* SLAP *I fell on the floor after my father hit me. It was the first time that he raised his hand at me. His shouting resonated all through the room," YOU!! JERK!! I WILL SHOOT YOU!"He tried to snatch the gun from my so-called driver. I wanted to laugh at myself for my stupidity. I trusted the man that my father set me up. Keegan didn't pass the gun immediately. He tried to convince my father, but his deep concerned voice only raised my temper," Sir, you shouldn't act violence. She is still young and has so much to learn. Let her go!"I sneered at his concern. Only if it wasn't for him, I would have gone far away. I pushed my father to do what he wanted," Go on! DO IT! Kill me, Dad. If my mother wasn't an issue on your way, why would I?"My father's eyes darkened in rage within a nanosecond. He raised his hand again to slap me then Keegan interrupted with his words," The press has arrived, Sir. We need to give a valid reason for her missing."Suddenly Dad came back to his senses
The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of porcelain filled the small café, yet I felt detached from it all. I sat across from Daniel, the man who had come to my rescue not once, but twice. His presence was both reassuring and unsettling, a strange mix of comfort and danger that I couldn’t quite place. I wrapped my hands around the ceramic mug, the warmth seeping into my cold fingers, grounding me in this moment."Thank you, Daniel," I said, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I couldn’t meet his gaze, the intensity of his dark eyes too much to bear. "For saving me. Twice."Daniel’s expression softened, though only slightly. His sharp features remained stoic, but there was a flicker of something—concern, perhaps—in his eyes. "I did what needed to be done," he replied, his tone as calm and controlled as ever. "You don’t need to thank me."The words hung between us, heavy and unspoken truths lingering just beneath the surface. I had so much I wanted to say, questions I wanted
" Just wear it off, Stella! You can do it."Alenzo encouraged me, patting my shoulder. My last hope of resistance was gone. I thought that Alenzo would save me from ruining my image. But he rather appreciated the idea of Knox. Alenzo continued, eyeing the black swan dress," I believe that this dress is made for you, Stella. Just be natural and wear your dress with confidence."He made it clear that he couldn't go against the wish of Knox Vitalies. Alenzo needed an investor for a long time. After a year of struggle, he finally managed to bug a big check from a big company like Vitalies. I bit down my lips to stop the cursing. I hated Knox's possessive side. If he found out about our other son, I would be doomed.I finally gave up, releasing a long sigh," Okay! I will do it for the company."Alenzo gave a big smile, relief flashing across his face," Thank goodness! My best wishes to you, Stella."I cracked a weak smile. It had been years since I walked on the ramp. I was nervous as he
Chapter 47|| Alexis's POV ||The moment that son of a bitch in front of me threatened me by raising his hand, I knew this was not going to end without a fight."I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, icily. "She's not a princess. She's just a drunk girl who overpartied."The leader sneered. "Don't manipulate us, Kozlov. We know who she is. The Royal family is not as inaccessible as they imagine."I could feel Elinda twist in my arms, half-unconscious, unaware of the peril that was closing around us. My grip on her tightened."And if I don't surrender her?" I snarled.The leader's eyes glinted. "Then we take her by force."And that was when the battle began.The first man rushed at me, coming straight for my ribcage. I dodged to the left, twisting, keeping Elinda in my grasp as I led with my elbow and hammered it into his jaw. He stumbled back, but before I could floor him, another tried to bash me on the head with a metal baton.I dodged barely in time to escape the blow
Chapter 48|| Alexis's POV ||The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood as we moved toward the old warehouse.Marcus stood next to me, silent but tense, his hand curled around the grip of his knife. The others followed behind, their footsteps light on the cracked pavement.We moved with ease, like ghosts in the night.I had waited for hours. Hours of stalking, of searching, of the anger searing within me like a burning flame.They took her.And now, they would pay.Marcus breathed softly, "Guards at the door—two of them."I nodded. Amateurs.Before they could even move, my men were on them, snapping their necks in a minute.The corpses fell to the ground silently.We slid inside.The faint light flickered off the metal walls. It was damp, suffocating. And then, center of the room, sitting like royalty upon her throne of devastation, was her.Layana.She looked just as I'd remembered—razor sharp angles, eyes a piercing green, and a confidence that danced the border of madness.
