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 SinclairTears sprung to our eyes as we smack each other to shut up, unable to control our laugher. “I can’t breathe.” Lila wheezed.“She really tried ballet in that poofy ass dress.” I laughed so hard that my stomach pleaded for mercy.“That was anything but graceful.” Lila giggled, wiping the tears from her cheeks.I’ll commend her for getting back on her feet and attempting to finish that horrendous performance, even though she sucked. Whoever her teacher was, clearly, they lied that she had a talent for ballet. The applause was robotic and forced, although everyone backstage was laughing at her.Not like she doesn’t deserve it. Her bitter personality was the reason no one felt any sympathy for her. People might not have noticed but she was the only contestant from the Darkmoon Tribe on purpose, her father was the Alpha and therefore restricted anyone from joining at her request.
Bellatrix SinclairI was confident of Lazarus’s obsession with me, he was possessive when it came to me, and I used it to my advantage.Lazarus walked through a dimly lit hallway, no soul in sight and opened the door stationed in the middle. A strobe of neon lights filled the space, entirely empty aside from the leather sofa and rounded glass coffee table filled with alcohol and crystalized glasses.He strolled towards the sofa, throwing his arms across the backrest. Lazarus exuded raw power and fierce dominance that demanded my submission. Readying myself to strip, his deep voice halting my actions. “Did I say you can take your clothes off.”“Why shouldn’t I?” I challenged with a raised brow.His lips curve into a devilish grin, malice dripping from his blackened orbs. “I didn’t know had a talent for dancing.” He mockingly praised, “I bet you loved showing your seduction to the world, sho
Bellatrix SinclairLicking the swollen tip, his jaw tensing while those obsidian orbs swirled with a combination of greed, hunger and potent desire. His smoky vanilla scent overwhelming my senses, a similar hunger surging through my veins.Lazarus’s fingers crept along the back of my neck, sweeping my hair over my shoulder. I shouldn’t have mistaken his actions as care, fisting my hair and yanking until our eyes met. “Suck Ma Cherie.” He ordered, his gaze burning with fervour.His grip loosens but I won’t make the same mistake of trusting him. Swirling my tongue along the tip, a glistening reddish pink that I desperately craved. I became an entirely different being during intimacy with Lazarus, a separate energy constructed of raw animalistic pleasure that was insatiable.“Eyes on me.” He demanded with a strained voice.My cheeks flushed, meeting his sinful gaze. This strange buzzing erupting under my skin,
Bellatrix SinclairThe final stages of the competition would take place tomorrow, during the week in which I became Prince Thalion’s aide I saw the lengths these women would go to garner his favor – especially Cassandra.They kissed ass and it was in vain. Prince Thalion was kind, mirroring the statement of forgiving but never forgetting. I narrowed my eyes at him, studying his demeanor as Cassandra giggled, handing over a tray of assorted macaroons. This was a tactic in her apology for disgracing him, providing different sweets as a peace offering.“Thank you, Cassandra.” Prince Thalion smiled.She glanced at me, disgust washing over her features for a brief second before that plastic smile pulled at her lips. She bowed, blushing. “I made them myself, I hope they are to your liking. Please enjoy, Prince Thalion.”She left and I scoffed bitterly, casting him a dry look. “Don’t tell me you buy that nonsense that it’s homemade?”Prince Thalion’s smile was dazzled with a hint of mischief
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus gently laid Thalion onto the bed, changing his room to one of the master suite’s. A teasing smile tugged at my lips, “Thought you hated him?”Suddenly, he caught my hand, threading his fingers through mine. “I still do.”I rolled my eyes, clearly the actions weren’t aligning if he truly despised Thalion. “But I appreciate his warning.” He murmured softly. “I’m grateful to anyone who wants to protect you.”A sudden jolt shot through my heart, a stumble in my pulse that had me squeezing his hand. Lazarus has disturbed the peace and twisted my mind into craving this possession, his love.Even when I knew this was wrong, even though I knew it would become a hindrance in the future.Thalion’s words echoed, playing on a loop. Death was inevitable but one filled with suffering and regret was something I didn’t want.Tugging him along, straight into his room. “We need to talk.”Bathed in darkness, unable to hear the party downstairs. Reluctantly I let his hand go an
Bellatrix SinclairI teetered the edge of curiosity and fear, my breath held captive in my lungs until they burned. “Do you wish to know your future?” He asked in a gentle tone.Swallowing the doubt creeping into my mind, hesitant as the words slipped out. “Yes.”He leaned in slightly, peering into my soul with softened eyes. Each colour glowed within the darkness, captivating me like a spell. Silence stretched between us, thickened by unspoken tension as he stared into my eyes – yet I couldn’t look away.Thalion blinks, extinguishing the glow in his irises. “The future is unpredictable, written in sand and not stone.”Puffing out my lips, humming a teasing tune. “I think I’m finally able to understand your poetic way of speaking.”He chuckles, a flicker of amusement washing over his features. “My speech changes when I use my ability.”Suddenly the atmosphere shifted, thickened by desolation. Thalion features softened with traces of sadness. “I hope you never encounter the darkest par
