Paul peered out of his car's window at the people in front of his company, walking in circles with placards raised over their hands heads. He listened as they yelled at the top of their voices, "Justice for the common people. Accountability for the rich", gnashing his teeth at their insolence. Really, who did they think they were to criticize him? They were a race beneath him, a demographic that could never measure up to his kind. If not for the Lycan's rule that had marked humans as untouchable, he would have slaughtered them all. "I think it's best we use the back entrance today, sir." Paul's driver cautiously glanced back at his boss. His suggestion got him a vicious glare from Paul. "This is my company." He snarled. "And I will use the entrance I want to use." Turning back to the road, the driver exhaled a frustrated breath through his lips. This was obviously a bad idea, but he couldn't as well disobey his boss. Pushing the horn to announce the car's presence, he slowly ed
Lila pulled up in front of the high-rise building where Derek's apartment was located in her sports car, which she'd insisted Paul buy for her. It would never hurt his pockets, anyway—at least that had been the case back then. She was dressed sexily, in a skin-tight print dress and knee-length heeled boots. Rather than the elevator, she took the stairs on entering the building, because she still had some pent-up energy to burn off. She used the time spent climbing to remind herself to quit being affected by her fiancé's harsh nature. Hers would never be a happy marriage, she might as well get used to it. On reaching the door to Derek's apartment, Lila rang the bell and waited. No one answered the door, causing her to ring it again. This time, she pressed her ear to the door and listened. She heard no movement inside, which told her no one was home. Her lips spreading into a satisfied smile, Lila reached into her purse, and fished out a key. If the dear beta of the Chicago Pack knew
Lexie had had many surprises in her life, but none like this one. Due to circumstances she never would have predicted, she had met the Lycan, and had even managed to become closely knit with his pack. That was a feat very few below the alpha status rarely accomplished, much less an omega. However, she'd never spoken to the king of werewolves one on one before. And she most definitely had never been summoned by him before now. Therefore, Lexie couldn't help feeling nervous as she entered the home office in the penthouse suite. Who was she kidding? She was terrified! Thanks to the nerves rattling her insides and twisting her organs, she somehow managed to mess up a bow. Her ankles hooking, she stumbled on her feet, causing the Lycan to look up from his work and raise an eyebrow. "Good day, my lord." Her cheeks were scarlet red as she faced the ground. Draven stared blankly at the werewolf in front of him. The girl resembled a frightened little mouse being forced to give in to a p
Belinda only got out of bed because she was thirsty, after going the entire day without water. Her throat was dry and scratchy, and her head ached at the temples. As she walked, she felt dizzy, as she hadn't moved this much distance in a while. She was drinking a warm glass of water in the kitchen when she noticed the light coming from the Lycan's study. He was still up? It was 3 in the morning. Impulsively, she headed towards the light, gently pushing open the ajar door. Draven sat inside the room, his back relaxed on his chair and his legs spread wide under the desk. His gaze locked instantly with Belinda's, because he'd heard her leave her bedroom and had waited for her to come. Belinda found the Lycan's hard expression startling, especially since he'd been extra soft towards her these past few days. Still, she pushed down the feeling and stated, "You're awake." Belinda wasn't sure exactly how she'd wanted the Lycan to reply to that, but she certainly hadn't expected him to say,
"...If by some unfortunate chance I set eyes on you ever again, be sure that I would kill you myself."Belinda sucked in sharp breaths, her chest heaving heavily. For a second her body shook, her fingers clenched, and her heart wrenched. But then she exhaled deeply, her shoulders squared, and she stood straighter. Her eyes narrowing with what could only be proud stubbornness, she glared up at the Lycan. "As you wish." And with that, Belinda swerved on her heels and arrogantly walked out of the study. Her heart still felt like it had been pulled out of her chest, and was being shattered to pieces with a hammer. However, she would never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her brokenhearted, including her now ex-lover—Draven De Lacey. Heading straight for her bedroom, she entered the room and slammed the door behind her. Her back on the wood, she took a look at the place she would be calling hers for the last time. It was just as well. Kicking into action, Belinda entered t
They sat together in his living room, both sipping a hot cup of tea. Belinda's suitcases lay at her feet, as she relaxed on the comfy couch opposite Derek. He watched as she casually blew steam from her cup, unable to wipe the frown from his features. In many ways, she appeared calmer than he felt. "Let me get this straight..." Derek began. "The Lycan discovered you're an offspring of the Sorcerer Clan?" "That's correct." Belinda unceremoniously brought her cup to her lips. "And he let you go?" He was more flustered by how unbothered she seemed more than anything else. "I suppose it was his form of mercy." Determining her drink was still too hot for her tongue, Belinda lowered it and blew at the steam once more. "He can't punish my mother and everybody involved without coming after me first." Seriously, was there something he was missing?As far as Derek could understand, the woman in front of him—and basically everyone in the Chicago Pack—were in deep shit. It was
