Mag-log inThey say she has the face of an angel, the body of a temptress and the soul of the devil. Hence the nickname La Diabla. She Devil. ------------- Catalina They're not wrong. I killed my father and my husband and I won't hesitate to kill anyone who crosses me. Kahlo I should have killed her the moment I set my eyes on her. She's the devil incarnate. Yet I find myself hesitating. Always hesitating...
view moreChapter 1: He Do.... I Don't
SERAPHINA
My wedding gown rustled against the floor as I stood before the altar, my hands shaking a bit despite Keiran holding my hands together with his. The Cathedral of the Moon was the church where I was getting married. Every seat was filled with the most powerful supernatural beings in existence. They included werewolf alphas, vampire lords, fae nobility, and witch covens.
They all gathered to witness the union that would be the talk of the century. A marriage between a Lycan King and a Luna Born.
My father, Vincent Blackwood, sat still in the front pew, his eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
Beside him, my mother Isabella was the picture of a dignified lady, although I saw her eyes moving around which meant she was checking for exit and making sure that they aren't taken unawares by rogues who might object to this wedding.
My twin brothers, Lionel and Lucas, were beside them, looking handsome and proper in their suits.
But don't take their appearance as a reason to lay down your guards. They were fully equipped with weapons beneath their suits.
On the opposite side, Kieran's family was sitting and they commanded attention as well. His parents and sisters were in the front pew followed by their extended relatives and then advisors and pack leaders filled the spaces behind them.
"We gather here today," the ancient priest was speaking, his voice carrying the drawl that was associated with someone that has survived a century of existence, "to witness the sacred bonding of two souls destined by the Moon Goddess herself."
He lifted the ceremonial veil, that had the house crest of our two packs on it. "The union of Kieran Nightshade, Lycan King of the Northern Territories, and Seraphina Blackwood, daughter of the House of Shadows, will forge an alliance that will—"
My attention drifted away from listening to what the priest was saying as I could feel the eyes of hundreds of eyes on me, each of them filled with expectations that I wasn't sure I could fulfill. My clothes felt too tight on me and for a moment, it felt like I couldn't breathe.
Kieran's thumb was gently stroking my knuckles, it was a gesture meant to be comforting me, but it only made my skin crawl. It wasn't that he was cruel or unattractive. It was quite the opposite At twenty, he was very handsome, with dark hair and green eyes that seemed to see straight through my soul. He was powerful, respected, and by all accounts, a good man who would make a worthy mate. Hell he was the mate that the Moon Goddess had picked for me, recognizing him as soon as I turned 18.
But he wasn't my choice.
"The groom will now speak his vows," the priest announced, and the cathedral fell silent, waiting to hear his words.
Kieran's hands tightened around mine, as he opened his mouth and spoke
"I, Kieran Nightshade, promise to take you as my mate, to love and protect you and the pups we will have, to never leave your side, and if I must die, I die protecting you."
Around us, the guests nodded their approval, but all I could hear was my erratic heartbeat. My wolf, usually asleep was awake this time around and began to pace restlessly beneath my skin, making me fidget a bit.
"And now," the priest continued, turning to me with a smile on his face, "the bride will speak her vows."
I could feel my father's eyes burning into my back, could sense my mother's tension, could practically hear my brothers thoughts telling me to say the vows and fulfill my duty to my family.
Kieran's green eyes searched my face, his breath seized as he waited for me to speak.
My mouth opened, but no words came. The vows I'd memorized, all seemed to have fled my brain like sugar dissolved in water.
"I..." I began, my voice cracking like I was experiencing puberty for the first time. The priest nodded his head to encourage me to continue, and Kieran's grip on my hands tightened as if he could somehow anchor me to this moment through sheer will.
But my wolf had other ideas. She surged forward, her panic and desperation overwhelming my human rational mind.
"I can't," I whispered, and I heard the entire cathedral draw in a loud gasp.
Kieran's face went pale, his eyes eyes widening with shock and something that might have been hurt.
"Seraphina?"
"I can't do this," I said louder, pulling my hands free from his grasp. The ceremonial veil falling to the ground which seemed like it was mocking me
"I'm sorry, Kieran. I'm so sorry."
The cathedral burst out into chaos as people started murmuring, their voices getting louder with each passing second. I heard my father's sharp intake of breath, saw my mother's mask break as she looked worried about what was going on, I watched as my brothers half-rose from their seats as if they wanted to physically drag me back to the altar.
But I was already moving, as I kept on talking loudly.
"I believe in true love," I said, my voice loud enough to be heard despite the growing chaos around us.
"What we have isn't that. It's a political alliance that is disguised as marriage. It's duty and obligation and everything else except choice."
Kieran stepped toward me, his hand extended as he wanted to touch me.
"Seraphina, we can talk about this. We can—"
"No," I said, shaking my head so violently that my pinned hair began to spill away, the pins falling off
"I won't be a prize to be won or a treaty to be signed. I won't spend my life pretending that the arrangement we have is the same as love."
I allowed my wolf to come forward as I felt my bones breaking and white furs coming out from my body and in a second, my wolf Nyx stood in front of everyone.
"Stop her!" My father yelled pointing at me but it was too late.