Bellatrix SinclairWarmth emitted from Thalion’s hand as he took ahold of mine, leading me away from the grandiose event and outside the palace into a different area that left me unsettled. This path was bathed in darkness, illuminated by a massive fountain spilling water high into the air like fireworks.We take our seats at the edge of the fountain, an icy sensation washing over my body from the cold stone. Unease curdled in my chest, “Why did you bring me here, Prince Thalion?”He raised his head, gazing upon the vast sky. “I assumed that you needed a break from smiling, especially when it never reached your eyes.”An itch flared along my collarbone, agitated by others reading my mind so easily. Arching a challenging brow at him, “What about you? You always wear your hair in a bun but tonight you wore it down.”“You caught me.” The corners of his lips lifted into a bittersweet smile, “I should be used to the stares by now.” He lets out a quiet chuckle, “The look of disgust however,
Lazarus De LoughreyFire roared in my chest, flames spilling into my veins and setting my body alight as I watched Bellatrix and Thalion dance. She was different with him; her radiant smile and glowing aura resembled the sun shining with happiness.Something I’m unable to give her, my heart and happiness. I can only offer my soul and that doesn’t seem like enough because there is nothing left of it.Consumed by my own thoughts, I lost sight of Bellatrix and Thalion. A vicious pounding ignited in my chest, a lump forming in my throat as fear surged through my bloodstream. Frantically searching through the crowd for them, but they have completely disappeared.“King Lazarus, you shouldn’t have such a look on your face.” Emmett said casually, sipping on a champagne.I scowled. “What look?”“Like you want to kill someone.”“I always look like this, why do you have a problem now?” I questioned, annoyed.Emmett had interrupted my search for the pair, my rage was ready to explode if he didn’t
Bellatrix SinclairThe tension between them sizzled with disdain, crackling like lightening ready to strike. They were shooting daggers at each other above my head and that acrimony spilled into the atmosphere around us. My cheeks ached from this forced smile while Lazarus and Thalion didn’t care to fake pleasantries.Even though we were fucking live!This was beyond uncomfortable, like ants crawling on my skin. Dancing my gaze between them with this aggravating smile, “Can you two please act properly so I can leave.”Prince Thalion smiled at Lazarus, “It seems that you are upsetting your participant.”Lazarus’s jaw tensed, malice dripping from his dark eyes. “Don’t begin to understand what Bellatrix wants.”I exhaled sharply, pressure building in my chest while I remained composed in front of the camera. They have no idea the repercussions of their actions, especially because it will backfire upon me. I’m the human, I’m already treading on thin ice with the public despite my popularit
Bellatrix SinclairLazarus radiated an aura of distilled enmity, seeping into the radioactive silence between us. He marched with me in toe, not yielding in his punishing grip on my arm. “Lazarus, I need to-““Don’t speak.” He commanded steely.Pressing my lips tightly together, suppressing the irritation bubbling in my chest. He burst into his room and threw me onto the bed, bathing us in a hue of red lights as I briefly catch a glimpse from the window of the starry night sky.I blinked and suddenly – Lazarus loomed over me; eyes locked upon mine with an overwhelming presence that left me breathless.“What are you doing?” I gritted out in annoyance, “Get off me Lazarus, I need to return to the palace.”“You aren’t going anywhere.” He stated definitively, darkness swirling in his eyes. “Ma Cherie, you forget who you belong to.”My fingers dug int
Bellatrix SinclairMy brows drew together in confusion, “That has been the known answer for years, even before I existed. It’s a tale as old as time.”He smiled softly, an aura of wisdom radiating from his features. “Do you know what a prophecy means?”My face fell, emulating an expression of watching paint dry. “Predicting what will happen in the future.”“Forgive me, I did not mean to question your intelligence.” Prince Thalion laughed, the sound decadent to the ears and ringing a soft tune. “I’m simply sparking debate upon your knowledge.”Narrowing my eyes at him playfully as I pursed my lips. “I cannot resist a challenge.”“The future is ever-changing, and the interpretation of a prophecy mirrors the same sentiment. As you have disclosed, the mistreatment of hybrids is a tactic to suppress the fulfilment of this prophecy. What they have not realize
Lazarus De Loughrey“I didn’t expect her to be so knowledgeable on Elven culture. Prince Thalion was quite impressed by her and has chosen her to be his aide.” Emmett informed, beaming with pride.The palace that housed all the participants was built with hidden tunnels centuries ago, along with hidden rooms that had no doors. The only entrance and exit were through the tunnel, one could use this information to their knowledge and keep someone imprisoned here for an eternity.It was a maze, like my own castle.Initially I came to teach Bellatrix the Elven etiquette in order to impress Thalion, briefing her on the culture and making her stand out.But she did that all on her own.There was an emptiness that seeped into my chest, emotions that didn’t seem rational were fizzling in my brain as flames soared through my veins. Bellatrix had this magnetic power that had everyone gravitating towards her, intrigued by the very essence of her soul.And I hated it. I didn’t like the attention s