Men and women poured into the theater, some young, so advanced in age, and some very elderly. They murmured to each other as they took the front seats of the space, as they weren't aware of why they'd been called here today. All the text message they'd received had said was that the matter was very important. They would be discussing their future in Knight & Co., and they had to be present at 3 o'clock sharp. Derek sat at the stage, alone, and not nearly as calm as he appeared. He kept expecting the alpha to rush through the doors any minute, raging at him for calling this meeting without his permission. That didn't happen, up till the moment the clock struck three, and the first three rows of the small theater were filled. Sucking in a deep breath, Derek stood. He'd called all these people here, he might as well go ahead with this insane plan. Stepping onto the podium on the stage, he leaned forward, his mouth to the mic. "Good afternoon, esteemed members of the Chicago Chicago
Lila's back straightened in her chair the instant she saw Belinda approaching. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the sight of the pale woman with an unearthly beauty, but she remained where she sat. She was curious, that was why. The summons she'd received on her phone only that morning had neither been detailed nor polite. Regardless, Lila had wondered why Belinda Knight—someone she'd clearly made enemies with—had asked to meet. "I apologize for the tardiness. I had other important business to attend to." Belinda took the empty seat at the table outside the suburban city cafe, absentmindedly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Lila hated to admit it, but she looked absolutely stunning in her all-black outfit and simple chignon hairdo. "I'm glad you feel remorseful for wasting my time." Lila's lips spread into a smile that had been absolutely intended to be vicious. "I, too, have more important matters to attend to." Though Belinda returned her smile, her expre
The moment was nothing like Belinda expected. She knew how death worked. She'd fully understood what it meant to kill her own blood. Yet, the experience itself was more... empty than she'd expected. Sitting on one of the chairs at the dining table, she stared across at the lifeless body of her parents. Even in death, her father still managed to appear handsome and proud. Somehow, he still managed to look down on her, with just the right amount of spite to show he never cared about her. As for her mother, she'd died more hideously. It was obvious she'd struggled against what was happening to her. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her expression was twisted, and in her open eyes was the shock and anger she'd felt while dying. The sight of those two was supposed to stir something deep in Belinda, but all she felt was a large void. No pain, no sadness, no anger. Not even a hint of guilt for the atrocity she'd just committed. Had her parents meant that little to her?Rather than br
Georgina turned at the sound of footsteps approaching, in time to watch Maddox enter the dining room. She searched his face for information, but his mood was unreadable. Her attention shifted one other person followed behind him. "Did it work?" Georgina asked the sorcerer. Before replying, Maddox pulled back the chair at the head of the rectangular table, relaxing into it as he sat down. "Was there any doubt it would?" There was a clear arrogance in his tone.Georgina ignored him, moving to the woman who stood stiffly at a place with a dazed expression. "How are you feeling, Belinda?" She placed a hand on each of her daughter's arms. In the past, Belinda would have flinched at her mother's touch, but now, she did nothing. As though her body was present, but her mind was not. "Just a slight headache." She replied. "And my skin still aches from the silver chain." Tenderly, Georgina rubbed her daughter's upper arm, although that was not nearly the part of her body that ached
The pain woke Belinda up, the intense sensation tormenting every nerve in her body. Her skin felt like it was getting scorched, yet she couldn't feel any heat from the supposed fire. It all made sense when the sharp odor of silver hit her nose a second later. Opening her eyes, Belinda saw that she lay on her side an old and rather disgusting bed. A long and large silver chain wrapped around her body, ensuring she had minimal movement. As her ankles were pressed together and her arms were at her sides, her only option was to roll, and with much difficulty. The action allowed her to view the rest of her surroundings. Short stone stairs led up to a rather small door, making her believe she was in some sort of basement. The brick floor was dewy, and the walls were covered with moss.Where was she? And how had she gotten here? The last thing Belinda remembered was confronting her parents and being knocked out. What had her father done to her? Suppressing the pain she was under, she focuse