Chapter 49Alexis's POVThe tension hung in the air, the same sortt that seeped deep into my bones. I was standing outside Elinda's door, hesitating for the first time in a while. Considering what had transpired today, I had expected her to lash out at me, to blame me like she often did. She hadn't. She had defended me, something she never did. And that strange feeling in my chest—it was unsettling. I needed to see her, to at least acknowledge what had happened.I breathed deeply and opened the door and entered. The room was shaded, moonlight streaming in through the balcony doors that had been left open. Elinda was standing in it, facing away from me, staring into the distance. Her hair spilled down her back, blowing gently with the breeze."Elinda," I spoke softly.She didn't respond. "What do you want, Alexis?" Her tone was icy, distant.I stood up with her, resting my hands on the railing. "I wanted to thank you.""For what?" she said, not glancing at me."For not throwing me unde
Chapter 50|| ELINDA'S POV ||I already knew I could sense the power of his gaze even before I had turned. The moment I saw the photo in his hands, my heart thumped madly against the ribcage. There I was—the one wearing a stunning black ensemble, the light of the studios providing a calming gloss to my features. The picture was one of the better ones from that shoot months ago when Alexis had ushered me into this world.But it wasn't the picture itself that sent me shivers down to my icy core. It was the look on which the man who held it looked at me—like I was some treasure he'd spent years looking for, and now that he'd found me, he was not going to let me go."This is you, isn't it?" His voice was smooth, but there was a definite bite to it. He moved closer, his hands curling around the edges of the picture. "I knew it when I saw you."I exhaled sharply, trying to keep my face neutral. "I don't know what you're talking about."His mouth curled into a self-satisfied smile. "Don't li
Chapter 51 || ALEXIS'S POV ||"How dare you go to that photoshoot?" My voice was low and threatening, full of the anger that had been simmering in me since I found out what had gone down. "Do you have any idea what kind of people could've been there? Do you even know the danger you put yourself in?"Elinda crossed her arms, her own temper flaring. "Oh, now you care about what happens to me?" she retorted. "You're okay with running around with murderers and gangsters, but I step in front of a camera and that's the ultimate sin? Give me a break, Alexis!"My jaw tightened. "It's different, and you know it. I'm born into this. I don't have a choice!""That's the biggest lie you've ever told yourself!" she cried. "You do have a choice. You could have walked away, but instead, you cling to it! You prefer this violent, risky life to anything else!"I took a step forward, towering over her. "And what do you want me to do, Elinda? Run away with my tail between my legs? Give it all up? Be weak
Chapter 71|| Elinda's POV ||The smell of fresh herbs and pine hung on through the open corridor, light footsteps padding down shiny stone. I hadn't intended to overhear, but the maids were whispering in that obvious manner, speaking out loud to be heard."He's going to choose a mate," said one of them, her tone low but with an excitement to it."From the ancestor clans, no less. The elders pushed him. It's only a matter of time now."I froze, halfway down the corridor that gave access to the east garden, fists clenched so hard that my nails cut into the palms of my hands. Something in me snapped silently—not dramatically but an obvious pain to my heart.A mate. Of course, he would. Why wouldn't he? He was Alexis Kozlov—the respected and feared Alpha Don. He had responsibilities that exceeded my understanding. I was just. A mistake. Past. Regret.I turned on my heel to leave but almost ran into someone."Elinda."It was Alberto.His voice had been different of late, not brotherly and
Chapter 70|| ALEXIS'S POV ||My grandfather's words rang in my head like a curse I couldn't ignore."He won't wake up, Alexis. He was hit with spell-coated claws. It's not physical damage—it's dark magic," she said, wiping sweat from her brow as she examined my grandfather's motionless body.I gripped my palms in my fists. My strongest human being alive grandfather lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling shallow, unusual l breaths. I could sense Elinda standing behind me. Her cologne—sweet mix of wet roses and attitude—was oddly calming through the pain growing inside me."I can help," she whispered.I didn't look at her. "No.""Elinda—"I said no. Finally, I turned. "You're Royal. You don't just bleed for commoners. You know the rules. Your blood. it's not for everyone."She stepped forward anyway, her eyes burning into mine like fire on cold metal. "I don't care about the rules.""Elinda—"I said—" I was cut off by her with a ferocity that froze the entire room, "—a life is m
Chapter 69|| ALEXIS'S POV ||As soon as Elinda got out of the car, her eyes narrowed like blades. "Tell me you didn't call those neighbors," she said, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife.I didn't respond.I couldn't. Because honestly, I had no idea that they would be gone so fast.But if I said it out loud, she would never believe me. Her trust was already on a broken—torn and ready to snap at the slightest pull.So I let the silence hang there. Let her fill it with whatever she wishes. Disappointment. Accusation. Hatred.She snorted and whirled away on her heel, mumbling something under her breath that I couldn't quite catch—but I heard the tone. She was done. At least for now. I watched her stalk into the hotel, shoulders braced, back straight. Like she was off to war.I huffed, pinching the bridge of my nose between two fingers, trying to allow the pressure building behind my eyes to bleed off. I turned to enter myself when my phone rang. I looked at the screen—Leo.
