Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)
I sat in the living room on the floor with all of my work sprawled out in front of me as I hopelessly tried to organize what I had to do. I tried to make a work setting so that everything would become easier for me to deal with but the more I tried to fix everything – the clustered the room seemed to become. I felt overwhelmed and I wanted to give up.
Just then the front door opened, and Isla walked through. Her head was up in the sky, and she was walking briskly. As she was about to walk up the stairs, she seemed to take notice of the position I was in and walked in my direction.
“What are you doing?” She asked and I bit my cheek to keep myself from smiling brightly at the mere fact that she was talking to me and was showing interest in what I was up to.
“Well, as I no longer have a personal assistant and Stephanie messed up my meetings, I have a lot of backed up work and I figured I wou
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.As soon as I got to my room, I took off my clothes and turned the shower on. I undid my hair and as I stared at myself in the mirror, I massaged my scalp to allow myself to ease the tension on my scalp from wearing a tight bun all day. It honestly felt amazing.Eventually, I hopped into the shower and quickly scrubbed my body. It felt so good to finally shower after a long day of work. I would have drawn a bath if it were not for the fact that I had offered to help Alessandro out with his work.When I got home and saw him sprawled out on the floor looking so helpless, my heart sunk. I do not hate him, I just acknowledge more than ever that he is a hardheaded idiot – as are all men, so I excused his behavior. This did not mean that I have forgiven him for betraying me once again, but if I re
Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)Isla and I sat on the floor laughing, eating, and watching the movie. We were doing everything besides actual work. I did not mind it at all. I got the opportunity to spend time with her and I was having a blast. I missed this so much. I cannot remember the last time I ever had this much fun with someone or at all for that matter. It was both relaxing and encouraging to seek genuine emotional and intellectual connections to others. I think my days of sleeping around with multiple women and cheating are over. I had the feeling Isla would make a better man out of me one day and it has already begun.We had gotten to the part of the movie where Coraline’s other mother turns into this really tall and lanky creature. At this, Isla burst out into a fit of laughter. She fell back onto the couch whilst kicking her feet in the air. I looked at her in amusement and smiled.“Care to share the joke?” I asked and
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)“Thank you for explaining that to me. I know you did not have to. I really appreciate it. God alone knows what I would have done if I kept overthinking every possible scenario that could have played out while you were out there without me.”I did not lie…I just did not tell the whole truth. I did not feel bad for the things that occurred at the club but as I explained that night to Alessandro, I recalled the guy I met at the bar. My heart fluttered as an image of his face appeared in my mind. I wish I got to know him better. I could not get him out of my mind and the last thing he said to me before he disappeared. I wondered if having two mates is possible.I sighed involuntarily as the thought of not having a family of my own crossed my mind. I wish I had someone of my own to explain these sorts of things to me. To offer me guidance and have answers to my questions. I really missed my parents. I wish
Alessandro Petrov (P.O.V.)I listened to Isla explain where she stood with everything, and I could not help but blame myself even more for all of her decisions. In the beginning, I tried to play her. I wanted my cake and to eat it too. I wanted the best of both worlds. I wanted to control her and have her become close to me and vulnerable enough to love me blindly, but my greed and my actions created more distance emotionally and mentally. I could only assume that my actions caused her to work for Dimitri. My actions may have pushed her to want to work for her own money so that she may have the resources to move out and live on her own now that her parents are not around.As I continued to ponder on my thoughts, I began to feel emotional. In the moment I was having I felt like the biggest loser ever. I was no seeking sympathy from anyone. I felt worthless and stupid. I felt like I could have had it all, I got a great woman who was fated to
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)As promised, Alessandro helped me move out of his home. It was really emotional for him I could tell. Throughout the process, he would make suggestions about trying to make our living arrangements work. He came up with a lot of ideas so that I could be more comfortable at his house. He even suggested that we divided the house in half where it will be separated by a wall or a door so that there would be two apartments in the house itself. This way I would not have to move out, but we would still maintain a level of privacy.I thought it was a great idea, but I still wanted my own space. I did not want to stay in his house because I felt like he really just wanted to keep an eye on me. Although I was making my own money, I was not helping out financially within the household and it made me feel like a leech. We never run out of food because the refrigerator and the pantries are restocked before anything could ever finish. Bills
Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.)After the night that I met Isla, I had expected her to reach out to me for help or at least some sort of advice. Unfortunately, she did not but in the meantime, I have been working on her parents. Now that the Adelina threat was successfully dealt with, Dimitri was able to go back out to work so I think that I have been long forgotten about again. That is just how Dimitri works. Before he reached out to me for help with her parents, we had not spoken for years, and then all of a sudden, he contacted me again. Fortunately for him, I knew of the prophecy so when he reached out to me, I had an inkling of what was about to go down and I offered my help. Since Dimitri went back out to work, he had been sporadically contacting me for updates on Isla’s guardians.I had not been able to make any progress with them. They were both in a coma-like state because they were in limbo. One of my abilities as a messenger is that I am ab
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)Alessandro and I had just finished cleaning the house from top to bottom. My room was not necessarily dirty, but it was not tidy either, so we had a bit of work to do in there as well. My parents’ room was the hardest of them all to tackle because I could not collect myself mentally to even think about them without breaking down. It got to a point where Alessandro volunteered to clean it by himself. We did not empty their room or anything of the sort because I did not want to make it seem as though they were gone forever. I wanted to feel as though there was a chance for them to come back to me one day. Due to this, I made Alessandro simply change the sheets on their bed and we packed all of the laundries into a garbage bag to be taken to be laundered.I may like my independence, but I still refuse to do my own laundry. When my parents were alive, I never wanted them to spoil me like that by doing basic chores I would no
Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.)We finally got to the morgue, and I immediately made my way inside with the witch in my arms. She was still asleep, and I think also too drunk to comprehend anything. I could only hope that when she wakes up she does not throw a fit and remembers the events that occurred at the underground black market club. Walking into this building with unconscious bodies in my arms is becoming way too common for my liking.I could have taken her to my house, but I did not want anyone to know me on that personal level. My home is my sanctuary. It is the place I turn to in order to forget the world and the chaos that I am trying to prevent. I would hate to go home one day, just to relax and release the tension the day had given me, only to have the stress from my usual day, follow me home as well.I laid the witch onto one of the metal tables beside the other two bodies and I made my way into the kitchen to set up some food and
Hunter(P.O.V.)When we finally reach the Clan, it was already past midnight. The journey was peaceful; my mate had fallen asleep on my back. My mom has also remained unconscious, but the soft breaths I heard on the way confirmed that she is been sleeping. Dad mind linked everyone to stay inside, saying that we retrieved their Queen, but she is sleeping so they can see her after she wakes up. I see Theo and Liam get out of the house to help us with our mates.The rest of the guys leave to their respective houses, seeing that everything's fine now. Theo helps get Skye off my back, so I can shift, while Liam helps mom. Dad shifts and we carry our mates inside. Skye wakes up in my arms with a start, gasping in shock when she sees me. I feel her body tense, as she glances around the hallway."Shh, little mate, you are okay. I am taking you to my room so you can rest. Well, after we get you clean." I smile lovingly at her, not showing her how pi
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MENTIONS R**E AND IN**ST. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE SUBJECT!!!!Hunter(P.O.V.)Witha thundering growl my dad jumps on the boulders blocking the entranceand starts digging them out with his paws. He is desperate to get to hismate and soon the other guys join him.I glance at the unconsciousgirl in my arms then carefully carry her away from the mayhem.Theamount of bruises on her body is concerning, but the only thing thatcatches my dark side's attention is the smell of male's seed coming from herbody. I notice a trail of dried white substance on her thighs,confirming my fears. The blood between her legs tells me she was forced.I will kill the fucker who did this to her.I carefully lay mymate by the tree then take my shirt off and put it on her. She is onlywrapped
Skye (P.O.V.)No, not again. Please God no.I am so tired and fed up of going through this. How can a father do this to their own child?It is disgusting.I never understood why some people would willingly have children only to mistreat them later on in life. In my opinion, it takes a different type of person to do something like this to their own flesh and blood. To the persons who have justified my father's actions in the past by telling me that he was depressed and how much he missed my mother, go fuck yourself. People lose their loved ones all the time. Not because I may look like my mother means that I am her or gives him any right to violate me.He is a disgusting man, and he deserves to die. I really hope he does.And I know it is said that you should not wish bad upon others or wish death upon others because karma will get you, but I do not care. At least if I die, I will not have to endure this lifelong pain and suf
