April wiped her tears quickly when she heard the door to the slave quarters creak open. Jessica stepped inside, her usual warm smile faltering when she noticed April's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. Concern washed over Jessica as she hurried over to April’s side, kneeling beside her."April, what’s wrong?" Jessica asked softly, reaching out to brush a tear from April’s cheek. "Why are you crying?"April bit her lip, trying to control the trembling in her voice. She couldn’t tell Jessica the truth, couldn’t let her friend know the secret she was now forced to carry. So she forced herself to lie, her voice barely above a whisper."I just... I miss my family," April murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I wish they were still alive. I wish they were here with me."Jessica’s expression softened, her heart aching for April. She knew how much April had suffered, how much she had lost. It wasn’t easy to endure so much pain and still find the strength to carry on. Jessica wrapped
April stayed curled up on her bed, the tears drying on her cheeks as she stared blankly at the wall. Hours passed, but she felt no sense of time, lost in the numbness that had settled over her. The weight of the secret she now carried was crushing, and the pain of knowing that the father of her child would kill them both if he found out made her feel hollow inside. Eventually, she forced herself to move, rising from her bed like a ghost. Her body felt heavy, her movements slow and mechanical as she made her way out of the slave quarters. Her face was pale, her eyes vacant, more a shadow of a person than the lively young woman she once was. She needed to clean up the mess she had made outside Lucifer's chambers, to avoid drawing any more attention to herself.When she reached the spot where the tray had fallen, she knelt down and began to pick up the pieces, her hands trembling as she gathered the broken dishes. She grabbed a broom and a rag to clean up the food and spilled drink, her
April walked into Lucifer’s chambers, balancing the tray in her hands. Her heart raced, each step feeling like it took a lifetime. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the glow of the fireplace. Lucifer sat at his desk, engrossed in some papers, but the moment she entered, he looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing as they met hers.There was an eerie silence between them as she approached, placing the tray carefully on the table. She could feel his gaze on her, scrutinizing every detail, every movement. It made her skin prickle with unease, and she fought to keep her expression neutral.But Lucifer didn’t miss the sadness in her eyes, the way her hands trembled slightly as she set down the tray. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms as he studied her. "What’s wrong with you?" he asked, his voice cool but laced with curiosity. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost."April flinched at his words, quickly lowering her gaze to the floor. "It’s nothing, my Alpha," she replie
As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly."Damn them," Mikhail spat out, his voice low but laced with fury. "They've been playing us for fools, Lucifer. All this time...and we never saw it coming."Lucifer, leaning against his desk with a brooding expression, nodded in agreement. "They've been in the shadows for too long, manipulating us like pieces on a chessboard. But now we know the truth, and we're going to tear them apart, piece by piece."Mikhail stopped pacing and faced his brother, his eyes hardeni
April sat on the edge of her bed, her mind swirling with confusion and despair. The events of the past few days weighed heavily on her, and she felt utterly trapped, not just physically but emotionally. Her fingers trembled as she brushed them through her tangled hair, her eyes staring blankly at the floor. The tears had dried up for now, leaving her with an aching emptiness.Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a maid entered the room. April looked up, startled out of her thoughts. The maid, a young woman with kind eyes and a sympathetic smile, immediately noticed the turmoil etched on April's face."Miss April, what's wrong?" the maid asked gently, her voice full of concern.April hesitated, her gaze shifting away. She had been holding onto her secret, not even daring to share it with her closest friends. But the weight of it was becoming unbearable, and now, with the maid's kind eyes upon her, she felt a sudden urge to confide in someone—anyone—who might help her."I... I don't kno