Chapter 68|| Elinda's POV ||I knew something was suspicious the moment I saw Clara pass Alberto like he was a stranger. She didn't look his way at all, didn't smile—nothing. Her cold, calm eyes zeroed in on the tall man who stood near the entrance. She approached him, her arms hugging him like she belonged there. And maybe she did.Alberto remained there, stiff, shoulders tightened, lips parted slightly as if he was about to say something… anything. But nothing escaped. I placed a gentle hand on his arm, attempting to question him."Who is she?" I whispered.His jaw tightened. "It's complicated."That was all he said. And I could tell he wasn't about to tell me—either because it was too painful or because uttering it aloud would make it so. I didn't push. Not now.The rest of the night was foggy. I remember little of the talk or the string quartet in the corner or the scent of wine drifting through the air. My head was still thinking around Clara and Alberto. When at last I was info
Chapter 67|| Alexis's POV ||The atmosphere in that hotel room was so tense that I felt it choking me. My claws stretched out under my skin, the beast inside me snarling for power as I stood face-to-face with Alaric. His presence just fueled the fire burning inside me. I wanted to wipe that look off his face.But then her voice cut through the warmth like a knife."Get out! Both of you!"Elinda.Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, her body trembling with rage—but not the trembling of weakness. No. She was done with us. Done with our fight over her. And she meant it."Elinda—" I approached her, but she pushed away."Out!" she shouted again, waving toward the door. "I said out!"There was no room for argument. I let the bitterness sit on my tongue and walked out in silence. Alaric glared at me as if he wished to murder me.He wasn't punched. Not yet. Not after what had just been done to her.I just stood outside the door like an idiot. I didn't feel like leaving her alone. My wolf did
Chapter 66Alexis's POVI held her—more closely than I ever had. Her body trembled against me, not from the cold but from something much darker, something more heavy. Elinda hadn't spoken a word since we'd left that blood-soaked warehouse. Her hands were still stained, despite my having washed them clean. The first kill always leaves a mark that water can't wash away.I kept one arm around her shoulders as I controlled my men with the other. My voice was steady, cold, calculated—giving orders I'd given a hundred times before, but each word meant something this time. "Burn everything," I told them. "No bodies, no bullets, no fucking whispers. Nobody hears what happened tonight. Nobody at all."Yes, Boss," my second-in-command, Viktor, replied as he was already getting our cleanup crew moving.Elinda flinched at the word "bodies." I drew her closer, pushing her toward the car parked beside. She moved as if she was walking through sludge-or memory. I recognized the feeling well. I had be
Chapter 65|| ELINDA'S POV ||The ride had become an eternity.I have no idea which part of me figured this wouldn't be a trap. Perhaps desperation. Perhaps guilt. Or perhaps the weak part of me that still believed that monsters—people, even—had a boundary they wouldn't cross. But I should have known better. Liam never did have a boundary. He was born to break them.The GPS beeped as I stopped. The address was hanging in front of my sight.It wasn't some hidden estate or underground bunker that I had expected. No. It was a god-awful roadside bar stuck between dying pine trees and an ancient billboard that said "Heaven's Brew"—as if heaven hadn't already borrowed it.I pulled up, took a breath, and stepped out.The smell arrived first— alcohol, filth, something dark underneath.Some men looked in my direction as I walked inside. Their eyes never blinked. One of them had a bit of blood streaked on his chin. Simply sitting like that was not anything.It wasn't a bar. This was a kill zone.
Chapter 64|| ALEXIS'S POV ||An hour ago.I stood behind the frosted glass, arms crossed, jaw clamped in place as I gazed at them through the window of this top-floor restaurant. Every nerve in my body screamed for control, but the moment Alaric made contact with her hand, I felt something deep within me awaken—possessive, animalistic, deadly.Elinda smiled, that fake,vacant smile of hers, that she would display at royal pageants and scripted press events. But her face—stiff, strained—gave away the show. She didn't like it. And he did know that. That bastard got closer to her, ran his fingers against hers like he belonged. Like he was her mate already that I stood but a couple steps away, ready to let this all go up in flames inside.I reached into my jacket pocket and flipped the button on the comm. "Marcus."His voice sprang to life, crackling on the way. "Yes, Alpha?""Get him out of there. I don't care how—just do it. Now."There was a moment's silence. Too long. I heard him brea
Chapter 63|| Alexis's POV ||I glanced down at my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen as I considered whether to answer or not. It was Alberto—my best friend, but also the one who made it painfully clear that my feelings for Elinda were a problem. I sighed and pressed the green button."Alexis," Alberto's voice cracked through the speaker, sharp and to the point. "Have you found Elinda's previous mate yet?"The words hung in the air, and I knew what he was really asking. Alberto was so desperate to find out who had hurt Elinda, and I knew why. But the guilt twisted in my belly as I prepared to lie to him."No," I said, my voice was calm even though as I seethed inside. "I haven't found out yet. She's hiding it, and she's not making it easy."There it was. The lie. The simple words that made the reality of the situation easier. Alberto had no idea that Elinda's mate was me—that it had always been me. I was not going to admit that, not to him, not to anyone."Well, you know how mu