Ashton's POV.
Kira. Kira. Kira. That name echoed in my mind like a curse, a symbol of everything I despised. She had swooped in like a hawk, seizing control of everything my family had in a blink of an eye. But I refused to let her dominance go unchallenged. I don't know how she managed to achieve all she had done alone but I would not allow her to enjoy her victory. She just can't. She came out of nowhere and usurped everything, the whole empire was now under her rule, there was nothing left for us... Nothing left for the family. I paced the lavish room, my thoughts swirling with anger and confusion. How had she managed to manipulate Mr. Jones into handing over his empire? He was no weakling, he wasn't a man to be controlled by a woman, yet somehow she had twisted him around her finger. "Father's death was suspicious, Ash," Mia, or was it Maya, mused, her voice dripping with venom. "I don't buy this 'natural causes' nonsense the doctors are saying. That woman, Kira, she must have had a hand in it." "You should not assume things, Mia." I cautioned, my tone firm. We're in Kira's world now and she must have ears everywhere so one has to be very careful. "It's Maya," she snapped, downing her wine with a flick of her wrist. "And you should remember your sister's name." "Oh..." I blinked, momentarily taken aback. With Mr. Jones' complicated web of relationships, keeping track of names was a Herculean task. One wouldn't blame me for not remembering names, Mr. Jones had numerous affairs which led to children, my late mother was the only woman legally married to him, it was hard trying to keep names of all the children, I don't even know the numbers. I guess Mr. Jones never really cared about how many offsprings he had, he was wealthy enough to take care of a nation. But that woman had taken everything! Well, she might have taken everything for now, but her reign wouldn't last. I refused to bend to her will, to be another pawn in her devilish game. No, I would carve my own path, one that didn't bow to the whims of a woman. "Power... That woman is drunk on power," I muttered under my breath. "Ashton!" A deep masculine voice called before the door was opened. I turned slowly to look at the intruder and I saw my angry step brother. I scanned his face knowing full well the source of his anger...Kira. "Why are you back, Lance? I thought you left?" I inquired calmly, taking a seat. "That woman! That fucking venomous bitch!" Lance growled, his teeth gritted with rage, unable to articulate anything further. "Here, big brother, have some wine," Maya offered, attempting to diffuse the tension as she extended a glass towards him. But before she could blink, he snatched the glass and hurled it to the ground, shattering it into a thousand pieces. "Well, there goes a good wine," I remarked dryly, relaxing in my seat to observe his display of anger. Lance had always struggled to contain his temper, a flaw that often landed him in trouble, yet he never seemed to learn from his mistakes. "What happened?" Maya inquired, her voice tinged with concern. "What hasn't happened! That dark demon has taken control over everything, including my mansion!" Lance roared, his frustration palpable as he angrily kicked the nearest chair. I scoffed inwardly, finding his surprise somewhat naive. With Kira's iron grip on the family's assets, it was no shock that she had claimed even Lance's prized possession. Most family members remained oblivious to her machinations, but I knew that those who had fled would eventually return, most of them. Kira held all the cards now; she controlled everything, Mr. Jones never thought he would die such a sudden death and most of his children were all depending on him. "He froze all the accounts!" Lance seethed, his voice trembling with fury. It would be difficult for all the family to survive now. If they want to survive, they would have to bow to Kira's rule. She's the new queen... Not mine though, I hate that woman with every fiber in me. She's smart, cunning and plays a very dangerous game. "I'm gonna kill that bitch once and for all, we have to end this shit!" Lance's rage boiled over, his eyes blazing with a primal intensity. Turning to me, he unleashed his pent-up frustration. "And you! You're such a coward! Allowing a woman to strip everything away from our family. You're the first son, but you're utterly useless. You're a disgrace, Ashton!" His words cut deep, slicing through the veneer of composure I struggled to maintain but I just gave him a grin. Replying to the man was just gonna be a waste of time. "I'm gonna kill her, fuck this!" Lance fumed. "And how would you do that?" The familiar, powerful female voice sliced through the air, causing all heads to turn towards her. Kira. The new viper in our world but not for long, I won't allow her reign for long. She stood by the door, a commanding presence emanating from her. Clad in a sleek, form-fitting leather jacket, it hugs her curves with an air of confidence. "I'm here now. I heard you mention killing?" she inquired, advancing towards us with purpose. Her combat boots clicked against the floor with each stride. Each movement she made seemed to exude both grace and power, her body language a testament to her mastery of elegance and danger. I couldn't help but despise her for all the chaos she had caused. Her hair was swept back into a tight bun, revealing the sharp angles of her face. The dark makeup adorning her eyes added an air of mystery, drawing attention to the intensity of her gaze. They flickered with a hint of amusement, a silent challenge to anyone who dared to underestimate her. She came to a halt in front of Lance and taunted, "Cat got your tongue?" The smirk that played on her lips was infuriating. It danced like a flicker of flame, teasing and taunting, daring anyone to question her authority. Without hesitation, Lance reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a gun, pointing it squarely at her chest. