Darien Serena Novels & Stories

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Like I was interrupting a plan he’d set in motion days ago. I finally stretched my hands forward for a shake, desperately praying he’d kiss them instead. To my surprise, he— he just raised those perfectly trimmed eyebrows and leaned back on the chair. How rude! I….I’m, um...Sera. Sera..phina Vale. I stuttered badly, and I was sure he knew why. It felt soooo embarrassing. I had to shove out an invisible strand of hair to regain my stamina. I trusted Rhea to set me up with someone decent. But this? This was unreal.

On a small, elegant stage, a large film poster remained covered with black velvet cloth, creating an intense aura of mystery. Serena stood behind the stage, straightening her striking maroon blazer. The color symbolized courage, passion, and blood. She no longer looked like the woman who had nearly lost her life on the sidewalk a year ago. Today, she was the architect of a story, ready to unveil her masterpiece. “Ma’am, all media outlets are here. Dewangga has also sent people to monitor from the back row,” Reno whispered, handing her a tablet containing the announcement draft. Serena smiled faintly, her gaze sharp. “Good. Make sure they get the best angle. This show is specially dedicated t

She would go to the room opposite after making sure Maureen's luggage and hers were separated. Her level of curiosity was heightened by Maureen's answer. “Never been familiar.” Not only Maureen, Serena also considered Darren's figure to be almost perfect in terms of appearance. Tall and well-built, he had the right muscles under a shirt that emphasized his shape. That did not include the contents underneath the cashmere pants, which was Maureen's point of interest. “What's underneath?” Serena asked frontally. “Are you crazy to ask me that?” *** Serena almost protested.

Vivian's mocking words made Serene place the pen she was writing with on the note pad and look at Vivian with calm composure which Vivian was not expecting. Vivian frowned. She was not expecting Serene to be so calm when everyone in the outfit was talking about the sudden cancelation of her wedding with Dante Volcov. Vivian was so happy, that she couldn't help but take this opportunity to mock Serene. The daughter of Alexander Rivera, who always made Vivian feel beneath her, is now a rejected bride.

“So, this girl is your mate and so is the king of the werewolves. You keep calling her angel. Is she? Who was Indie’s mate? What is Serena? What’s going on?” He was getting more confused and upset. I knew the next part would be harder still. I would make sure he understood how important he was to me, Indie, and Serena. Denny needed to be on our side. I needed to fulfill my promise to keep Indie’s mates safe. “That’s a lot to answer, Dennis. Serena was Indie’s female mate. They’d been mated since they were fifteen. Serena is half succubus and half siren. Aria is her half-sister, by their father. She’s half succubus and half siren as well. He had a type. I guess Indie and I do to…” I laughed.

“Speaking of different, why did you ditch the SinoTech deal? Flew back like the devil was chasing you. Bet your family’s losing their shit right now.” I ignored him, taking another burn of whiskey. My mind replayed every second of Lila: her jealousy when I kissed Chloe, her cries when I fvcked her, her betrayal when she walked out with Kane. “Damian!” a soft, excited voice squealed. I looked up. Serena. She walked into the lounge in a red dress that hugged her body. Her hips swayed like she was ok the runway. Her friend, some brunette in a black mini-dress trailed behind.

I grinned hating the fact that I had to tell her such a thing. Dennis had taken that damn girl wherever it is I know nothing of. If I had my way, I would have located them and made sure that woman wouldn't come back with him. "Okay, would you like to have some tea with me? It would be nice if we started our daughter and mother-in-law bond," she mentioned and I gladly accepted. Serena is made of elegance and a noble background. She is one of the highest admired Spencer in the country and her pack, Red Fire, is well accomplished.

A few seconds later Serena enters the office behind her looking far more composed than our daughter. “Darcy,” Serena says sharply while adjusting the bracelets on her wrist, “did you finish packing your gowns?” “Yes, Momma,” Darcy replies while flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Relax. The kings are already as good as mine.” The confidence in her voice almost makes me laugh. Serena walks farther into the office before placing a small bottle onto my desk. “Just to make sure,” she says smoothly, “I picked up a little something extra.” I glance downward. Then immediately grin. An aphrodisiac. Now that… That was brilliant. The perfect distraction.

"That's all I'm asking." We sat in silence for a moment. Then she asked me who I had been paired with. "Tanya Lorde from Eastmark." Serena pursed her lips. "You know her?" I asked. "I saw her fight at Ironridge," she said. "She didn't get much attention because she was in a different group, but I was watching." "And?" Serena rubbed the side of her neck. "She shifts into an eagle. A mighty one. Her wingspan in shifted form is wider than anything I saw at that camp. And her talons."