Sneaking out of the Lycan's residence had not been an easy task, especially when there were at least fifty wolves who had their nose locked in on your scent. Basically, Belinda had had to distract her watchdogs—mostly by setting a fire to a storage closet. The tiny room had been nearly empty and barely used. No one would miss it. No one got hurt. The closet did serve its purpose, however. In those next few minutes, the fire alarm blared through the skyscraper, creating a booth of panic. Everyone had been momentarily occupied with the not-so-small fire, allowing Belinda to fade into the background. She made her escape, running through a rarely used service exit while everybody else was fully occupied. Once free, stopping a cab had been easy, and soon, she'd been zooming off to infinity. Actually, infinity was a cemetery behind a small cathedral at the opposite end of town. The place was old and in dire need of tending to, with weeds overgrowing on most headstones and dead leaves and
"No." Draven sighed, not because he was annoyed, but because he knew the task before him was not going to be an easy task. Calming an angry woman, especially one like his spitfire mate, was something he was beginning to dread. And he never dreaded anything. "No. You can't be serious!" Belinda cried, not very nicely. "I go out of my to find out what my brother is scheming, and your plan is to let him... scheme?" "You are intentionally excluding the most crucial part of what I told you. I said I would allow him to make the first strike. First off, you didn't exactly bring me the location of our culprit. Even if you did, going to them first would mean fighting them in their own territory. The Sorcerer Clan can not be underestimated. On the other hand, letting them come to me ensures I retain the advantage of location, and gives me enough time to arrange a defense. The fact that the sorcerers were bold enough to make such a move means that they intend to end this once and for
Paul was feeling nervous, and that was something new. Ever since losing everything nearly two weeks ago, his confidence had been practically nonexistent. And now, a meeting with a bunch of old magicians was making him anxious. Ridiculous! He was standing in an empty hallway in front of wooden double doors, waiting for the people inside to decide it was time to let him in. When he was alpha, no one would have dared keep him waiting, but there was nothing he could do about it now. It pained him to admit it, but he needed their damn help. At last, the door opened and a woman in a plain black suit stepped out. "The High Council will see you now." She nodded curtly at him. The door was widened more, making space for him to enter. Paul was ushered into a very dimly lit room, dominated by a crescent-shaped table and chairs arranged around it. There were 11 in total, and a man or woman sat in those seats, all who turned to him once he walked in. Their gazes were eerie and unsettling, but h
Just as the phone call from one of Draven's men had specified, a woman who wished to see the Lycan's Luna, waited at the base floor. Usually, this kind of visitors were turned away—random people who thought they could reach the higher-ups just by asking. However, this particular woman had been damn persuasive, even going as far as to say that she possessed exclusive info that could determine the fate of the world. So, they'd let the Luna decide whether she wanted to see this wacko herself or not. Belinda spotted Lila the instant she stepped into the restaurant, and so did the latter, who couldn't stop waving. Her features icing over, Belinda walked over to the table, making sure to keep her pace slow. Lila waited patiently, the widest smile on her face as she watched the other woman approach. "Phew!" She blew out a dramatic breath as Belinda took the seat opposite her, wiping off imaginary sweat from her forehead. "I was almost afraid I wouldn't get to see you. Do you know how
Two days later, Belinda stood at the door of Lexie's apartment. As the latter had told her to just enter on arriving, she bunched the entry code on the keypad and went in. She caught Lexie bent over a table in the kitchen, sticking two candles in the shape of “2” and “5” into a cake covered by pink icing and colorful sprinkles. On noticing the presence behind her, Lexie turned. Her lips spreading into a broad smile, she carried the cake and presented it to her friend. "I know you aren't a huge fan of cakes, but I thought you should have one this year. Happy 25th birthday, bestie." Despite its small scale, the gesture warmed Belinda's heart. It was true that she wasn't particularly fond of birthday cakes, or cakes in general. As children, no one had ever bothered to mark her and Baron's birth. After he'd died, it had simply felt wrong to celebrate a day they had once shared. She no longer felt that way. Now, she understood that loss did not mean she couldn't accept happiness. "
The next morning, Belinda waited till the twins were done eating before approaching them. Nearly a day later, they were still the center of attraction at Mrs. Sutar's Home. The other children marveled at the fairy-like pair with the pale eyes, and the dark hair that contrasted drastically with their light skin. Lin Lin basked in the glory, completely comfortable with being in the spotlight. Baron on the other hand—the poor boy—looked like he didn't know what to do with all that attention. Lin Lin was the first to notice Belinda standing at a corner of the dining room, and she skipped over, a bright smile on her face. "Good morning, Miss Belinda!" She greeted as her brother joined at her side. Their joy was contagious, and Belinda couldn't help smiling back. "Good morning to you too. How was breakfast?" "It was delicious." Baron nodded his approval. Lin Lin had more enthusiastic opinions about their meal that morning. "Peanut butter sandwich has never tasted better!" She s