LOGINArdonis’ point of view.
The elevator doors slid open, revealing the cold expanse of my penthouse. Nyra followed me out, with nervous steps, as if her presence was unwelcome. The wedding had been a spectacle, every forced smile she gave the cameras, every polite nod she gave my associates, was all a lie that I paid for.
“Home sweet fucking home” I groan.
I don’t spare her a glance as I head down the hallway and finally into my bedroom. The lights were low and the king-sized bed was laid neatly to perfection. I turned to her. Her wide green eyes were fixed on me, a look of fear I’d grown tired of seeing swam in them.
“Take your dress off”, I ordered. My voice flat, devoid of any warmth.
She flinched but didn’t argue. With trembling fingers, she went to the back of her dress. The white fabric whispered as it slid down her body, pooling at her feet leaving her in nothing but a set of lacy white bra and panties.
I took her hand and led her to the bed; she lay down stiffly looking like a sacrificial lamb. This was the part I have been dreading, touching her. But it was necessary, a biological procedure. I knelt on the bed, parting her legs with my hands. Her breath hitched. I ignored it, leaning down and pressing my mouth against her core.
She tasted clean and pure. I spread her folds with my thumbs, my tongue finding the sensitive nub of her clit. I sucked, hard, knowing the reaction that would cause. Her body jolted, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. Good. A response meant arousal and arousal meant a higher chance of conception.
I worked her methodically, licking upwards of her cunt to her stomach, my mouth finding the tight peak of her nipple. I bit down gently, then soothed it with my tongue, feeling her body arch beneath me. A shudder ran through her and she let out a soft cry. She orgasmed. One box ticked.
I slid a finger into her, then two, feeling the tight unyielding barrier of her. She tensed, a whimper of pain escaping her.
“Please”, she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Be gentle. I’ve never done this before.”
I ignore her and scissored my fingers inside her. Stretching her, preparing her. It was a matter of efficiency. When she was sufficiently slick and widened, I rose and unfastened my trousers, freeing my cock. It was a tool, nothing more.
“Look at me”, I command. “I want you to look at me when I take you.
I positioned myself between her legs and drove into her with one sharp thrust. as I tore through the barrier of her innocence, she cried out, a raw pained sound that grated on my nerves.
I felt her tear, as the brief resistance of her virginity gives way. I set a hard, fast rhythm. My only goal was release, to deposit my seed and be done with it. I watched her face turn to the side a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. Pathetic. I closed my eyes, focusing on the friction, on the end goal. Finally, my own orgasm hit, a wave of pleasure that was more relief than ecstasy. I came deep inside her, then pulled out.
The sound of her silent tears filled the room. I stood, putting on my clothes without a backwards glance. Without a word, I walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me and leaving her inside. I make way to my home office.
In my office, the silence was a balm. I poured myself a stiff drink, the whiskey relaxing my tense muscles. I pulled out my phone and dialed Elara’s number. She answered on the second ring.
“Well?” she purred. “How was the wedding night husband? Did you enjoy deflowering your little bride?” her tone was smug, amused.
I downed the rest of my drink in one go. “It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do,” I said, my voice low and tight. “She just lay there crying. It was like fucking a corpse.”
Elara laughed a low husky sound. “Poor baby. But you did what you had to do for us. For our future.”
“I had to.” I confirmed, staring out the window into the city lights. “The sooner she gets pregnant, the sooner I can serve her the divorce papers. I can’t wait to be done with her.”
She laughed softly, the type that turns me on. “You sound bored. Good thing I’m here to…...liven things up. How soon until you come to me?”
I stared out the window into the night. “Soon. My love. I tire of pretending. She’s fragile. I miss being with someone who understands who I am.”
“Someone who wants what you are.” She said, then lowered her voice. “You’ll come back to me, won’t you? After you’ve done your duty?”
“Yes,” I said quietly. “I can’t wait to be with you again. To feel your warm….” I cut myself off, tightening my eyes. “To feel all of you.”
A brief silence floated between us before she spoke again.
“Just remember Ardonis…. The clan sees everything. Your marriage is not the only thing they are watching.”
“I know the consequences.”
She hummed. “Good. Because if you forget…well, your uncle’s warning wasn’t a suggestion.”
And just like that the memory crashed into me.
I stood before my uncle, high lord Marcus, inside the ancient stone chambers of our clan hall. Torches flickering along the walls.
His deep voice boomed along the aged walls “You are the last of your line Ardonis. In the past decade, we have lost three of our strongest males to this disease.” He pauses then continues. “They’re targeting us. At first, they say they want to make peace with us but now, they turn around to stab us in the back. Slowly killing us off one by one.”
I remained silent.
Marcus leaned forward, laying his cold grip on my shoulder. “Whether you love her or not is irrelevant. You will marry. You will breed. Our bloodline must survive.”
I don’t flinch.
“If you die without an heir, our enemies win. If Elara can’t give you one, then you will find another woman. Do what you must.”
I inhaled deeply as I come back to the present.
“I haven’t forgotten,” I murmured into the phone.
“Good.” Her voice sharpened. “Then don’t get distracted by her tears.”
I clenched my jaw. “I won’t.”
