrey“Mate.” Maddox growled, his voice echoing within my mind.This wasn’t an illusion, it was all true. The horrifying screams that vibrated through my body, agony piercing the core of my soul – it was Bellatrix’s cries for help because of the transformation.“You let me hear her voice on purpose.” I marveled, “Mates are unable to hear each other’s voice unless they have marked each other.”Melody embodied fierceness, even in this moment – she was aggressive and a force to be reckoned with – just like Bellatrix. Their souls were intertwined in perfect harmony despite Melody being locked away.She spoke with serenity, a certain warmth that I felt in my heart. “We are a special case; it would have been true if Bellatrix didn’t have any feelings for you, but she is inlove with you.”My heart quickened, elation coiling around my heart. Her expression morphed with pure malice, turning her head towards the target. “No time for that, I can only manage my sanity for a few minu
Bellatrix Sinclair“KILL!” a mysterious voice boomed, bursting my eardrums. “KILL!”The voice penetrated my mind like a thousand needles, and I grabbed my head as every vein screamed in protest, ready to burst. I bit down hard, agony tearing through me mercilessly. It was unescapable, an intense pressure on my chest that crushed my lungs.I choked, banging my chest when every breath burned like acid. “Whats......happening.” I gasped, Thomas’s figure blurring amid the rain and intense fire penetrating my eyes.Something was wrong, something backfired and now my body was rejecting me, desperate to disintegrate my soul into nothing but ashes.Crashing down onto my hands and knees. A raw, violent scream tore from my throat, chaos exploding inside me. “Help me,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe, when something slammed into my chest with brutal force.I coughed blood, fire seared my flesh until all that remained was unimaginable pain. The sickening cracking of bones thundered as my arms jer