I met Kieran's shocked gaze with my wolf's golden eyes. I saw hurt there, and confusion, and then anger as his face hardened. But he didn't stop me.
I looked away from him and ran off leaping through the window as I felt the glass shattering around me as I disappeared into the night, leaving behind the life that I had only known.
But I was free.
When I finally go back downstairs, Salazar is already there with the cleaning crew. He's standing in the middle of the living room with his hands in his pockets. He looks unbothered but I know he'd tell me off if he could. Sometimes I wonder why someone like him chose to support me when he could have taken over as the boss. He's calm, rational, and dangerous in a way that doesn't need to be loud. Agreeing to leave with Kahlo without security was reckless. The men who attacked me could've been anyone ranging from a local gang, the police who want me out of their way, or someone powerful with a vendetta against me. If they had guns, I would probably be dead already. But what can I do? My man wanted a weekend away with me. I couldn't deny him. "Ma'am" "Save it. I don't care for what you have to say" The muscle in his jaw ticks but he doesn't speak. Kahlo is still following me. I suppose he has a lot to say but doesn't know where to start. What a time to be i
I'm taken aback by the scene in front of me. Not because it's the first time I've seen this kind of violence but because of the person who caused it. I watched Fan kill and even when he made me do it for the first time, I don't remember being so shaken. The body beneath her is unrecognizable. All I can see is that it's missing an ear. Catalina is covered in blood and when she smiles like that... Fuck, it's the creepiest thing I've ever seen. I can't help the way my stomach drops. Because it just dawned on me that this is not my innocent Catalina. Maybe at one point, she was the woman I'd imagined her to be but not anymore. For someone to be so at ease with a dead body beneath them means this isn't their first, second, or even third time to kill. She's done it before. A part of her even enjoys doing it. This is who she is. She's the she-devil. Then again, she was married to Fan for five years. Of course, she's capable of this and so much more. Bits and pieces of the truth I'd ignore
It's our last day here. I'm almost reluctant to leave but I need to get back and see if the guys have been good. With Salazar around, there's nothing to worry about but once in a while, one of them thinks they can outsmart me by stealing or going to the cops. And I enjoy showing them why I was dubbed the she-devil. Fuck, I miss the scent of blood and the screams that come along with it. How many days has it been since I last had my pound of flesh? As much as I love it here, it doesn't feel like home. Kahlo left to see someone in town and said he wouldn't be long. Ten minutes after he'd gone, it occurred to me that I wasn't comfortable being here alone. He's the one that makes me want to stay not the place itself. Which is good because I don't think being a farm girl is in my blood. This place is boring as fuck. Since I was alone, I took the chance to snoop around. Kahlo never gave me a tour because every chance he got, he slid inside me, and not once did I think of stopping him. I've
I'm sitting between Kahlo's legs with my back to his front as I read the book he bought me. It's a cute small-town romance with vanilla sex scenes. Something I would have enjoyed when I started I started reading but now it's boring. Bland. Where is the bully that makes the female lead's life a living hell but she still ends up with him? Where is the stalker or psychopath who doesn't know the meaning of privacy and personal space? Give me unhinged. Even better if it's the female because I can relate with them. But since Kahlo bought this book for me, I don't mind reading it. Although, it would be a little better if she at least got together with both guys. We all need some toxicity in our lives once in a while. "Why the sigh?" Kahlo asks, his hand rubbing circles on my stomach. He's not what I expected. For a brief moment, I'd hoped he would save me and when he didn't, a part of me had hated him. Sometimes I blamed him for leaving so soon. But over the years, Fanuco rarely mentioned h
"What did you tell her?" "That you have a small dick and are not worth the trouble," she says biting her lip. I narrow my eyes at her. "You're begging for a spanking. Aren't you?" Catalina glances over her shoulder saying "Nothing much. Just that it's not nice to seduce someone else's man" "Really now? And whose man was being seduced?" "Don't be cheeky. If the situation was reversed, what would you do? I doubt you'd be as civilized as I was" For starters, there would be no talking. If someone blatantly hit on her despite knowing she's with me? I'd put a bullet between their eyes. We need more time to figure out how far this thing between us can go but that doesn't mean I will allow her to be with another man. While she's in my bed, she belongs to me. I've only ever been in one relationship and it was complicated. But the difference is I wasn't possessive of her the way I am of Catalina. The thought of another man touching her makes my vision go hazy with jealousy. I would s
I roll over, stretching like a cat. Unfurling my body and releasing cramped muscles while sighing blissfully. For the first time in a while, I slept like a baby. There were no nightmares or memories that always leave me feeling hollow inside. The clock on the bedside table indicates it's 9:30 AM and I know the space beside me is empty without looking. He's an early riser. It's a bright day, a radiant sun spilling its warm light through the curtains and into the room. Outside, the sky is an endless expanse of brilliant blue, unmarred by even a wisp of cloud. I must be crazy because the weather has the side of my mouth lifting in a smile. Who wakes up feeling happy? I'm a grouch in the morning regardless of the day or weather but not today. And my euphoric mood has everything to do with the man I've been sleeping with. Yesterday was a delight. The owner of the cultural center promised to send us the mugs we made after they were done. Then we went to El Zócalo. A bustling central plaza






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