Bellatrix Sinclair“You missed a spot.” Lazarus pointed towards the decadent vases upon the shelves above the fireplace.Clenching my teeth and wiping down the vases with the rag, “Don’t you have a Kingdom to run?” I sarcastically remarked.Lazarus closed the distance between us, familiar sparks of hunger cultivating in my chest and flames of desire searing my back from his intense gaze. His hands decadently scorch my skin, fire exuding from his touch as he caresses my thighs.My breath hitched, Lazarus provoking me with these electrifying sensations. I shiver at the way he kneads my skin, goosebumps arise while I fought the urge to melt into his touch. His heated breath against my ear has my eyes rolling back.“I rather enjoy the show of watching you bend over in this sexy maids uniform and show me that pretty ass that I own.” His voice pure whiskey sin, “Hmm Ma Cherie, I think you like when I play with you.” He teased, darting between my thighs and massing the damp spot in my lacy t
Lazarus De LoughreyI knew being summoned by The Syndicate wasn’t a good thing.A loud bang resounded, a familiar deep voice roaring. “How fucking dare you!”“You had one job.” That aggravating high-pitched feminine voice screeched, “And now you are telling us that you won’t have an heir.”Another feminine voice spoke, “You have forgotten your place.” She snapped, her voice lethal and dead. “You are privileged and spoiled. We gave you the crown and we can just as easily take it away.”All seven council members established the Werewolf Kingdom and continued to fund the nation. The Syndicate held the power to replace me as King and they never failed to remind me every chance they got.They call me spoiled and yet I have listened and fulfilled all their requests because I have no other choice.Darkness loomed over the court, shadowing the members while I stood below and awaited judgement. I knew directly in front of me sat the Head of The Syndicate – my uncle, Donovan Van Acker.“I manag
Bellatrix SinclairThere was a significant shift in his mood when he returned, a melancholy cloud looming over his head while his rage simmered to the surface.“The Vampire Diaries again.” Christian groaned, plopping down next to Valeria and stealing her batch of buttery popcorn.They all wave me off casually, engrossed in Elena’s discovery of being Katherina’s doppelganger. My focus was completely on Lazarus, he raced past without a second glance, yanking off his tie. “Lazarus.” I called, but he presses forward without a response.Trudging into his room, readying to slam the door in my face. “What the hell Lazarus!” I shouted, evading the attack.He tore off his jacket, frantically running his fingers through his hair. “Just leave Bellatrix.”“No. I’m not leaving.” I declared, shaking my head. “This obviously has something to do with The Syndicate.”“DONT!” He snapped, turning around and his eyes darkened, “You don’t get to ask me questions on what goes on there.”“Maybe I don’t have
Bellatrix SinclairHis voice brought upon tranquillity, something I’ve lost in Lazarus presence.“Did I hear you correctly?” Emmett repeated. “During the Mate Selection, you were matched to King Lazarus?”“Yes.”“So you are his mate?”“Apparently.” Mates were divine connections for werewolves, a blessing from their Moon Goddess.Emmett released an exasperated breath, “I don’t think you realise what you are in for.”Rolling my eyes. “My priority is getting out of here. We are on the same page; we don’t want anything to do with each other.”“Angel.” His sullen tone murmured, “He might say all that, but I read somewhere that a werewolf cannot resist a mate bond. It’s an intertwining of souls, something you cannot fight.”I chuckled. “Good thing I’m not a werewolf, I don’t feel that connection.”He grew suspiciously silent. “Hello? Emmett?”He whispered in question. “Do you really feel nothing for him?”Goosebumps arose on my skin, ice coursing through my veins because why was I consideri
Bellatrix Sinclair“The Golden Spa.” I read. “This certainly wasn’t what I expected.”Valeria smirks, squinting her eyes playfully. “Did you think something dirty?”“N-no.”She chuckled, “You totally did.” Nudging me gently, “Loosen up, this is supposed to be fun.”I wanted to be at ease, except the truth remained that I only came this district once with Lazarus. This was a completely new experience, uncharted territory because I’m venturing into werewolf’s domain as the only human without any semblance of power.A tightening initiated in my chest, searing my lungs and making it difficult to swallow. Anxiously bouncing from one foot to the other, Valeria placing a comforting hand onto my shoulder. “It’s going to be fine, I’m here.” She smiled reassuringly.Considering our first encounter was a disaster, I found myself believing her sincerity. The spa was in the central district, a different location and Valeria informed that there are various sections that make-up this place.Pushing
Bellatrix SinclairI narrowed my eyes at him. “They are your people. Are you saying that you don’t trust them?”He scoffed at my insolence. “In the essence of life, you are prey among predators.”“My skills have proven different. I can be the predator just as much as you.” I smirked, my voice sweet and condescending.Lazarus eyes sparkled poisonously, flooding my bloodstream with the toxic substance of his evil tendencies. “Ma Cherie,” his voice smooth like whiskey, “you have to be more vicious than this if you ever want to be a predator.”Entranced by those pitch-black orbs, a dark tower looming over me with vile intent. Arching a challenging brow, “I can pull the trigger.” I say, “Your rules restrict me from acting on those impulses.”His fingers sears through my cheek, catching a lock of my hair and twirling it around his finger. “Fear is more lethal than poison.” He stated. “The prospect of death doesn’t scare you, but your fear holds you back more than I do.”“Don’t act like you
