Bellatrix SinclairLazarus laughed, the sound demonic as it echoed, like the gates of hell were opening to enact punishment.“Do you really think you can order me.” Lazarus smiled wickedly. “Kill her.”Fear slithered through my veins, pumping viciously to my heart because I knew Lazarus was serious. He didn’t value her life; her death would be insignificant. I couldn’t challenge him in the presence of Thomas, and I doubt I had the power to change his mind.Lazarus gestured with his hand, “Go on, kill her.”Thomas jaw tensed, rage flaring in his orbs as his claws descending and he punctured the flesh of her neck. “You think I won’t?” he snapped with a growl. “I’ll fucking kill her and the woman who is your mate,” darting his eyes towards me with a cruel smile, “She will hate you forever.”Lazarus scorching touch explodes upon my back, dancing up and teasing my neck before his fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head backwards. I gritted my teeth, glaring at him with indignation. He
Emmett De LoughreyFamily is everything to me.I guess it stemmed from the fact that I was an orphan, abandoned and unwanted until Donovan De Loughrey adopted me. I might have been four years old, but I was aware of my circumstances – it’s rather difficult to ignore reality when you’ve faced the worst of it at such a young age.My life took a complete turn once Donovan became my father; I had a family and people who cared about me. Father urged me to get along with the future Werewolf King, insisting that family wasn’t simply just blood.However I remember the fear of facing Lazarus for the first time, only two years older than me and yet he exuded such a magnetic aura, refined and polished that he didn’t seem real. I expected the worst, I expected his cruelty like in the orphanage only ten times worse because he was the future king.Except that wasn’t what happened, during our first encounter, he smiled at me and welcomed me. There wasn’t a hint of animosity, he didn’t treat me diffe
Emmett De LoughreyThe last thing I expected walking into his office was to see Bellatrix. I already felt the guilt weighing heavily over the secrets I kept from Lazarus, and now they were devouring me because of her. My heart thudded painfully, threatening to burst from my chest.She was ethereal from a distance and even more bewitching this close. Those piercing orbs of clear blue crystals were riddled with pain, the betrayal evident in the way it stabbed my heart. Swallowing thickly, shame blanching my skin in a cold sweat.“Emmett.” Lazarus called.I could tear my eyes away from her, it’s like we were locked in a trance and I truly felt doomed in this moment. I always knew that she kept putting off meeting me in person because there was no future and now…. our lives are more tangled than ever.The scrapping of Lazarus chair reached my ears, garnering my attention. “Your majesty.” I bowed, my voice coming out winded.Lazarus rounded his desk, leaning against it casually but his gaz
Bellatrix SinclairEmmett stumbled backwards, the drums of anger making my breathing shaky and uneven. Strands of his hair spilled softly over his brow, a small cut on his lower lip and I was utterly surprised by his reaction. He smiled, deepened the cut until a dash of blood spilled.His pure hazel eyes meet mine with a teasing grin. “Am I forgiven?”He knew me all too well, the satisfaction of punching him was enough to dampen my rage. A bruise blossoming on his cheek, “Or do you need to get a couple more in before you forgive me?” he teased, but I knew he was serious.I smirked, “Don’t tempt me.”The betrayal lingered, the flames dwindling into subtle embers. I suppose he can be forgiven since he attempted to buy my freedom at the price of himself. There has always been a soft spot in my heart for Emmett, a love I couldn’t pursue and now… I never could.“It seems we are being summoned to the royal palace.” Lazarus announced, drawing my attention and I honestly forgot he was here.H
Lazarus De LoughreyDonovan rounded the table, immediately embracing me as he’s always done when we are alone. He taps my shoulder, praise slipping from his tongue. “You truly are the best; I would have never thought you would give Emmett the position of Alpha and his own Kingdom.”“He is perfectly suited for the role.”“That he is.” Donovan agreed with a chuckle.“Uncle, why did you call me here? It’s very rarely that we speak amongst ourselves here.”I was under the impression this was a meeting with The Syndicate.Donovan waves a dismissive hand, “I have another meeting with one of the members in twenty minutes, seemed easier to do it here.”Arching a questionable brow, “Do what?”A teasing smirk danced upon his lips, “I heard that you’ve been getting along with your mate, quite well actually.”Tension locked in my muscles, the question of how he knew circulating in my brain. No one knows about my relationship with Bellatrix within the confines of the castle. I couldn’t show hostil
