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
"And that is why, the council has reached the decision that it is in all our best interest for you to step down from the chairman seat of Knights & Co." In one of the many hallways of the Knight mansion, Lila halted in her tracks. Her gaze dropping, she focused on picking up the conversation in the study up ahead. The voices she heard she didn't recognize, but they all held this polished timbre and belonged to men. "So it is." Paul's low voice was calm and steady, his emotions impossible to read from his tone. "The Beta will take your place as the CEO. He will work endlessly, in your name, to renew the spotless image of our esteemed company, and report back to you." Lila waited—with her breath held—for all hell to break loose. If there was one thing she'd learned about her husband-to-be, it was his pride was his most beloved treasure. And that pride had just been threatened. She expected him to fly into a rage, to hold whoever had spoken by the neck and strangle him to
“The Chicago Pack has to be the most disgraceful pack out there. Their alpha daughter is a lying whore and idiotic bully, while their alpha is a common criminal. I'd literally die of embarrassment if I were them."Cecily's vision spotted red as she read the post made in the werewolf community forum. Anger gripped her chest, making her feel as though she was a boiling kettle about to explode. The imbeciles! Out of habit, she made to fling her phone on the wall, but her mind recalled that she couldn't afford to do so just in time. After her last scandal, Paul had made sure to remind her she was no longer an alpha daughter of the Chicago Pack at every turn. He'd cut down her allowance to almost nothing, had put her in one of his filthy apartments for low-ranking werewolves, and had taken away all her Knight privileges. She got that he was angry, but it'd been months now of living this way. As she couldn't cook, she had to rely on McDonalds and Red Lobster for her meals. She told her
Belinda walked through the double glass doors of the building, dressed in a corporate wear of white pantsuit. Heads turned as she walked past, staring at her ethereal beauty. Despite being aware of the eyes on her, however, she kept her gaze straight ahead, her steps purposeful in her pearl white pumps. This was the second time she'd come in two weeks. She was back here to follow up on a matter she'd brought to the management of the bank on her first visit. Briefly, Belinda glanced around at the simple yet majestic interior. The institution was one of the oldest of its kind in the city. And regardless of its reduced clientele, it still held plenty of respect. Without bothering to meet a cashier, although one was unoccupied, she proceeded to a narrow entrance at a corner of the hall. The lonely hallway led to even lonelier stairs, and she climbed up it to step onto an eerily quiet floor. Belinda pushed open a wooden door to enter a small room, with a single desk and a woman typing be
They sat across each other at a table in a pub a few buildings from the bank. As it was only afternoon, the place was almost empty, but the two women didn't concern themselves with the scantiness. They were too busy staring at each other. Belinda felt extremely uneasy in Lexie's. She hadn't seen the other since that fateful day she'd walked out of the Lycan's residence. Despite being convinced she'd done the right thing, she couldn't help feeling guilty about the horrid things she'd said to Lexie. Belinda warily studied the woman in front of her. Usually, Lexie was skittish when placed in an awkward situation. There was no trace of that jumpiness in the hard features of her face, however. She sat with her arms folded across her chest, her eyes narrowed in a condemning glare. "Well?" Lexie bit out bitterly. "Aren't you going to say something?" Belinda gingerly raised an eyebrow, her expression blank and her tone flat as she said, "Long time no see?" Her humorless quip made Lexi
Belinda watched Derek through the large screen of the television. He looked handsome, in his pressed black suit and meticulously combed hair. He was standing on a podium with a microphone bent towards his mouth. Below the steady timbre of his voice, cameras clicked and voices murmured. Occasionally, when a reporter asked a question, the screen switched to their faces, their viciousness masked in polite curiosity. They were baiting him... waiting for him to say the wrong thing. "You say the former CEO of Knights & Co. retired due to personal grievances. Do these grievances have anything to do with his recent multiple scandals? Or does he consider himself no longer fit to lead?" Derek waited a while before replying, clearly measuring the answer he was to give. "The former CEO is a competent leader who has dedicated himself to Knights & Co. for years. The decision to step down was a difficult one, but he believes it is time to usher the company into a new age." More reporters made
A knock resounded in the small but organized study and to it, Draven replied, "Come in." With the scent wafting into the room, he already knew who the visitor was, and he had only given one person permission to come up to the penthouse. A man entered the office a beat later, bowing low before closing the door behind him. "My lord." The man greeted with worshipful respect. He was tall and quite bulky, with gleaming brown skin ripped around bulging muscles. However, behind his gruff exterior was a highly intelligent man, who could be subtle when he wanted. And that was why Draven had assigned him to this particular task. Pausing what he had been doing, the Lycan propped his pen between the pages of his open book. He leaned back into his chair, his pose casual yet powerful, his focus zoning in on the man in front of him. "Well?" He probed flatly. With a solemn nod, Travis Jonahson went on to deliver his report, like he'd been doing for the past few weeks. "In the last week,
