I stand before the heavy oak doors leading to the quarters of Alpha Rich Landry, Mikos's father.
My senses tell me Alpha Rich Landry is present, just as Tyler had said, but at this moment, I hesitate, my fist poised to knock.
Doubt blossoms in my heart. If Mikos himself does not consider me good enough, how am I to convince his father that I am?
Before I can fully put my thoughts together, a deep voice calls from within.
"If you are going to come in, then do so."
That commanding voice belongs to Alpha Rich Landry, but there is something strange about his tone, something I cannot place.
My hands tremble as I turn the knob, I take a tentative step in, to find Alpha Rich already staring at me, his brows furrowing in displeasure.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Alpha Rich Landry demands, his tone cold yet his voice is slurred.
The stench of alcohol is heavy in the air and it hit me from the very moment I stepped in, flooding my senses.
I resist the urge to scrunch up my nose in disgust, for fear of offending him.
My eyes quickly scan the room, sure enough, empty bottles of beer lie all around and I realise this is not a good time.
"I... I... excuse me, Alpha." I stuttered out, about to take my leave but the door slams shut right in my face.
The thought dawns on me at this very moment, stirring a chill of terror, 'Alpha Rich Landry's element is the air element.'
"Rich... just Rich now." Alpha Rich Landry corrected.
He stands up to his feet and slowly walks over to me. Meanwhile I can only stand, frozen in place, the door firmly shut behind me.
"You must be...Kyra. Carroway's niece." He continues, proving he did know exactly who I was.
I nod slowly, too terrified to even say a word. His aura is imposing, a different kind of imposing from that of my uncle who was of the same generation.
Instead, Alpha Rich's aura feels predatory at this moment and I question if I have made the right choice coming here to seek his help.
"You are already here, tell me why you have come." Alpha Rich Landry instructs, his tone though slurred, still holds an imposing command, impossible to ignore.
I slowly retreat a step backwards, my hands clenched nervously at my sides.
"I am your son's mate..." I begin in the worst way possible.
Even to my own ears, my opening statement sounds ridiculous.
Alpha Rich quirks a brow and I wince visibly.
"Interesting. I seem to recall Mikos saying the same about Lana. So who is it then? Carroway's girl? Or his niece?" Alpha Rich asks,
"I... I... Alpha Mikos knows the truth. If you ask him..." I trail of, unsure of what else to say.
"What business of mine is it who Mikos wants to fuck and who he doesn't?" Alpha Rich asks coarsely.
I wince again at the harsh words, it is clear to me in this moment that Alpha Rich is not in the right state of mind to be of any help to me.
"I... I apologise for disturbing you. May I leave now?" I ask, my voice unsteady.
Alpha Rich steadily closes the distance between us, one step ahead of the other, slowly...stalking.
I equally back away until my back is flat against the door, with no further path of retreat.
My heart beats rapidly and I wonder if Tyler would hear if I scream at this moment. But if he did hear, would he come to my aid?
The man before me is after all Alpha Rich Landry.
Alpha Rich now stands toe to toe with me, and he leans down, peering closely at me.
The stench of alcohol on his breath nearly knocks me out but I bite down on my lip.
"You look just like your mother..." Alpha Rich Landry slurs.
"I... I...you knew my mother?" I ask, my tone is shaky.
"More than that..." Alpha Rich says,
Leaning even closer to whisper in my ears, "I fucked her... once. Before she was carted away by your father and never looked back at me."
My breath hitches in my throat and as he pulls back, his eyes reflect a potent lust and as the stench of his arousal becomes prominent, his intent dawns and disgust crawls down my spine.
"I am...not my mother..." I say.
"No...you are not. Your father wanted your mother...but you... Mikos does not want you, does he?" Alpha Rich taunts.
My heart drops to the pit of my stomach, I came to seek a solution but instead, I had walked into Alpha Rich's grasp.
Alpha Rich leans down close to my neck, inhaling deeply and I shudder in disgust. He seems to mistake it for encouragement and immediately pounces, kissing up my neck in a lust induced frenzy.
"No... please..." I beg, desperately struggling against him.
Fear blossoms into terror, my mind races , desperate for an escape but I'm pinned, his breath hot and sour against my neck.
"Stay put. No one is coming to save you." Alpha Rich snarls.
Something deep inside of me snaps, there is a sudden surge within my veins, seeking an outlet and my skin feels heated.
The air shifts, becoming hotter and thicker. Alpha Rich is too distracted to notice, but I do.
My skin tingles, a strange light flickers at the edges of my vision and I can pick up on the smell of smoke.
Alpha Rich releases a hiss of pain and stumbles back, his eyes shifting from lustful to alarmed.
I tremble from head to toe, feeling the heat as intense as being burned alive.
"What the..." Alpha Rich begins but his words are cut off as a powerful wave of flames burst out from within me, erupting all around the room.
Alpha Rich screams in horror but his vo
ice now sounds so distant, my mind is too clouded to take note and the flames?...They just keep growing.
