As usual, I keep the library for last, but in order for me to clean it, I need to walk past the room with the black door again. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about going in there. But as he said, curiosity killed the cat, and the last thing I want to be is dead. So I pretend not to n
Verena I’m laying curled up in bed, wondering how long I have until Alpha Niklaus waltzes in here and tells me I have to move out. I literally insulted him last night, so the last thing he’s going to want to do is to keep me here. Right? That’s what Alphas do; when you’re no longer useful, they ch
“True, and I don’t think I should,” he says as he finishes the last of his alcohol. “Ours is a professional relationship and it wouldn’t be a good look on me as Alpha to sleep with … the help.” Wow, talk about a blow to my ego. “That’s understandable and expected,” I say with a shrug of my should
Niklaus “All the bombs are planted, we’re ready to go,” These were Ares’ words over the mind link as I set Kristina’s pyre alight. I give the signal to detonate just as the first branches caught alight, knowing the poetic justice was served. Nothing about the explosion lead to me since we were
I sit and tap my pen in a staccato rhythm on the table, my thoughts already going the way I do not want them to go. It’s not my job to care for her. She doesn’t need me, and I don’t need to care for— And yet I’m already out the door and on my way to her apartment. What the hell is wrong with me? Th
Verena I open my eyes and blink a few times, my surroundings looking slightly unfamiliar. But it doesn’t take me long to realise that I’m not in my own apartment. Groaning, I sit up and look around the room feeling extremely disoriented. It’s night out and something feels…wrong; like I’m missing a
No, I am definitely not jealous. Stop it. I still have that odd missing limb feeling, and still can’t figure out why I feel so weird. Hopefully, I get some answers from him today. He’s sitting at the kitchen island when I walk inside, all suit and tie gorgeousness, and gestures to the plate opposi
Niklaus I shouldn’t have been around her last night. I was so close to fucking snapping that I probably would have dragged her into my Black Room if I could still smell her wolf’s scent. Only Verena would push an unmated Alpha on a full moon night. Now I’m sitting opposite the Rogue Omega who to
“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
VerenaThe pain is indescribable, a relentless, consuming force that grips my entire body. I’m clutching the sheets, my knuckles white, screaming as another contraction hits. Niklaus is beside me, his face etched with concern, his hands attempting to comfort me, but right now, I’m not having any of
I nod, understanding her struggle. “That’s completely valid, and I get it. Kris disappeared when you needed her. It’s not something you can just forget.”She sighs, looking down at her hands before meeting my eyes again. “I know. And I’m glad she’s doing good now, really. But you’re right, it feels
NiklausI’m perched at my desk, staring blankly at the papers strewn across it, but my mind is miles away, focused on the ticking clock and the phone beside it. The quiet of the office amplifies the occasional rustle of leaves outside, a cruel reminder of the waiting game I’m now playing. Three mon
“I didn’t teach you any dark magic because I was terrified of the implications it would have. You have Peter’s blood; my blood, and with that comes an addiction to dark magic,” she admits. “You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The pull? The lure to take things a step further? I know how it feels, darling, a
VerenaThe sun is warm on my back as I move among the tables laid out on the pack lands, the laughter of children bubbling around me like a cheerful stream. I’m arranging the final touches for the picnic we’ve promised them, smoothing a tablecloth here, straightening a plate there. The ladies of the