Three cheers for Killian and Noriel. Gotta' love happy reunions.
ELLE Nailah was an amazing woman that I was lucky to have met for a couple of reasons. First, she made Caiathus incredibly happy. That meant everything to me because I saw him as a brother. Therefore, he held a very dear place in my heart. Second, she was so damn strong. Despite everything that she had been through, she was still someone who loved to smile as well as loved to stop and smell the roses. Our boys were also enthralled with her. It made sense once she explained why that was. Her species were created by the Goddess Bastet to be guardians, much like the Fae gods created the Protector lines, and the Goddess Hecate created vampires. As such, pure souls were drawn to sphinxes more than anyone else, subconsciously being drawn to their species’ purpose. It also made complete sense why she was paired with Caiathus. He might be a suave and sophisticated Protector who religiously stuck to titles, protocol, and such. But he was also the one that would rain hell down upon anyone w
ZIYAH Tonight was incredibly important. Imeela and Jackson’s coronation was history in the making. Never had there ever been a ruling member who was not a vampire. That was good and bad at the same time. It was good because this was exactly what Hecate had wanted – change. Jackson and Zeus would be amazing Kings who would end up supporting Imeela every step of the way. I highly doubted that anyone else would have what it took to make this successful. It was a bad thing because it was essentially encouraging all of the fucking idiots to be idiotic. There was too much purist bullshit in the vampire world that needed to be obliterated. What better way than this pairing? There was no question about something might happen because something was going to. Elle, Brynn, and I all had this feeling. However, we kept that away from Imeela and Jackson both because they had more important things to focus on. So, I was going through last-minute security measures and would help ensure that our me
KADE Tyre was beside himself, humming Mission Impossible music as we used the cover of our handy shadows to keep an eye on everything that was going on. ‘You’re just jealous that you don’t know the entire tune,’ he said after pausing his humming. Of course, I fucking knew the entire tune. I scoffed at him and began humming it. I got about thirty seconds into it and paused, trying to remember what came next. FUCKING DICK WOLF! He was howling up a storm at being proven right. Luckily, I was saved from finding the perfect retort when two hushed voices caught my attention. Thankfully, my dick of a wolf knew when to be serious, so that howling went away at once. “The perfect time will be when they are coronating them. It will cause the most panic, allowing you a chance to escape in the chaos. There is a magically-coated silencer on the gun, so nobody will hear it,” a man said. “Are you certain it will kill him though?” a female asked. I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. Was
ELLE Kade had already filled me in on apprehending someone who had planned to force his daughter into assassinating Jackson so that he could then use the chaos to kidnap Imeela. We all knew that tonight’s coronation would not be a joyous affair for all. There were bastards in all species who willingly followed people like Andrei because it allowed them to do whatever they wanted while saying fuck the consequences. Brynn, Ziyah, and I all had this feeling that something serious was going to happen tonight. That feeling did not go away when I heard that the bastard was in the cells. It was a damn good thing that we did not bring our younger children. The boys were having a sleepover with their cousins, so they were fine being away from us. Kalen was safe back at their pack. My man was sexy in his fitted black suit that had a silver vest, which made his gray eyes pop. His hair had that messy wave going on that made him look like he styled it that way, but it was just natural. I knew
ELLE Imeela had been through so much shit in her life and survived unimaginable odds. I knew that I would not have been strong enough to survive what she did. “Lord Pavlo, I am not certain where you got your information from, but I can assure you that I did not abandon anyone, nor did I live a life of luxury. Let me clear up any misconceptions there might be about what truly happened. Andrei Moretti stormed into this very coven on my tenth birthday where he and his followers massacred everyone. My father, King Desmond, entrusted my safety to my bodyguard Emilio who had only been twenty-one at the time. The life that we led was the furthest thing from a life of luxury. We spent six years together on the run, evading bounty hunters sent by none other than Andrei Moretti himself. When I say that we were on the run, I mean that literally. Staying in abandoned buildings, caves, or anywhere else that we could find, which would provide us enough security before we continued on. We spent day
DANTEWhile tonight had not gone to plan, nobody could claim that it was a typical or boring coronation. Not one fucking bit.People spouted fucking bullshit accusations – Check.Said bullshit got knocked the fuck down – Check.Stupid fucker made a grand entrance – Check.Stupid fucker then got his ass handed to him by the fucking Queen herself – FUCKING CHECK.Suicidal fucker shot said Queen – Also check.Then, out of nowhere, a literal Goddess showed up and put everyone in their motherfucking places – Double check with side of delicious fucking amusement.“Are there any further objections or are we free to actually begin the coronation?” Imeela asked the crowd.Most people chuckled in response. It certainly helped to break the tension while also showing them that she was in control despite the fuckers trying to take that control away. It showed that she was resilient.Cali, who was Imeela’s Godmother, had been given a letter by Sadira. She read it to the masses since that was what S
ZIYAHI was not certain what those two were planning, but Imeela must have wanted to talk to him about something important since Jackson led me all the way over to the other side of the dance floor.He was actually not a bad dancer at all. Sure, he was a little uncertain about the moves at first but caught on fairly quickly.“I’m incredibly happy for both you and Zeus. There is not a single thought in my mind about you failing here because you came into it with pure intentions and a need to protect those who need protection. Lean on your mate and your advisors. However, don’t be afraid to reach out for help and advice. We’re here for all of you,” I told him.Jackson smiled and thanked me. My words reassured him, and that made me happy to hear.Zeus shimmered through. I knew that only Alphas had the ability to share control like my mates did, but that was not what these two were.It made me wonder if being coronated made a difference at all because they were both essentially Alphas now…
DANTE It should be noted that I thoroughly enjoyed living in our own home instead of at the packhouse. First, there was more room and was quite spacious. Second, we were filling it with memories. Third and most importantly, far more fucking privacy. It really was nice. There was a meeting at Nightshade to discuss plans for moving forward on the Supernatural Council. Knowing my sister, she had already had twenty-three different ideas. She did offer delicious coffee and brunch, seeing as how we partied fairly late before we left the coronation after party. It had been a lot of fucking fun. “Papa, it’s time to burp little Miss Blakely,” Ziyah told Byron. Our division plan had been working really well. These three were just as much his pups as they were mine, so he deserved just as much time with them. Byron picked Blakely up, cooing to her, and setting to work on burping her. She definitely took after me when it came to those powerful burps of hers. Guess what? She did not fucking di