Susan Hill Simon Serrailler Book 11 Novels & Stories

~ ALISTAIR ~ I tore through the heavy glass doors of The Sovereign, the cold night air hitting my face like a slap. My chest burned with a furious heat that threatened to devour every shred of restraint I had left. Of course I got his riddle. Simon wasn't just playing innocent; he was openly taunting me, daring me to look closer. The subtle, dangerous malice in his eyes confirmed every terrifying doubt creeping into my mind. My suspicions were becoming real. The man I had treated like a brother for years—the quiet, noble doctor—was a complete stranger. Simon was far more dangerous than anyone had ever realized, hiding a cold, sociopathic monster beneath an immaculate white coat.

Loria’s POV I watched Simon unpack our things, the muscles in his back flexing beneath his shirt as he moved about the room with quiet efficiency. His presence grounded me, even now—especially now. One hand rested protectively on my belly, rubbing absentmindedly as I flipped through my sacred book. Pages I’d read a dozen times before felt suddenly foreign. I wasn’t even sure what I was looking for. A clue? A warning? A connection? Anything. Zerina stirred beneath my skin, alert and watchful.

"Can you tell me who wrote this and what it is about?" Unaware of Axel’s intentions, Serena opened the book and flipped through it. "This was written by Holly. It’s about her encounters with a tribe that stayed in the South-West. I remember them. They were tall and pale no matter how much time they spent in the sun. They didn’t eat meat and were very good with bows and knives even though they pledged never to kill because they believed in reincarnation and how every creature could contain the spirit of their ancestors." Serena paused. "Holly should be working on potions in the lab. Do you want to meet with her and ask about those creatures?"

I advised her as I got out and met her on the opposite side of the truck. She nodded her head and contemplated the things I told her as I placed my hand on her back and guided her up the front porch. We arrived at the door and I reached out to grab the handle right before it was ripped open. Worry dripped from my bones as I noticed who had come to let us in. Simon blocked our path inside. Lust was visible in his eyes as he searched over Lili, sniffing the air to study her scent. Lili glanced up and her breathing halted as she huffed out, "Mate."

Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten under the dimmed amber lights of the chandelier. “Oh yea,” Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he noticed where Thea’s eyes were lingering. “What’s it about?” “It’s a reverse harem novel,” Thea smirked at him. Bellamy shot her a crooked grin. “I see how it is, are you wanting to add more players to the bench?” Thea’s breathe caught in her throat as a faint blush crept across her face. Shifting onto her hands and knees, she crawled across the bed, in an almost feline manner, until she reached where Bellamy stood watching her.

But she didn't linger; she left swiftly, slamming the door shut behind her. The darkness returned, but the small candle on the tray provided some light. I had just grabbed the loaf of bread when the door opened again, this time with more secrecy. "Serena! Oh my Goddess, are you okay?" It was Lira, my fourteen-year-old stepsister. Unlike Rexton and Drina, we had a strong bond. Though her mother didn't allow her to spend much time with me, Lira always found ways to be around. "I heard what happened. I don't know how to ease your pain, but—" she stammered, reaching out to take the tray from me. Her action was unexpected. I thought she would be happy that at least I had food.

Human. But the afterimage burns in my memory. Liam appears in the doorway behind me. Our eyes meet in the mirror. His expression is careful. Controlled. But through the bond I feel his concern. And beneath that, wonder. "We need Dr. Sera," he says quietly. I nod. Cannot speak yet. Twenty minutes later I am back in the medical wing. Dr. Sera runs every test she has. Blood work. Retinal scans. Genetic sequencing. She moves with efficient precision but I can see the fascination in her eyes. And the fear.

Silver braids caught the morning light, and her brilliant golden eyes held a warmth that Emmeline’s finely tuned survival instincts immediately recognized as utterly hollow. It was the exact mask Richard used to wear right before raising his fist. The serene, terrifying smile of a predator in absolute control. To the left stood Lysandra, whose violet eyes glittered with malice. On Elainna's right was Magdae, wearing a crimson dress that clung to her curves like fresh blood and beside her stood Ravenna. The fae’s dark hair writhed slowly like living shadows. "Good morning, dear." Elainna's smile dripped with honeyed poison. "We wanted to walk with you to your lessons. These corridors can be c

She tilted her head towards the trolley full of surgical instruments while keeping eye contact and said sweetly, "I suggest telling the truth. And I suggest telling it quickly. Oh, and better stay precise, your man probably doesn't have much time. Mr. Hill can be very impulsive." I was starting to breathe heavily. What kind of psychos did we end up with? Wait, did she say Simmons house? As in Julie Simmons? Did that mean we were still in the house we had tried to trespass into? My silence was taken as defiance. Lilian entered the room and Mrs. Hill's face lighted up instantly, "Finally, the shears are here. Give them to me. We might need to use them sooner than later," She told Lilian who re

she trailed, chuckling. "You should have at least washed off Meredith's blood from your hands before you came to me." "That was an accident, Serra." My wolf immediately growled at her words. "Maybe. But in Soleil's eyes, you're still the murderer of her dear mother.” Serra puffed her cheeks as she acted lost in thoughts. “What do you want me to do?” I got pissed off. "Free me from this shithole and tell Beta Caspian to accept me as his mate. In exchange for that, I’ll bring your dirty little secret to my grave." Serra shrugged her shoulder.