M I K H A I LI take a step forward, but the Lycans in front of me also take a step forward as though to warn me to stay in my spot. I square up to them, but then I see my father emerging from the crowd, facing me with a blank expression.“What is this about?” I ask, but I’m not facing him. My gaze is fixed on Evan, who is watching me closely like he’s afraid that I will attack at any moment. “Why are all of you here?”“We were hoping to find you,” Evan says, his voice low. I can hear the tinge of shame and maybe regret in his tone, which makes me think that he has something to do with this elaborate gathering in front of me. “I’m sorry, boss. I had to lure you in here. I had to do something to get you to stop running.”I want to say that I didn’t do anything wrong, but I remember what I did to Amara and I just couldn’t bring myself to lie.Dad takes a step closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. “We always had a feeling you would not be good around the Humans, but now we know for
Y A N AI don’t realize that I screamed until I can feel my throat hurting. Even then, I keep screaming, the sound seeming so distant and so detached that I can hardly believe it was coming from me.But it is coming from me. From the deepest parts of me. All the shock and the horror just condensed in my throat and now I’m letting all of it out.I hold Dad against me, my mind already going to the worst places imaginable. My body is on autopilot, holding him up and trying so hard to carry him even though my life seems to be caving in right before my eyes. It feels like there’s blood everywhere and I can’t stop it from flowing.“Help!” I scream, but no one comes. “Help me, please!”I heave him into my arms, somehow managing to keep him upright even though he’s much bigger than me. I get him through the door just as someone passes by, and then the whole thing becomes a blur.Somehow we get him to the elevator, and when we get there, there’s already an ambulance. We get him in there, and o
Y A N ASomething about Amos’s tone sounds . . . ominous. Scary. Like what he’s saying is a simple statement but a loaded request at the same time, and it’s hard to tell where the line is.I stare at him, waiting for him to provide more information as I am too nervous and cautious to ask for more myself, but he doesn’t say anything more. We just sit there in silence, and I let it go on, trying my best to organize my thoughts in my head.I hate that he knows the truth about me and Mikhail. I know it probably doesn’t matter to him now that we have become real, so real that we had to break up, but it feels strange to know that he knew all this time and he didn’t say anything. Maybe I’m thinking too much into it, but it feels like he suspended it just to have something against us in the future.But the thing is . . . he was so nice when I first met him. Mikhail seemed to be closer to him that he ever was with his own father. I mean, he even told me that much. Amos was the one who guided h
M I K H A I L “What?” I splutter. “What did you say?” I advance forward, making my mother back away from me like she’s scared of being attacked. But the shackles hold me in place anyway, causing me to stagger back and end up in the same spot where I began. I meet her eyes and finally, she holds my gaze, but she’s basically squirming in her own skin. While she stays silent, I try to calm myself down just enough to make sense of what has just been said. So the plan is . . . to get me married off to another royal family from god knows where so I can avoid the mess I made here. I know that the leadership is a continental thing, and I refuse to be shipped off to another place like I will explode and cause more trouble here. It’s just insulting on so many levels. I wait for her to say something, but she just turns away, filling me with frustration. “That’s it?” I ask her, wishing so bad I can get out of my shackles so I can hold her back and make her face me. “You’re not going to say a
Y A N AImmediately, a light switches on in Evan’s eyes, and I wonder if I made the right choice or not. I swallow hard, waiting for him to say something, but instead he holds his hand up for me and starts to call somebody.“Hi, yes, this is me. . . .” he trails off, walking away from me and talking in a lower voice.I can’t make out anything he’s saying, but I’m trying to read his expressions as he speaks. And much to my disappointment, there is nothing there either. He just looks consistently serious all throughout. His expression doesn’t change, even until he hangs up and comes back to me.“What was that all about?” I ask nervously. “Did I . . . did I make a mistake?”“Yana, no.” Evan looks at me in the eye. “I told my men to get ready, to be on the lookout for any danger. Some of them will be here in this hospital guiding your father. It would be best if you warn your friends too.”“I don’t want them to be scared and worried,” I mumble.He nods. “I will send some of my people to t
M I K H A I LI had to pause and think about those words for an entire minute because even though I heard the man’s voice perfectly, it still doesn’t make sense.Well, for one, I thought that the wedding that my mother planned would not happen any sooner. I thought that they would at least let Amara’s corpse get cold, as fucked up as that sounds.I mean . . . everyone basically thinks that I’m a murderer now, right? They think that I just did that to Amara in cold blood, all because I wanted to. They didn’t stop to consider my words and perhaps gave me a chance to at least prove to them that I was telling the truth. In their eyes, I’m this horrible monster who should be kept in prison far away from everyone.So why is this European family so hell-bent on taking me, knowing perfectly that I’m capable of something else entirely?Is it because they’re just as evil as I was accused to be?Or is it because they have no clue?Either way, I face the man who’s standing in the corner, staring