**Morning - 9AM**Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.His mood darkened instantly. He clenched his fists, feeling a rush of anger that he had been trying to suppress since he woke up. He could tolerate many things, but insubordination was not one of them.“Lydia!” he roared, his voice echoing through the mansion. It wasn’t long before the old maid came rushing into the room, her face pale with fear.“Yes, Master Lucifer?” Lydia stammered, bowing her head slightly.“Why hasn’t my room been cleaned? Where is April?” Lucifer’s voice was dangerously calm, a tone that those in the mansion had l
**ISABELLA'S ROOM**Isabella could hardly contain her excitement. The moment Amelia told her that April was nowhere to be found, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her. April, the one thorn in her side, had seemingly disappeared, and she could already taste the sweetness of victory. Her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she twirled around the room, her arms wide as if she were embracing her newfound freedom.“Oh, Amelia, this is wonderful news!” Isabella exclaimed, spinning around like a little girl. “It’s like a dream come true! Finally, she’s gone. Finally, Lucifer will be all mine.”Amelia watched her closely, her expression carefully neutral. But deep down, a cold, calculating rage simmered beneath her composed exterior. She had no loyalty to Isabella, and every fiber of her being yearned to see her suffer just as much as April did. Yet, she masked her intentions with a thin smile, biding her time.“I’m glad you’re happy, Isabella,” Amelia said softly, her voice tinged with
★★★★ ONE MONTH LATER ★★★★Lucifer's presence had become like a storm raging through the Bloody Sinners Clan. Every word he spoke was laced with venom, every order delivered with an edge that cut deep. The entire clan moved on eggshells around him, sensing the growing darkness that had taken hold of their leader. His wrath spared no one; even Mikhail and Jessica found themselves at the receiving end of his harsh commands. It was clear to everyone that something was deeply wrong, but none dared to speak it aloud.Isabella had learned this the hard way. Her body still ached from the beating she had received when she tried to force herself on Lucifer, thinking that perhaps physical intimacy would bridge the ever-growing chasm between them. She was wrong. The encounter ended with her sprawled on the floor, nursing bruises that went far beyond the physical. She had been avoiding Lucifer ever since, terrified of igniting his rage again.••••••••••★★★★ GEORGIA ★★★★Meanwhile, in a city far f
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhail’s brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. “That explains a lot—the unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. It’s… genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means they’ll be prepared for almost anything. They’ll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.” Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. “Prepared or not, they’re going to answer for everything they’ve done. Tonight, we end this.” His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. “DVV’s agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. They’ve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, we’ll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no
The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.” A ripple of shock coursed through the room. Damon’s face contorted in disbelief, pain flashing in his eyes. Aiden’s father—the man who had abandoned him and Damon, who had left them to fend for themselves in a world full of dangers—was now at the helm of the Shadows, the organization that had inflicted so much pain on
Night had settled deeply around the mansion, casting long shadows as the group gathered for dinner. Although everyone seemed engaged, sharing stories and laughter, Lucifer sat at the table, looking distant. His gaze lingered on his plate, the weight of everything bearing down on him. No one dared to ask about his mood—they knew he wouldn’t talk. They understood this silence too well, the unspoken pain that hung over him like a heavy cloud.Dinner concluded, and Aiden was shown to his room. He was still unpacking when a soft knock came at the door. Curious, he opened it to find Lucifer standing there. But before Aiden could speak, Lucifer wrapped him in a tight embrace, surprising him. “Thank you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming back… and for bringing my father back safely.”Aiden’s surprise softened into understanding. He knew that for Lucifer, this was more than just a family reunion; it was a moment of deep release, a blend of gratitude, love,
The atmosphere in the room had shifted into a bittersweet calm. After Luna Loveth’s fainting spell, Vlad had carefully carried his mother into a quieter room to rest. Chris, Aiden, and Damon stayed nearby, ensuring she was comfortable and wouldn’t be startled if she woke up disoriented. Damon couldn’t seem to shake his elation—his big brother was back. For years, he’d felt there was something familiar about Aiden, something he’d never quite understood. Now, everything made sense. As they settled back, Aiden’s gaze softened, landing on a small bundle Damon was holding. Damon looked down at his adopted son, Alex, a bright, energetic toddler who was clinging to his father’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity at the new faces.“Let me hold him,” Aiden said with a gentle smile, stretching his hands toward the child. Damon didn’t hesitate and carefully passed Alex over. Aiden cradled Alex with practiced ease, his eyes softening with every giggle and babble from the child.Damon’s expressio