Bellatrix Sinclair“This is the budget for the Royal Guards attending the borders, King Lazarus as expressed his interest on increasing the food and weapons supply for the patrollers as well as the compensation packages for the ones who have passed.” Judah explained each document thoroughly, transferring them into three separate folders. “He might sign off on them.”“No problem.” I say, clutching the folders to my chest. “Valeria went to the borders?”“Yes.”Shit. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. “How long?”Judah reads another document, stamping the pages with a royal mark. “Indefinately. They are required to monitor and provide feedback before taking action.”Being Lazarus assistant had it’s advantages, I was privy to information regarding the inner workings of his system. Majority of the fundings for each Kingdom was provided by Lazarus personally, something I was shocked by.“Can I ask you something?” I hesitated when he nodded. “Doesn’t The Syndicate fund the Kingdoms.”He looks
Bellatrix SinclairOur eyes were locked in a trance, dread churned like acid in my stomach. I’ve never seen such violence, such bloodshed – it was disturbing.His sinister smile was even more terrifying stained by blood. “Are you scared Ma Cherie?”Lazarus strode towards me, malevolence dancing in his eyes. “You should be. This is what happens when people think they can try and kill me.”The pressure intensified in my chest as he lifted his hand, bloody tainted fingers twirling a lock of my hair. He was completely engrossed, his words soft and lethal. “So beautiful and I’ve tainted you.”“Who was that?” I blurted in question, despite the fear slithering in my veins like poison.He tilts his head, his gaze shrouded in darkness. “Concerned?”Swallowing the lump forming in my throat, a spillage of truth in his words.“An assassin.” Lazarus answered, his hand falling. “Many people want me dead Ma Cherie, you are just another person added to the list.”I blinked, a speck of desolation flic
Lazarus De LoughreyThe Syndicate resided in a castle, atop the mountains that gave the illusion it floated in the sky. It was secluded from the rest of the Kingdom’s, stationed on a vast piece of land without a soul in sight. Although I knew this place wasn’t truly their home, that information was strictly confidential.Now it made sense that whenever I tried to figure out the identities of the other Elder’s - I came to a dead end and that was due to Donovan’s interference.Bellatrix’s curled her fingers into my jacket, bunching the material in a tight grip. She can barely manage to lift her head, shallow pants slipping from her lips. “Lazarus.....what did you do?”I raised her chin, a magnetic collision of those crystalized blues, lids drooping as she fought the drug. “It’s for your own good.” I said, softly.“I’m supposed....to....help.” Her voice faded as she slumped against me.Carefully maneuvering her back to the leather seat, I adjusted the dosage of the sleeping drug to ensur
Bellatrix Sinclair“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Lazarus chastised, features hardening as he leaned back into the chair.“It’s been almost two weeks, I’ve recovered.” I said sternly. “Don’t think I don’t know what you are up to.”His silence was all the confirmation I needed; the tense atmosphere seeping into his muscles. Not that I blame him, this was a huge betrayal from the only family he had left.Lazarus lifts his gaze to meet mine, arching an eyebrow. “What exactly do you think I am up to?”I sighed, exasperated. “You called for Judah and Valeria. It’s quite obvious that you are planning on confronting your uncle.”“Quite perceptive.” He mused with a smirk.I sucked in a sharp breath, unease curdling in my stomach. “Are you going to tell them about the prophecy and my wolf?”His stare is cryptic, like h
Bellatrix SinclairIn the darkened abyss, this white wolf was radiant – practically glowing like a beacon of hope. She rested her head on her paws; eyes closed like she was sleeping. An invisible force propelled me forward, the further I got – I realized we weren’t entirely alone.This wolf blended with the night, unnoticeable unless you were close. Much bigger in contrast to her, softness in those pitch-black orbs as they focused on her. There was something familiar about this dark wolf, nudging his head gently against hers affectionately.His gaze lifted to mine with equal tenderness. “Finally, you’re awake.”My brows drew together in confusion, “Do you know me?”I’m not sure how I can interpret his expression, clouded by desolation. “You will know me now, because of her.”There was something beautiful about them unlike others I’ve encountered, gleaming with adoration.“Who is she?” I asked curiously, flicking my gaze to our surroundings, “Where are we?”“The answers you seek, he wi
