8pm..April emerged from the bathroom, her mind still spinning from the events of the day. She had tried to shake off the weight of her encounter with Jessica and Lucifer, focusing instead on the present. But as she stepped out, she noticed Aiden sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders slumped and his face drawn in a deep sadness.Concern etched on her features, April hurried over. “Aiden, what’s wrong? You look... devastated.”Aiden looked up, his eyes dark and hollow. He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “It’s nothing, April. Just... some bad news.”She sat down next to him, her hand resting gently on his arm. “You can tell me. What happened?”Aiden took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze. “Aside from Lucifer’s pack, there’s another pack—Damon’s pack. I found out today that there was a war. Damon’s mother... she was killed.”April’s eyes widened in shock. “ Yes, I know about Damon. He's Lucifer's sworn enemy. I guess they were dragging the company bac
★ NEXT MORNING★April was in the bedroom, buttoning her blouse and getting ready for work when her eyes fell on Aiden’s necklace lying on the dresser. She picked it up and read the inscription: *Nosce Hostem - Know Your Enemy*. The words seemed to glint ominously in the morning light. She called out to Aiden, who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the kids. “Aiden,” she said, holding up the necklace, “you left this here.”Aiden walked over, took the necklace, and slipped it back around his neck without a second thought. He gave April a quick kiss on the forehead. "Thanks. Don’t forget to grab something to eat at the office, okay?"April smiled, nodding as she picked up her purse. “I will. I’ll see you tonight.”With that, April left for work, while Aiden turned his attention to the twins. He had promised April he would enroll Alex and Sophia in the same school as Sergei. He called out to Katya, who was gathering the kids’ things by the front door. “Katya, let's get the kids
Aiden kept his footsteps quiet as he moved further into the dense forest, the shadows enveloping him like an old friend. He hadn’t intended to stay so long, hadn’t planned to witness the heartache of the pack he had once been a part of. But seeing Damon’s grief up close had stirred something deep within him—a longing to mend what was broken, though he knew it was impossible.The wind rustled through the trees, carrying the lingering scent of smoke and sorrow. Aiden paused, leaning against a tree, his chest heaving with the effort of holding back his emotions. His thoughts drifted to Luna Light, her gentle voice and warm smile still vivid in his memory. She had been one of the few who had seen the good in him, even when he couldn’t see it himself. The loss weighed heavily on his heart, and the pain of her death mixed with his own unresolved guilt.As Aiden continued to walk, the sounds of the pack’s mourning faded behind him. He didn’t know where he was going—only that he needed to put
Aiden stood by the window, staring out into the darkening sky. He had lost track of time, the hours blurring together as he wrestled with his thoughts. His mind was a storm of memories, plans, and regrets, each one cutting deeper than the last. The guilt of Luna Light’s death weighed heavily on him, a constant reminder of the decisions that had led him to this point. He felt trapped in his own mind, unable to shake the burden of his choices.The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his reverie. He heard April’s voice downstairs, the familiar cadence that usually brought him comfort now only adding to his anxiety. " Vina!! Change the kids into something better and severe them something light to eat. Make sure they sleep okay?" April told the maid, who was carrying Sergei." Yes ma'am" as she turned to leave with the kids, April suddenly remembered something. " Vina? Where is your boss's brother? My husband Aiden?" She asked, with a mixed feeling." Sir Aiden had been in
As Aiden sat by the bed, his hand still clutching April’s, the soft padding of tiny footsteps caught his attention. He turned to see Alex and Sophia standing hesitantly at the doorway, their wide eyes taking in the sight of their father’s tear-streaked face and their mother lying still on the bed. The innocent confusion on their faces tugged at Aiden’s heartstrings, adding another layer of guilt to the already heavy burden he carried.“Dad?” Alex asked, his voice small and tentative. “Why are you crying? Is Mom… is she dead?”Aiden’s chest tightened at the question, and he quickly forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He could see the worry etched on his children’s faces, their young minds struggling to process the scene before them. The last thing he wanted was to scare them, to add to their own fears. He took a deep breath, composing himself as best he could, before standing up and walking over to them.“No, no, sweethearts,” Aiden said softly, kneeling down to thei
The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.Luna Loveth was at the center of it all, radiating a sense of calm that everyone had missed. She was smiling, watching as her pack enjoyed a peaceful evening. But the serenity of the moment shifted when Jessica spoke up, her voice tinged with curiosity and something else—a hint of suspicion.“You know,” Jessica started, her eyes darting to everyone gathered, “I saw a child today who looks just like April. And there was a boy with her...he looks like his father, but he has Lucifer’s eyes.”
7pmShadows moved silently along the perimeter of a desolate compound. A moonless sky offered the perfect cover as a group of men dressed entirely in black, faces concealed behind masks, scaled the high fence with the agility of trained operatives. Each man moved with precision, landing softly on the other side, their presence marked only by the faint rustle of leaves underfoot.They spread out, synchronizing their movements as they approached the main entrance. The leader, identifiable only by a subtle nod, signaled for the men to halt. With a silent hand gesture, he directed two of them to take out the guards patrolling the area. They crept forward, knives glinting briefly in the dim security lights. There was no struggle, just the swift, efficient elimination of the guards whose throats were slit in one fluid motion, their bodies lowered gently to the ground to avoid any noise that might alert the others. The faint scent of iron mingled with the stench of deca
**FERAL FURY PACK**Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.Dragging himself to the shower, he let the cold water hit him like a shock, hoping it would clear the fog from his brain. But even after dressing, the hangover clung to him stubbornly, making every step feel like a Herculean task. On his way to Mikhail’s chambers, he stumbled across a guard who informed him that Mikhail
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