Y A N AFor what seemed like forever, neither Mikhail nor I manage to utter a single word. We just stare at each other, but eventually I have to look away because I can’t stand seeing the pain in his eyes.I want to take it back.The exact statement I said about us breaking up . . . I want to take it back. I want to take back time and never say it, even though I know it’s necessary for him to keep a decent relationship with his parents and his birthright, which is the company.I know that he worked hard for everything, but he could lose it all if he chose to stay with me.So I made that choice for him.It might be cruel. It might just be the stupidest thing I ever did and I might just live to regret this for the rest of my life, but in the end I would know that I did it for him.But at the same time, that doesn’t mean my heart is not being ripped into pieces right now.“Why?” Mikhail asks, and this one simple word is enough to bring out a tear from me.“Because it’s not right.” I forc
M I K H A I LEven though I come from a pretty privileged background, I can say confidently that I have handled a lot of pain in my life. From disappointment to rejection to pure heartbreak from things that didn’t work, I felt it all.But nothing compares to the absolute devastation that I’ve felt for the past two days since the night I left the hospital.I don’t even remember how I got out of there. Everything felt so strange and so numb that my brain must have put me on autopilot. The next days weren’t any better. I just floated around and did what I was supposed to do, but it felt like there was a giant gaping hole in my chest that will never get filled.I continue like this until Evan finally noticed.“What’s happening?” he asked the day after. “Because I assure you, Yana is safe and Brody is . . . well, gone. And Sarah is doing pretty well--”“Yana and I broke up,” I told him.He frowned at me. “But I thought. . . .”He didn’t continue after that. But that afternoon, Vivienne cam
M I K H A I L“You’re not fit to be the Lycan King, Mikhail Sartori. So now I have to kill you.”The words that come out of the girl's mouth are enough to disorient me. For a whole moment my mind goes blank, trying to figure out where the hell that came from and why this is happening to me.I open my mouth to ask her who the fuck she thinks she is and what she’s yapping about, but then I peer closely at her face and see who she is. I realize then that I do know her.It’s Amara from the Finance office of my company.I remember that she’s the one who handled the papers of the report that contained the photos of me shifting in the alley to save Yana.Does this mean that she really had something to do with it even though we found nothing on her?As though reading my mind, she sneers. “That’s right. You do fucking know me. And I know you, and I can say that you don’t deserve to lead or do anything for my people.”She cocks the gun, and this time I can see her about to pull the trigger. How
Y A N AMy heart broke when Mikhail says those words, even though they’re just on TV. Instantly, my consciousness starts to wander and I find myself tuning him out along with everything else around me.“What happened?” the host asks. “Just a while ago you were here talking about her.”I can see the hesitation in his eyes, but he glances at the audience and it vanishes, probably because he saw one of his staff there. Most likely Vivienne. He looks at the host and says in a slow, deliberate tone, “It was amicable, is all I can say. There’s been no drama or bad blood between us. I just sincerely think that our relationship has run its course.”The host nods. “And how are you coping?”“I’m coping as well as I possibly can,” he says shortly, then he gives a brief laugh. “Your show has taken a serious tone, huh? I thought you invited me over to be laughed at.”“Oh, don’t worry, they’re still laughing at you,” the host assures him playfully and the crowd erupts in cheers, a sound that feels
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
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