Lazarus De Loughrey“Mate.” Maddox growled, his voice echoing within my mind.This wasn’t an illusion, it was all true. The horrifying screams that vibrated through my body, agony piercing the core of my soul – it was Bellatrix’s cries for help because of the transformation.“You let me hear her voice on purpose.” I marveled, “Mates are unable to hear each other’s voice unless they have marked each other.”Melody embodied fierceness, even in this moment – she was aggressive and a force to be reckoned with – just like Bellatrix. Their souls were intertwined in perfect harmony despite Melody being locked away.She spoke with serenity, a certain warmth that I felt in my heart. “We are a special case; it would have been true if Bellatrix didn’t have any feelings for you, but she is inlove with you.”My heart quickened, elation coiling around my heart. Her expression morphed with pure malice, turning her head towards the target. “No time for that, I can only manage my sanity for a few minu
Bellatrix Sinclair“KILL!” a mysterious voice boomed, bursting my eardrums. “KILL!”The voice penetrated my mind like a thousand needles, and I grabbed my head as every vein screamed in protest, ready to burst. I bit down hard, agony tearing through me mercilessly. It was unescapable, an intense pressure on my chest that crushed my lungs.I choked, banging my chest when every breath burned like acid. “Whats......happening.” I gasped, Thomas’s figure blurring amid the rain and intense fire penetrating my eyes.Something was wrong, something backfired and now my body was rejecting me, desperate to disintegrate my soul into nothing but ashes.Crashing down onto my hands and knees. A raw, violent scream tore from my throat, chaos exploding inside me. “Help me,” I sobbed, barely able to breathe, when something slammed into my chest with brutal force.I coughed blood, fire seared my flesh until all that remained was unimaginable pain. The sickening cracking of bones thundered as my arms jer
Bellatrix SinclairThe pain was excruciating, piercing every nerve and pulling tautly until they tore like threads. My pulse roared in my ears, fire spreading through my veins and burning me from the inside. He sank his fangs deeper into my flesh and a raw scream ripped from my throat, unrelenting pain hitting me like bolt of lightning, vicious in its intensity.I jerked my leg frantically, desperate to drive my heel into his foot before he tore a chunk of flesh from my neck. Choking on the intensity of his vice grip, a pounding in my head as I was tethering the edge of death in a few seconds.Jabbing my heel into his foot with all my strength. No thoughts – just the raw need to escape. His fangs detach, a hissed cry slipping from his bloody lips before he released me.I gasped, struggling to breathe past the agony constricting my chest. My feet tremble as I try to run, each step slower than the last. Blood coats my fingers as I clutch my neck, pain flaring with every pulse.Thomas sn
Bellatrix SinclairI stared at him, analyzing every detail from top to bottom. He wore a sharp suit, pristine and immaculate for a dead man. “I guess it’s true what they say, a corpse is always the best dressed.” I said, my tone dripping with acid.He let out a sinister chuckle, insanity dilating his pupils. With a flick of his wrist, he adjusted his suit. “Indeed, your corpse will be the personification of beauty in death.” He responded smoothly.Anger and confusion surging through my veins like poison and clouding my mind. “You were sentenced to death, you were executed.” I scowled bitterly. “Thomas Grey.”He tsked, the sound filled with disappointment and caution. “This what happens when you give humans a little freedom, they start breaking the rules.”Arching a pointed brow at him,A sly grin crept across my lips, arching a pointed brow at him. "You are no longer an Alpha or a King, do I really need to show you respect?”His nostrils flared, eyes ablaze with vexation. “Humans can
Bellatrix SinclairThe gown was utterly breathtaking, a marvelous blend of darkness against the starry night. Blinking rapidly, unable to accept that it was me in the mirror. A deep onyx colour that reminded me of Lazarus, shimmering a midnight blue under the light. Intricate silver embroidery along the bodice, delicate vines dancing along the sweetheart neckline, mesh material that wrapped around my collarbones and climbed to my neck.Sheer long sleeves and ruffled layered skirts that flowed like the ocean waves, shifting from translucent to utter darkness and similar detailing of silver embroidery along the edges. Even the slightest movement had the dress moving like a subtle breeze in the night.My heart fluttered when the door opened, a spike in my pulse as our eyes locked through the mirror. Lazarus doesn’t move, remaining like a statue for what seemed like hours. He emulated royalty in a three-piece suit, so handsome and lethal, a poison I’d wi
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus’s footsteps thundered, echoing throughout the palace in the dead of the night like an impending doom. Usually, he ensures his presence is undetectable and moves in silence but tonight was different.And I knew why.He slams the door open, “Don’t pretend to be asleep,” he barked, his voice acidic. “I know you aren’t.”Fucking hell. I released a breath, riddled with annoyance. Flinging the covers off and rising to my feet. “Is there a reason you are disturbing my peace?” I retorted sharply.His fiery vibrations pierced through my core, scorching my skin and setting the room ablaze as he closed the distance between us. “Peace?” a cruel smile danced across his lips, bittersweet venom on his tongue. “Must have been utter torture to live apart from him, even brought him here under false pretenses. You just couldn’t stay away from him.”Hi