Sitting in front of the mirror, Rosa’s eyes were still glued to the dark fingerprints of Armand’s hand around her neck. It felt a little tender when she tried to touch it and her mind keeps on bringing her back to the time it happen. She couldn’t shed any more tears seeing she had cried herself to sleep for 2 days straight. She refuse to eat, all she did was lie on her bed and avoid everyone that came into her room. Vadim had stayed with her and made sure she was okay. She kinda liked that but once when she heard him brag that she had chosen him over Armand, hence the bruises – she kicked him out of the room after threatening him that she will kill herself. Nevertheless, it wasn’t the pain in her neck that made her teary eye again, it was the expression on Armand’s face that made her unable to sleep well. The dark circles around her eyes were the best evidence of how Armand disappointed response to her staying that broke her heart. She tried to explain to him why but he was too ups

Meetings and visits ended till 8 pm and Vadim almost loses his patient having to deal with even the smallest issues that the elders themselves can handle. Of course, only a few elders took his side after all were forced to decide which brother they wish to serves. He remembered how most, out of 10, 6 chose Armand while 4 remains, despite knowing his brother had killed their parents. Vadim could almost break each of their necks but of course, his damn brother had protected these fools and made sure he and his supporters would find solace in their mother’s estate.  When he became king, he will make sure that all he does is enjoy his time as king and spend his days with his new bride.  Oh Rosa  Just the thought of her wearing his m

Armand soldier stood around Vadim’s convoy. All five of them but Armand know not to underestimate this small power. 3 out of 5 was an ancient who had fought alongside their parents while the other two are a well-known assassin in the kingdom. Not even 100 soldiers could defeat them at the same time so as much as he was pissed that his bastard of a brother just burst into his room, into his castle-like he owns the fucking place, he knows that he must calm down and allow perhaps a tad of anger just to show Vadim that his presence are not welcome. “You are not welcome here, bastard.” Armand gritted through his teeth. Vadim looks untethered. Hands holding on to his sword unshaken despite knife silver knife that could do serious damage was only an inch away from his neck. Not to mention archers already aiming at him with gunmen ready to blow their brains out as soon as Armand gave his signals. “Same mother, asshole. Now, where the hell is Ayara? Hell, where the hell is my woman?” Arma

Screams of terror echo outside and stomping from customers leaving the club can be heard as fat as Jack's room. Rosa's heart was beating against her chest. The werewolves are coming and if they find out who she was, God knows what could happen. Hell, God knows what would happen to her and Ayara because she can see no matter how Ayara tries to act tough, the sweat on her forehead and her hand that was holding a gun she had just pulled from her back shivers uncontrollably. Wait, what? Rosa pulls her shoulder back so they would be face to face with each other. "When did you bring a gun with you?" "I always have a gun with me." She replied as she pants for air. "When you're a woman and living in a place like this, a dagger is not enough. Let alone carrying a sword around town. It's the best I could do." Ayara replied. Poor woman. Even as an immortal she fears for her life just like the woman in her country.

They were too late. Too fuckin late. The club they had known for so long since Jack had first built it many years ago has turned into ashes. Bodies of vampires and dead werewolves sprawled on the ground and just near a sofa. Jack was heaving with a beautiful woman beside him. Crying and pressing on his abdominal wounds. Vadim and Armand ran to Jack while their guards goes around to look for survivors or remaining enemies. They bent down and their face was an emotional wreck. If only they had come earlier. “Jack! Jack! Come on, stay with me!” Vadim pulled out a cloth and press it on his stab wounds that are not healing at all. Dark, blue liquid made smudges on his exposed abs and he knew immediately that whatever knife has penetrated his skin was poisoned. Jack was losing blood and his left hand was cut off. Shara, his mate was covered with blood all over her chest and she wouldn’t leave Jack's side no matter what. Even though in pain, Jack who was groaning from it turns his head