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?" he snarled, his voice trembling with rage. "Well, I've had enough of your games, Kira. It ends now." I immediately stood up in shock as I watched the scene, "Lance!" I called but the man didn't spare me a glance. Kira, however, remained remarkably composed. Her gaze never wavered as she stared down the barrel of the gun, a hint of amusement still lingering in her eyes. "You end now!" He declared proudly. "Is that so, Lance?" she replied, her voice cool and collected. "Do you really think you can kill me?" Before anyone could react, Kira moved with lightning speed, disarming Lance with a swift kick that sent the gun flying across the room. In the blink of an eye, she had him pinned against the wall, her hand pressing firmly against his throat. How the fuck was she so fast?! "You're not the first to try, little boy, and you won't be the last," she whispered, her voice low and menacing. "But remember this, Lance: I always come out on top." With a flick of her wrist, she released him, letting him stumble backward, gasping for air. I could see fear in his eyes. The room fell silent, the tension in the room thick. "As I've said before, you're welcome to stay but if you cause any trouble, I'm gonna end you swiftly. Bye guys, I have some fun to catch." And with that, Kira turned on her heel, her leather jacket swirling around her, as she strode out of the room without a backward glance.Kira’s POV“That’s the seventh attack this week,” Ashton muttered, kicking the twitching corpse with the toe of his boot as I yanked my arm free from the beast’s shattered ribcage. Its spine dangled from my hand, glistening with black blood before I casually flung it into the trees.The night air reeked of sulfur and burnt fur, a telltale scent of dark summons. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my ruined jacket and glanced at the wreckage behind us. The car we’d rented for this so-called romantic getaway was a twisted, flaming mess of bent metal and enchantments unraveling in crackles of dying light.“Well,” I sighed, flicking a bloodied strand of hair over my shoulder, “looks like someone’s getting desperate.”“The blood moon’s too close for comfort,” Ashton said, pulling me into his side protectively, even though I didn’t need it. “He’s panicking. Trying to distract you.”“From what?” I scoffed, my eyes narrowing. “He knows I’m coming for my son. And once I get Melvin back, I’m goi
Kira's POVThe sound of screams, shattering energy blasts, and something heavy crashing into a wall shook the entire villa. Again.“Wake up, love,” Ashton mumbled against my neck, his voice sleepy and amused. “The kids are up.”I groaned, dragging the pillow over my head. “They’re always up. Did they even sleep?”“Probably just blinked.” He chuckled, and I felt the vibration of his chest against my back. “Come on, you promised them training today.”I didn’t move. I was the moon-blessed, goddess-marked, war-sculpted mother of chaos, and yet… my kids terrified me more than any enemy I’d ever faced.A second explosion rocked the house. I heard Trisha’s battle cry echo down the hall, followed by William’s loud, cackling laugh and something that sounded suspiciously like a flaming arrow whistling past a guard’s head.I groaned louder.“They’re going to blow a hole in the ceiling again,” I muttered, face still buried under the pillow.“They already did,” Ashton said with a grin. “Bella’s sc
Author’s POV"HOW?!" Christopher snarled, his voice echoing through the dark chamber as his foot slammed into the table, sending shards of glass and scattered papers flying. The wooden frame cracked from the impact, pictures fluttering down...images of Nicholas’ charred remains, Alex's mangled body, and a single bloodstained feather stamped with Kira’s crest. Mockery. Pure, deliberate mockery.“She sent me his fucking ashes in a black box,” he growled, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. “His ashes. Like a damn souvenir!”His beta, Marcus, stood silently near the wall, wisely keeping his distance. He had never seen Christopher this unhinged. And he had witnessed a lot.Christopher ran his hand through his hair, eyes bloodshot, teeth clenched as he kicked the broken table again. “She was supposed to die with them! That bitch was supposed to rot with the rest of her cursed bloodline! But she is still out there? Stronger?! Smiling?!”“She’s not the same woman from years ago,” Marcu
Kira’s POV"Dead, huh? I really wanted to kill him, this is sad, how's he dead?" I asked with a chuckle, staring down at the lifeless corpse sprawled across the obsidian floor like discarded meat. His mouth was still twisted in that final scream... eyes wide, soul gone.Ash’s arm curled tightly around my waist, steady and warm against my trembling frame. His touch grounded me, tethered me, because goddess help me… I was one second away from burning the entire body into dust. Slowly. Painfully. Piece by cursed piece.“I know that look,” Ashton murmured into my hair, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “And I also know you’re fantasizing about setting every fiber of his being on magical fire.”“Just his bones,” I said dryly, “I already did the rest.”He chuckled, but I didn’t miss the way his hand slid protectively across my stomach. “We got some decent information from him before his heart gave out. Enough to narrow down Christopher’s location. With the map spell William drew and w
Kira’s POV"It's not enough, Ash. I want every single piece of filth he’s keeping in that rotten head of his." My voice cracked, my knuckles bloody, and with one last punch, I dislocated his jaw so hard that the snap echoed off the walls. His body slumped in the magical restraints, unconscious, barely breathing.Ashton was beside me instantly, grabbing my wrist before I could draw another spell. “Kira, stop. Look at me. You’ve already extracted too much. Any more and he’ll die. He’s not a god. He’s a tool. And tools are more useful, sharp, not broken.”I tore my hand away, panting, furious. "You think I care if he dies? That thing walked into my home. He looked my children in the eye and smiled. He lied to Trisha. He stood there every day pretending to protect her while feeding information to the same bastards who ripped my sons from me!"Ashton didn’t flinch. “I know. But this rage? It doesn’t serve us yet. Tomorrow, we finish it. Today, we’ve gotten enough to map half of Christopher
Kira’s POVAshton and I sat side by side in the villa’s grand sitting room, the atmosphere deceptively calm. Sunlight streamed through the enchanted glass windows, casting a soft golden glow across the velvet furniture and polished floor. Everything looked perfect, warm, homely… like a loving family just waiting to start their day.But beneath that surface?A storm waited.A trap was breathing.The villa was sealed, laced from floor to ceiling in layered enchantments. From the moment Alex would step through the outer gates, he’d be under surveillance. Not a step, not a flicker of magic, not a heartbeat would escape my notice. We had cloaked everything under the guise of a “normal lesson.” Bella and the guards had been given specific roles, and William? He was waiting upstairs, perched like a shadow with Trisha beside him, watching through the spell-mirror Ash had crafted last night.The silence between Ash and me was heavy, but not awkward. It was focused. He leaned back casually in t