I ended the call without another word.
Outside my study, I could still hear the faint echo of her tears. And for a single fleeting moment……
No….. I just need a child, and I’m done with her forever.
Xavier’s point of view.Sitting in this office was suffocating the shit out of me. The air in Nyra's office was thick with the scent of Kelly's cheap perfume. I stood by the window, my hands clenched into fists in my pockets, watching her circle the room like a vulture that had just claimed its kill. She ran a possessive hand over the back of Nyra's leather chair, a smug, satisfied smile on her face."It's amazing, isn't it?" she purred, turning to me. "All this... mine. It just feels right."I forced my expression to remain neutral, but inside, I was seething. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to lash out, to wipe that triumphant smirk off her face with my bare hands. I hated her. I hated the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked at me like I was a prize she'd won."You know, Xavier," she said, sauntering over to me, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's something you should know. Something that makes all this so much... sweeter."I raised an ey
Ardonis’ point of view.I watched in disbelief as the two security guards in their ill-fitting uniforms dragged Nyra across the marble floor. She didn’t bother fighting anymore. The sight of it, of her utter devastation, sent a cold fury through me. Kelly stood there, smirking, while Xavier, the traitor, just watched. He made to move but Kelly held him back.That was it. I'd had enough.I moved before I even fully formed the thought, The first guard didn't even see me coming. I grabbed his arm, and with a sharp, violent twist, I felt the bone snap. He screamed, releasing Nyra and clutching his broken limb to his chest. The second guard turned, his eyes wide with shock, but I was already on him. I drove my fist into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him in a whoosh of expelled air. He crumpled to the floor, gasping like a fish out of water.I scooped Nyra into my arms. She was dead weight, her head lolling against my shoulder, her eyes vacant and staring at nothing. I carried her o
Kellys point of view.**Three weeks ago** The air in Governor Thorne's private study was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and old money. I sat in the comfy leather chair he offered, my hands folded neatly in my lap, the picture of professional composure. Inside, my heart was a caged bird, beating against the bars of my ribs. I needed an ally. Someone even more powerful enough to burn Nyra's empire to the ground."I appreciate you seeing me, Governor," I began, my voice smooth and measured.Thorne took a long drag from his cigar, the tip glowing like an eye in the dim light. "Miss Grant. You said you had a proposition regarding Vosper pharma and its current CEO." He said Nyra's name like it was something foul on his tongue."I do," I said, leaning forward slightly. "Nyra Hearthe has become... unstable. Her personal entanglements, her sentimental attachments... they are a liability to the company's mission. I believe a change in leadership is not just beneficial, but necessary."He
Nyra’s point of view.My heart kept beating against my ribs like a trapped bird as I raced down the corridor, Ardonis's frantic words echoing in my ears. They've out-owned you in the shares.A new owner. I burst through the heavy glass doors of the boardroom, my breath coming in ragged gasps.Every head turned. The room was silent, the air thick with tension and the scent of old money. I looked around, my eyes wide with disbelief, at the faces of the board members I had known for years. They all stared back, their expressions a mixture of pity and grim resolve."What's going on in here?" I demanded, my voice trembling with a fury I couldn't contain.Mr. Vanderkilt, the head of the board, a man whose jowls had always seemed to sag with disapproval, turned to face me. He looked solemn, almost mournful. "Nyra," he said, his voice heavy. "Is it true?""Is it true what?" I shot back, my confusion mounting."Is it true that you have been liquidating your assets and planning to flee the comp
Ardonis point of view.After Nyra called me late last night, I couldn’t bring myself to go back to bed. I spent the whole night pacing my bedroom.I kept thinking about the kidnapping attempt. It didn’t make sense—not entirely. Vampires don’t move like that unless there is a purpose behind it.Those men were shadows. Silent enforcers whose sole purpose was to fulfill the commands of their masters. So, who sent them?The precision, silence, no feeding and no messages left behind.That rules out rouges, they’re desperate and sloppy. Those guys weren’t. so which clan?The northern covens are in an internal war right now, they’re too busy killing each other to plan something this clean. The eastern houses favor politics over force. They would have sent envoys not shadows. The southern bloodlines….no they don’t touch children. Because of their old laws and superstitions.So, who on earth could have sent vampires to kidnap Nyra’s son and for what purpose? I will do everything in my power to
Nyra’s point of view.Drinnnggggg!!!!The doorbell chimed loudly. I get up and move to the foyer.I motioned to James my butler, that I would get the door instead and he nodded in response. I opened the door and, on my doorstep, stood Xavier, his expression a mixture of concern and relief. I didn't say a word; I just threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. The solid warmth of his broad chest was an anchor in the storm still raging inside me.He held me tight, his hand stroking my hair. "I'm here, baby. I'm so glad you're both okay."I pulled back, wiping at my eyes. "Come in. He’s been asking about you." And the tall man that saved him but I don’t mention that.I led him upstairs and the door to Lucien’s room was ajar, and I could hear the faint sounds of him playing with his action figures. We peered inside. He was sitting on his comfy rug, meticulously staging a battle between a superhero and a villain."Hey, sweetiee," I said softly, pushing the door open.Lucien's