He knew him very well? Derek found himself feeling confused for the first few seconds. Then it hit him—this was not the first time he was coming face to face with the King of Alphas. Indeed, he'd met the Lycan not once but twice. The first being that faithful day he'd followed Belinda to this very building, and confronted her after recently recovering from his rejection. The Lycan had caught them in a very compromising position, and there had been no mistaking the fury in his eyes and he warned Derek off his mistress. The latter had ignored the directive, and had gotten Belinda into an accident. Another dreaded meeting had occurred. Heat rose Derek's neck, but not as much as alarm bells rang in his head. Somewhere in between the crazy events of the past months, he'd forgotten these encounters. He might be very well standing in front of a man who was out for his blood—a very powerful man at that. That couldn't be helpful to his cause. "I apologize for that time—I didn't intend B
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
"Miss Belinda!" Belinda wondered what the kid was doing here at this time of the night, while his mates were indoors sound asleep. Dressed in plain pajamas, he looked like a raccoon who'd been caught going through the dumpster by a hound dog... Scared and utterly guilty. Once she'd gotten over her surprise at seeing him, her features squeezed into a stern scowl. "Why aren't you indoors?" Baron winced at her harsh tone. "Uh... Um..." He hesitated to reply, searching for words to put together an excuse. All the while, his eyes sneakily darted from place to place, as though he was looking for something but didn't want anyone to know. However, Belinda understood immediately. A groan escaping her, she twirled around and yelled to no one and nowhere in particular. "Come out, Belinda. I know you're there." The juvenile delinquent heard the call, and shyly slipped out from behind a bush, looking even more guilty than her brother. She appeared to be lacking her usual confidence to
That night, Belinda tossed and turned in her bed. Despite the open window and cool breeze blowing in, she was sweating, the nightdress she'd borrowed from Shoba clinging to her form. An unconscious frown twisted her features, her lips trembling as her teeth chattered. In her sleep, her mind was even more turbulent. The vision from that afternoon replayed in her dream, even more vivid now. She finally understood that the death she'd seen had been a devastating war, and that the blood was that of the various lives that it had taken. Chaos signified the destruction that was left behind. The dirty streets were littered with corpses left to rut. Those still alive fled on foot, leaving behind their lives and loved ones. The crumbling buildings were abandoned, humans betraying each other for any bit of advantage they could gain. There was no law, no order, no damage control unit working to contain the crisis. Just chaos. In the midst of the disaster, two siblings fought to stay together.
With each child at her side, Belinda stared up at what was supposed to be the Peach Valley Orphanage but wasn't. In place of the warm pink building she was familiar with was a gloomy brick house. Rather than a lush lawn and pretty flowers leading up to the house, the front yard was a boring graveled floor. The sign at the gate had it changed too. Mrs. Sutar's Home For Orphans, a name that definitely couldn't be mistaken for Ellie Compton. Masking her unease, Belinda smiled down at her left, then her right. The children in turn gazed up wide-eyed at her. "Let's head in, shall we?" She said cheerily. Despite having nothing in common with the orphanage she remembered, this Mrs. Sutar's home was still an orphanage. She would check it out, at least. If she wasn't satisfied with what she saw, or found it the least bit suspicious, she would take the twins away. Belinda offered both of the children, and they each took one. Together, they walked through the front gates of the building, down
Belinda watched as the children gobbled down their meal, like lions on a carcass. She'd intended to take them to a standard restaurant, because Lord knew they deserved that much. However, she'd discovered that her credit card didn't work here. In this time, Belinda Knight was only a child and didn't own a bank account. Therefore, she'd been forced to use the cash she had on her to get them something at the nearest McDonalds. Despite the downgrade, the children seemed delighted nonetheless. Everything else seemed to fade for them, their entire beings invested in the cheeseburgers, chicken wings, and french fries in front of them. They really did look starving. Belinda remember how rarely she'd eaten out as a child. The food at home hadn't been spectacular either—at least for her and her twin. Again, anger simmered within Belinda. How much they'd endured then. But what age was her age now? At what point of her suffering had this been? "How old are the both of you?" She dropped the
At her twin brother's scolding, Lin Lin scrambled to stand on the leaf pile she'd been lying in. Several orange leaves stuck out adorably from her bird nest of a hair, making her appear like a piece of nature. For a second, it seemed like she would heed her brother's advice. Then she plopped right back down, creating her biggest splash yet. "We swept it up. We can sweep it up again." She giggled girlishly. She must have mistaken autumn for winter, because she was making snow angels. Her jolly mood didn't quite rub off on Baron, who scowled even deeper. "We have other chores!" He threw his hands up in frustration. "We can't keep doing one thing over and over again." Lifting to her hands and knees, Lin Lin wrinkled her nose, the action clearly displaying her disgust. "Pish posh. Mrs Brown can do her own chores herself." And as though she'd summoned the devil. The overweight redhead marched into the garden like an army commander ready to shoot enemy soldiers. Strands of her curly