M I K H A I LI swallow hard as I hear those words, but I don’t dare react. I just sit there with my face as poker as possible, trying my best not to let a single emotion show.King Lucien turns to me. “I gather you are the CEO and the current king.”“Yes,” is the only thing I can manage to say,“How long have you been leading?”I look up to meet his eyes. “Since I was eighteen.”He nods slowly, and I can tell that he’s impressed. It feels weird to me. Does he have no idea about the recent events? I wonder how he will react then, if he finds out that the only reason I’m here is because I killed someone and now I’m being forced into this relationship in order to cover things up.“So you have the full experience, then,” he says. “That’s impressive.”His wife and his daughter both nod in agreement, which almost makes me scoff. Thankfully, I stop myself. But that doesn’t mean I want this whole thing to continue. I’m watching the princess and I can tell that she’s deeply uncomfortable abou
Y A N A"What?" I blurt out, a little too loudly.Evan hisses under his breath and steps forward, clamping his hand over my mouth. "I said, we will be crashing the wedding. It's going to happen tomorrow. If we get lucky now and we don't encounter any problems, we can do it today. Understood?"I nod frantically, wishing I can ask what kind of trouble we can encounter here and what all of this means, but I know that time is precious. Besides, every second he spends here is a second too long and an obvious risk. If he gets caught here, then the mission is dead.However, I just have to ask him one question. Something that's been bothering me since he showed up."Evan?" I whisper against his hand. When he raises his eyebrows, I ask, "Why does it seem like you're working against your father?"A pause, and then he says, "That's because I am."“Do you know what happened to him?” I ask again, deciding to just screw it. I might as well just know what happened to that man. “Is he . . . a bad per
M I K H A I LThe aftermath of what I can confidently call a war was almost . . . calm. There were no notable ups and downs, but I couldn’t really say there were no hard emotions involved. I guess what I could say about it is that it is subdued. Quiet. Defeated.We are the winners, my family and I. And yet victory is not something that we feel.Because today is the burial of Uncle Amos, and we have to remind ourselves once again that someone we considered our family has betrayed us and died in the process.But of course, we all know that the pain and fresh betrayal and perhaps even guilt that my parents and I are all feeling right now is nothing compared to what Evan is feeling.After Yana and I kissed in the hallway a week ago, I went to see Evan. He was in the morgue, crying over his dead father’s body, which was in the other side of the place being embalmed. We couldn’t see the process, only some views of it through the little window on the door.He turned to me abruptly when I wen
M I K H A I LI let go of Uncle Amos, only letting the tips of my sharp teeth graze his neck and not letting things get too far.I realize that I may have proven him right by doing that. He called me a coward, and perhaps I really was, because I have the chance to kill him right now and I'm still struggling with the morality of it all even though he never stopped to consider that for me or my family.What am I doing? How can I do this? How do I finish this fight?I hate this. I hate this so much. I hate that I have to do it, I hate that it is the only thing that would keep Uncle Amos from causing more harm. I hate that I’m the one who has to stop him . . . permanently.And most especially, I hate that after everything he’s done to me and everyone I care about and love, I still have some amount of respect and love left for him.Needless to say, I should be as cold as him now. I should be able to take him out without feeling an ounce of remorse. I know everything he did now. He basicall
Y A N AEvan moves quickly and seizes my wrists with one hand as though binding me, pushing me against the wall. I yelp and gasp, looking at him with my gaze full of questions.He shoots me a meaningful look and I immediately get that this is all for show. He's trying to make it look like he's trying to subdue me.It would make a pretty convincing narrative, I have to admit. It would look like I somehow managed to escape from my bonds and my cell just to wreck the princess up and end up killing her. The story might crack if they realize that I'm just a weak human with no special abilities whatsoever, but at least it would do for now.To add to the credibility of it all, Evan turns to the warriors and says, "I got it under control, everyone."They hesitate, and I can see their eyes flitting from him to me and to the princess, who's clearly gone.The warrior in the front who I assume is the leader steps forward. "What happened here?""She managed to get out of her chains and out of her