Bellatrix SinclairToday was the day of the Luna Selection Ceremony and I’ve never hated Lazarus more than I do now for subjecting me to this ridiculous game. For a split second when he mentioned the selection, I found hope that he would let me go and that was short-lived until he forced me into this.“Fucking Lazarus.” I gritted, downing the bubbly champagne to alleviate the anger and anxiety surging through me.I will admit that he was going all out for me to match the level of wealth that other contestants have. The elegant evening gown was breath-taking, glittering ethereally. Dark, midnight blue with layered skirts of sheer fabric and a central slit that revealed my legs. The diamond encrusted bodice shimmered, drawing attention to the off-shoulder neckline that was even more highlighted by the up-do hairstyle with tendrils curled to frame my face. Sheer sleeves flowing like water under the night sky, the gown was enchanting and elegant.A knock resounded and I was certain they a
Bellatrix SinclairHe spun me around, pressing my back against his chest. A buzzing under my skin that originated upon contact. I despised this kind of reaction, my body betraying me in every regard when it came to him.Lazarus traced along my collarbone, his touch electrocuting. My breath hitches, a tingling sensation shooting down my spine when he presses those soft lips against my neck. “You look magnificent.” He complimented. “Truly so beautiful.”Swallowing thickly, my cheeks burning at his praise. Without warning, he pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. Delight pouring into my veins like sugar, sticky and sweet.And I didn’t like it. Lazarus cannot have this effect on me.“It’s a shame that all these people will see you, I much rather keep you to myself.” He marvelled, interlacing our fingers and giving me a brief squeeze of assurance.“What are you trying to do here?” I snapped, agitated by my heart racing for him.“Nothing Ma Cherie, simply stating the truth.” He responded casuall
Bellatrix SinclairAll the attention was on Lazarus who stood front and centre, The King in his glory as his people worshipped him. He was sophisticated and charming, exuding a malevolent allure that captivated his audience.Anyone would be drawn to the darkness and willingly sin for this handsome man.He did a standard introduction, explaining the purpose of finding a Luna and the next Queen. That smile was pure deception, as if moment’s ago he didn’t threaten to kill me if I didn’t win. I roll my eyes backstage; he truly could wear any mask.The rhythmic clicking of heels sliced through the silence. Turning around to face the perpetrator, my body freezing in place as all twenty-eight contestants stood before me, the energy fierce and crackling as they planned my demise.Their gazes filled with pure disdain, “Fucking human.” Someone sneered from the back.They were singling me out because of one person, the leader of this group – Cassandra.Suddenly, the crushing weight of fear eleva
Bellatrix Sinclair“Clearly he underestimated my abilities.” Melody glowered, expressing her disbelief. “It will take alot more to knock us out.”Her voice became distorted by the splitting headache, another side-effect of the sleeping drug that added to the density of my body. “This feels weird.” I grumbled under my breath.I should be freaking out by such foreign sensations of her voice creeping into my mind, yet it strangely felt right. Melody spoke softly, appeasing the hesitation in my soul from this revelation. “You will get used to it eventually. If you find it too intrusive, envision a wall separating us and you won’t be able to hear my voice.”She was providing comfort, trying to ease my acceptance that I was no longer human. I don’t think I’ve fully comprehended that I’m a werewolf, especially one in the prophecy – which I didn’t believe but Lazarus seemed adamant.Christian flicked his gaze to the rearview mirror, a mirage of emotions filtering through his orbs before his f
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