Trigger Warning: This chapter mentions r*pe and inc*st.Skye(P.O.V.)I tried to separate my mind from what was actually happening to me in this very moment. I tried to zone out like usually would on any other given day. When it happened the first time, I was traumatized. When it happened the second time I was furious...but when it continued to happen after time and time again of trying to escape, I knew that this would simply become my new life. I was no longer sad, or depressed. I was no longer traumatized - okay maybe this is the definition of trauma but I felt numb.I was finally numb to the pain and betrayal I felt all this time but what was so different this time.As much as I wanted to not be able to think or feel, I could no longer control it. Is my brain really trying to get me to confront my problems now?If so, then it really has some messed up timing.Of all the things I should b
Twenty years later….Hunter (P.O.V.)"Hunter!"I feel fingers poking my cheek, but I try to ignore them.If that mystery person knows what is good for them, then they would not be trying to wake me up from my very relaxing slumber. As I tried to ignore the intruder from waking me up, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to drift back into the dream I was just having. It was fresh in my mind and though the very sweet slumber that I was having felt nearby, as the little nuisance continued to bother me, I could feel it drifting further away from me.Great, now I am about to be grumpy for the rest of the day. I wanted to wake up fully to push the assailant away and maybe lock my goddamn bedroom door which I really thought I did do last night, but I know that if I force my tiresome body off this bed right now, I will be forced to actually murder someone today and I
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)I do not know what I was expecting but it was not this. Things were really bad at the clan and I could have sensed it when as soon as I got to the borderline and I think everyone felt it. The air felt tense and quiet and as soon as we got to Ambrosius's land I can feel everyone's stress and worry.Call it motherly instincts I guess.I sort of felt bad for them. Though, the situation was kind of disappointing. Ambrosius should have put his clan first. After all, he would not have great strength and power without them or their loyalty to him. However, that was not the case. He neglected his duties as an alpha and instead of thinking about the clan's needs, he got selfish and simply found a Queen replacement. A clan does not need a Queen unless she is capable of uplifting the alpha and the clan. Had he thought about this and the needs of his people, he would not have taken that skank in.What is even worse is that s
Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)I do not think that I can completely hide the fact that the thought of seeing Ambrosius again is making my heart race a million miles per minute. Since I left the clan and vowed to never go back since everything had happened, I got busy and never gave Ambrosius a second thought. I kept my mind on building a clan of my own and finding something secure and stable for myself. Something that I can call my own.Something that could not be taken away from me without a fight. A lot of fighting.But now as I prepare myself and his son to return to his clan for a visit, I could not help but think about how things could have been different. Had I not left the clan, how would have my life turned out.I mean I left and made a name for myself. I got stronger than ever and even built a family of my own. Loyal friends turned to family.I guess this is another case of 'everything happening for a reason.'I needed t
Shane (P.O.V.)It has been five years since our Queen left the clan and I can honestly say that it is like she left with the heart of it. The clan has never been the same since she left and it had everything to do with the alpha. Our leader, nature's chosen leader, has fallen since that God awful day Queen walked out on us. The clan felt betrayed to some point when she left because it was like watching a mother figure give up on you and even though we knew it had something to do with what the Alpha did, despite the fact that it angered all of us, we kind of had no choice but to side with him regardless.That is unless we wanted to choose to go rogue and then join her clan of Deads. Which is something that we will never do of course. Part of being in a clan is being loyal no matter what. In instances where the alpha of that clan does not respect their clan members, practices a dictatorship type of leadership, or promotes fear instead of respect for obed
Five years later...Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)I think that I have been doing well on my own since I left Ambrosius. Or at least that is what I have trained myself to believe, I do not need him or the Clan. I have been alone all of my life. Betrayal, loneliness, and pain is all I know, and it has become something that I have accepted. It is a part of me. It made me the strong woman that I am today. So much so that I now give orders instead of taking them and following them.This is nothing new.It was bound to happen eventually you know. This is who I am. This is what I had been trained all of those years to become.A Queen.A monster.How could anyone love someone like me. At this point it is kind of impossible. At least that is how I feel. It is how I