M I K H A I LWithout hesitation, I pull back, clench my fist, and break out of the chains that are binding me to the wall.The needle in my arm breaks, spilling the hissing formula of the wolfsbane potion everywhere, causing it to burn holes in the actual concrete. I step on it, not caring at the small sting that it causes, not caring about anything much at all except for my parents’ safety.Strength is flowing in my body like a lush river, endless and loud and raging. I face Uncle Amos, who is watching me without a clear expression on his face. But when he sees me breaking the bars of the cell with my bare hands, he smiles.“You coming to hurt me, nephew?” he asks tauntingly. “Are you going to kill me? Because I bid you good luck for that.”With that, he rushes towards me with no warning, his fists already clenched. I have to admit that I didn’t anticipate his speed at all or any kind of grace from him, so I don’t manage to parry the punch that he lands against my face.My head sta
Y A N AIt's strange seeing Evan again, even though it's barely been a full day since we last saw him. Even as I stare at him now, I can't believe he's actually here.Evan holds out his hand to me, reaching through the gaps like Sienna did. "Can you reach me?"The answer is, I can. I can definitely reach him and take his hand if I want to. The only problem is that I don't. I don't want to touch him.I don't want to trust him.I remember his father and how he attacked Mikhail like it was nothing, despite Mikhail seeing him as his father. I remember how he almost killed me. Also, I don't know if I'm hallucinating or what, but I do remember him saying that his son was involved in the whole thing somehow.Now, I can't see Evan the way I used to. I know he helped us through it all and even warned us, but I can't shake off the idea what maybe he was involved in everything somehow. Like actively involved.Hell, for all I know, he just set up a trap for us so his father could take me and Mikh
M I K H A I LI have no body.I can’t feel anything physical. The only thing I have now is my consciousness, and even that is waning in and out of focus. One moment, everything is dull and muted, then the next, everything feels sharp. Sometimes too sharp. So sharp that it hurts, even though I have no physical form to experience that pain.I’m surrounded by an endless sea of black. Nothing in the distance, nothing up close. Just a whole lot of nothing. I want to inhale and feel the air in my lungs, but I don’t know how to do that.Slowly, memories of what happened start to come back to me.I remember having a great night with Yana. I remember waking up with her. I remember the peace in my heart knowing that I will be with her like that, safe and warm and loved, but all of that gets shattered the moment I heard Evan calling.And the call was late. They were already there.What I didn’t expect was that the whole thing would be led by Uncle Amos, who I’ve confided in and looked up to. Eve
M I K H A I LMy body freezes when I hear those words. I look at Uncle Amos, wondering if I’m hearing everything correctly. I feel like I’m in a bad dream, and everything is going downhill.The only thing I want to do right now is get away from here with Yana, to save her from all of this because she doesn’t deserve it. However, there seems to be no way out. The Lycans are all over the property, and the car is still too far away for us to access.“You can let me take over,” Kingsley says to me, and I know that he won’t let me down, but I don’t want to scare Yana. I also know that I’m outnumbered.And if Amara’s ability is also present in these Lycans, I might not stand a chance. I would definitely end up risking Yana’s life, and I would not forgive myself for that. This in itself is already tough to swallow. I can’t live with myself if something happens to her because of me and with me present.Uncle Amos stares at me, tilting his head as he tries to understand my expression. Somethin
M I K H A I LI lean back against the couch, watching Yana catch her breath as the fabric of her suit falls limply down her shoulders. Something about how the light slants against her smooth skin and lights up her eyes is making me want to pounce on her and have her screaming my name under me, but I relax, taking in her beauty.I lift my hands, touching her softly, just tracing the tips of my fingers over her skin. I can feel goosebumps forming. I can feel her shivering. I can see her pleading with her eyes, but I don’t hasten my pace.“Do you want me?” Yana whispers.“Very much, yes.” I lean in and plant an almost chaste kiss on her collarbone. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long. . . .”“Then have me. Take me.”Smiling, Yana takes both of my hands and puts them on her breasts, using the tactic of using my hands to pleasure herself again. She flicks over her nipples, gently tugging and twisting them with my fingers. She moans, closing her eyes and throwing her head back when I sta
Y A N A"What?" I blurt out, a little too loudly.Evan hisses under his breath and steps forward, clamping his hand over my mouth. "I said, we will be crashing the wedding. It's going to happen tomorrow. If we get lucky now and we don't encounter any problems, we can do it today. Understood?"I nod frantically, wishing I can ask what kind of trouble we can encounter here and what all of this means, but I know that time is precious. Besides, every second he spends here is a second too long and an obvious risk. If he gets caught here, then the mission is dead.However, I just have to ask him one question. Something that's been bothering me since he showed up."Evan?" I whisper against his hand. When he raises his eyebrows, I ask, "Why does it seem like you're working against your father?"A pause, and then he says, "That's because I am."“Do you know what happened to him?” I ask again, deciding to just screw it. I might as well just know what happened to that man. “Is he . . . a bad per