MasukThe upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip if you are uncomfortable. ~~~Melinda finds Lucious on the pack training grounds.For the past five months, she let Lucious do whatever he wanted with her body. She pushed him to train harder because she knew how strong Cassian was; even his stamina in bed surpassed Luciousâ.She didn't want him to die by Cassian's hand.For once, she was thinking about her sonâs happiness. She wanted him to have a complete home. She also had to admit she felt something for Lucious.But waking up with her past memories this morning changed everything.They can't sit around and wait for Cassian and his people to show up at the castle.They need to strike when he least expects it.She remembers that centuries ago, she worked with the new vampire king, the younger brother of the twins Elias and Darius, to kidnap Rayaâs son.If those same people are still out there, she can get them to help. And if Rayaâs kid is somehow still brea
Five months ago, Matthias had been a monster of his own making. He had spent two hundred years marinating in a vat of pure, concentrated hatred. He had waited for his parents to return to the world, not to welcome them, but to butcher them. He had been haunted by the memory of the fair. His birthday, when his mother had smiled at him and told him they were going to have fun, only to hand him over to the shadows. He remembered the cages. He remembered the way the vampires treated him. He remembered the cold that didn't just chill you but tried to erase you. By the time he was eighteen, he hadn't just survived; he had become the apex predator. He slaughtered them all. Everyone who had ever laid a finger on him and took the throne of the very kingdom that had tried to break him. When he found out his parents had died, he felt cheated. He wanted revenge. He heard about the curse his mother and father caused to befall them. And then the prophecy about them getting reincarnated.
Author:~~~Five months laterâŠIn the hospital's private wing, Cassian paces a jagged line between the water cooler and the reinforced oak doors.Every few seconds, a raw, gut-wrenching scream tears through the wood, and he flinches like heâs taking a physical blow.Heâs an Alpha who has survived two lifetimes of war, but right now, he looks ready to snap.âWhy is she screaming like that?â Cassianâs voice is a jagged rasp as he runs a hand through his hair. âIs the baby too big? Is something wrong? I swear to the goddess, once sheâs through this, Iâm done. I wonât put her through this again. No more kids. Iâm never touching her again if it means she has to feel like this.âPamela, having had enough of Cassianâs spiraling, bursts into a sharp, mocking laugh.âAre you for real right now?â she asks, shaking her head in disbelief. âYou? Not touching Angela?ââI mean it!â Cassian snaps, though his eyes are wide and panicked. âI'll try andâââOh, please,â Pamela cuts him off, rolling her ey
Cassian suddenly moves. He lays me down gently on the freezing stone floor, his hands supporting my head so it does not hit the rock, and then he stands up and begins to undress quickly. He rips his shirt, unbuckles his belt, and kicks off his shoes and his pants. Within seconds, he is standing naked in front of me. He immediately kneels down beside me, and without hesitation, he grips the hem of my ruined dress. With a sharp but gentle yank, he rips the blood-soaked portion and strips it away with my soaked underwear. The freezing dungeon air bites at my exposed skin, making me gasp, but he works incredibly fast. He takes another clean, torn portion of my dress, folds it neatly and tightly into a thick pad, and places it firmly between my thighs to staunch the heavy bleeding. Then, he gently lifts my legs and pulls his oversized briefs up my hips, securing the makeshift cotton pad in place. The fabric is huge on me, but it holds. I look at him surprised. Where did he
Angela:~~~The brutal grip of the castle guards bruises my arms as they drag us down an endless spiral of rough stone stairs.My boots scrape against the jagged, uneven edges of the steps, but I can barely feel my legs.There's only the deep, tearing pain in my lower stomach. A heavy, rhythmic cramping that screams a terrifying truth. My body is failing.It is giving up on the tiny, fragile life growing inside me.The air grows freezing the deeper we go, smelling like wet earth, rotting wood, and ancient, rusted iron. It's the scent of a grave.The guards don't show an ounce of mercy. They throw us inside the cell. I hit the stone floor hard, my shoulder taking the brunt of the impact.The violent jolt knocks the remaining air from my lungs, just as the heavy iron door slams shut behind us.âAngel!... You bastards, I will rip you apart for this!â Cassian threatens, his voice lacking its usual edge.âYeah, that's if you're coming out of here alive. No one survives the cold dungeon.â O
The upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip it if you are uncomfortable. ~~~ From the very beginning, Claudia had played them all. She was a royal siren, a master of dark manipulation and shapeshifting. She was tasked by Elias' and Darius' father to end the peace between the lycan king and the crimson queen. Claudia had shapeshifted to look exactly like Raya. She became Raya down to the smallest detail and lured Alaric in with her sirenâs call. It should have worked, but his hand snapped to her throat to her shock and strangled her, nearly killing her. âYouâre not her.â So, she used her royal siren magic to wipe his memories. Her son was not even Alaric's; he belonged to Alaric's dead brother. Raya, betrayed by Alaric and Claudia plotting to have her killed, attacked Claudia, ripping her face and digging her wing nails deep into the siren's chest. âRaya! What are you doing?!â Alaricâs voice roared down the hall. Before he could reach
Cassian: ~~~ âI will go and call Angela,â Melinda says, after I finish setting the dining table. âDon't bother, sit and let us eat.â I stop her. âOh,â she mumbles with a nod before taking her seat. We eat in silence, a comfortable one, of course. âŠ~... Melinda leaves to go and do the dishes,
It's been hours since we got back, and it's dark outside, yet I have no plans to go down, not even at midnight.Firstly, it's because I'm afraid of running into Brother, and secondly, I want to avoid a repeat of what happened five months ago.My phone next to me on the bed rings, and it's Brandon.
It was as if he anticipated this, because the moment my lips touched his, his hand grasped the back of my neck, tilting my head as he started kissing me. He nibbles his teeth firmly on my lower lip and thrusts his tongue into my mouth when I gasp. âHoney?â Melinda's voice calls out, accompanied by
Cassian:~~~My angel slapped me because of that scumbag.However, what gave Melinda the courage to push her?She's mine. Only I have the right to hurt her.âGet out!â I grit through clenched jaws after Angela sent the loser away, then told him to wait for her.How ridiculous.She'll only be able t