The smell of this courthouse is like dust and old paper.I’m sitting on the bench outside, shoes scraping the concrete, my whole body feels...tired. Not exactly tired. Heavy.Alaric sits next to me, so close his arms brush mine. He hasn't said anything since the encounter with Mikos and neither have I.Honestly, I’m scared if I try to say anything or even open my mouth, I might start crying and never stop.The court session ended a few minutes ago. I can hear the ruckus going on outside the courthouse even here.Lana and Uncle Carroway will be facing real consequences and the council is committed to tracking down every last member of the syndicate. They'll all face justice, human scientists and werewolves alike.I should feel relief. I should be glad that it's all over. Somewhere deep down, I am.But right now, it mostly feels like my bones are struggling to remember how to hold me up. All the revelations in the past three months and today have really shaken me up.Leaving me wonderi
Three months laterKyraThe court room feels much too tidy for the kind of dirty things that are about to be dragged into the light.The floors are made from marble, the entire ceiling from glass. Council banners hang from the walls like they mean something.This is not a real court, not like the ones humans have, but it’s close enough. A group of gray haired shifters in expensive suits sit in a half-circle, pretending they didn’t let monsters thrive right under their noses.There are cameras everywhere. Half the city is probably glued to their screens. Only a small percentage of that half understand what this trial is truly about.The headlines say: Businessman Lance Carroway and beloved Socialite Lana Carroway exposed to have ties with traffickers.Humans have their own understanding of traffickers. But for our kind, it's so much worse.I sit in the second row, hands placed under my thighs to keep them from trembling.Lana stands across the hall looking bored. If I didn't know bette
~AlaricI stumble into the wreckage of the facility, my boots echoing on the cracked concrete. The emergency lights bathe the halls in a blood‑tinged glow. Every step brings a fresh wave of nausea and dread.I might be too late. I pray I'm not.The doors have been forced wide open. Inside, overturned cages lie empty, locks torn free, shattered glass dripping onto the floor. Signs that not only was there a break in, the facility was shutdown in a hurry.Vials of black serum lie scattered, their contents dark and sickly. I follow the trail of footprints, small and large, leading toward the center chamber where the air reeks of antiseptic and panic.Every instinct in me screams that Kyra had been here. She had suffered here. But she's not here anymore.Where is she?I round a corner and freeze. Bodies. Four of them. Two scientists, their lab coats stained red, collapsed against a control panel that had exploded in sparks. Two guards lie still, faces slack with shock. No signs of struggl
I woke up with a gasp. My body is burning from the inside out. It's not the burning fever of illness, it is something else. Something I've never experienced before.A scorching heat that rips through my veins and leaves every nerve ending raw. I bolt upright in the abandoned cabin’s narrow bed, sweat pouring down my temples. My hands fly to my belly, my stomach clenches around the baby as if it is also caught in the blaze.My throat is so dry I can taste sand, but every breath feels like I'm inhaling liquid metal. The sheets are plastered to my legs, my shirt is soaked through. I try to swing my legs over the edge, but my knees buckle under me. Heat roars in my head, pounding behind my eyes like a war drum.This isn’t how a pregnancy should feel.I close my eyes, searching for any flicker of control, my fire element, my one weapon. But it's gone, taken away by Lana’s serum. All I have left is this agony.But this doesn't even feel like the effect of the serum. Then it hits me: I'm in
I drift in and out of consciousness, each flicker of awareness dragging me back into the merciless brightness of the lab. My wrists ache where the bands bite into my skin, and every muscle burns as if I’d run a hundred miles. But worst of all is the dull ache in my belly, the echo of the first phase of whatever madness this is.It's been what? Hours of poking and proding me with over a dozen needles. All kinds of serum have been pumped into my veins, triggering varying ranges of pain.And all along, I grit my teeth through it and swallow down my screams. Because that is all I can do.Through bleary eyes I see the two scientists arguing behind a bench piled with cracked vials and broken slides. Their voices rising in clipped whispers.“It should have worked,” one snaps, voice harsh. “Her elemental signature was off the charts.”“Off the charts doesn’t help,” the other retorts, jabbing at a console. “You underestimated the suppressant matrix. We need higher voltage, double the current.”
~KyraThe next time I woke, it is to the taste of metal in my mouth, the air is thick with the scent of bleach and something even worse. Burned ozone, like a chemical spill trapped in a jar. The gentle ache behind my eyes explodes into wrenching agony when I try to lift my head. But I notice I've been moved to a new room, it looks much the same as the cell-like room, only that this is larger and equipped with medical instruments... like an OR.I find my wrists bound to a narrow stainless‑steel table, pinned by bands lined with silver that burns into my wrists. My ankles are fixed to the table’s foot, too. I am a prisoner in every sense of the word.Bile rises in my throat and the urge to hurl. I force it down, knowing that will not help my situation. My heart hammers so hard in my chest that I think it might shatter my ribs. And something in me even hopes it does, anything was better than being strapped here like a sacrifice.Panic flares, hot and vivid, until I force myself to breat