There was no missing the slight tremor that laced Serena’s soft voice despite the brave front she attempted to project. Even now, some deeply buried part of her human psyche still recoiled at the thought of having her life's essence drained away by her inhuman husband.It wasn't that she feared Knox would hurt her - she trusted him implicitly with her life and her heart. But the very idea of being fed on, of having her blood drawn out of her body, triggered some instinct of self-preservation that she couldn't quite shake.Knox felt a rush of fierce tenderness and protective devotion for his brave, resilient other half. Even when faced with the prospect of something as daunting as offering her blood, she did not falter or allow her concern for his wellbeing to waver. Her selflessness never failed to humble him."It's too risky to do that right now," he responded in a low, calming voice meant to soothe her subtle fears. His large hand engulfed hers where it still gripped his wrist, sq
With that ominous statement, his striking features began to contort and shift in an almost hideous manner that had Serena’s instincts screaming at her to shrink back. Yet, she remained rooted in place, utterly transfixed as she watched her husband's achingly familiar visage melt and reshape itself into something else entirely.The sharp planes of his strong jaws seemed to protrude and elongate and his full lips pulled back to reveal a set of curved, wickedly elongated canines. Thick ropes of dense, obsidian fur erupted along the column of his neck and across his broad brow, framing his face in a wild mane of darkness.Serena felt her breath catch in her throat as a pair of large, pointed ears emerged from the mass of rippling black fur atop his head. His striking amber eyes were swallowed by a searing golden blaze that seemed to glow with an otherworldly inner light. The bones of his face seemed to crack and reform, reshaping themselves into a more feral structure.Serena willed he
Serena heard the muffled cacophony of angry voices as she descended the grand, sweeping staircase that dominated the entrance hall of the family estate. Her heart quickened when she recognized the deep, commanding timbre of her father's voice rising above the others. It was laced with a rare edge of irritation that immediately set her on edge.The conversation abruptly ceased when her father must have heard her approaching footsteps. The tension in the air was almost palpable. Serena paused for a moment, her hand resting lightly on the cool metal of the banister, before continuing her descent."Is everything alright?" she asked worriedly, sweeping her gaze over the gathered group.Her father quickly schooled his features into a more neutral expression. "Ah, pumpkin. Everything's fine. Just some last-minute details we were discussing."Serena wasn't convinced. She could sense the underlying tension in the room, thick enough to cut with a knife. Her eyes moved from person to person,
Killian only smiled more broadly, never one to listen to cautions or respect boundaries. "Oh, come now. No need to be shy. I've done my research, you know. Did you know that a good, vigorous tumble between the sheets is supposed to help with those nasty cramps?" He threw her an exaggerated wink. "Don't go easy on my poor brother, sis. You have every right to make the Ice Mountain service you properly during these days and keep you...satisfied."The last word was practically purred in a tone heavy with salacious suggestion, and Serena felt her blush deepen until she was certain her face was a truly spectacular shade of scarlet. "Killian!" she hissed through gritted teeth, her eyes darting towards Knox to gauge his reaction to Killian’s crude remarks.How he could say such outrageously inappropriate things with a perfectly straight face, she would never understand.“What—” Seven suddenly grabbed Killian by the arm and forcibly dragging him away before he had the time to dig his own g
The S.C.D Entertainment Starlight Gala was the event of the century that drew the crème de la crème of society to its glittering red carpet. The air was electric with anticipation as fans and paparazzi lined the velvet ropes, their excited chatter rising to a fever pitch each time a new limousine or luxury car pulled up to the entrance of the grand event center.The red carpet stretched out like a crimson river, flanked by towering topiary sculptures and twinkling fairy lights. Security personnel in neat black suits maintained a watchful presence, their earpieces buzzing with hushed communications from time to time.The arrivals started flooding the place in earnest as the golden hour drew near. A sleek silver Rolls-Royce Phantom glided to a stop, and one of the media moguls, Jasper Sinclair, emerged. His salt-and-pepper hair was perfectly coiffed and the mask required for the occasion framed his face. He adjusted his designer suit, flashing his million-dollar smile at the cameras
The final figure to emerge from the sedan was the one that really made the entire crowd absolutely erupt into disarray. It was none other than President Walter Bolting himself - the same man that the entire world had thought was dead!He looked every inch the powerful leader in an exquisitely tailored black tuxedo and had an intricate gold mask covering half of his face. Yet, it somehow only amplified his whole aura of distinguished authority. A hush fell over the crowd before the paparazzi surged forward like a tidal wave."Holy shit, it's President Bolting! I can't believe it!""But how is this even possible? Didn't he get whacked?" "President Bolting! President Bolting! Can we get a statement over here, sir?"“How are you still alive?” “We heard you were dead.” “Where do you stand now that a new President has been elected?” "Where have you been during these past weeks? Everyone believed you were dead.""What exactly is going on?"Microphones and cameras were thrust towards th
Just as the crowd was still recovering from the gorgeous pair's entrance, movement from the car caught their attention once more.Another impeccably polished male shoe touched the red carpet before a second masked man emerged from the depths of the luxury vehicle.If the first mysterious gentleman had seemed ripped straight from the pages of a storybook, this next one was like something out of a bodice-ripper romance novel cover, handcrafted by the gods themselves to bring the wildest fantasies to life.His tall, muscular frame radiated a dangerous, almost feral sort of power and masculinity. The crisp lines of his burgundy suit tailored to perfection only served to accentuate the tantalizing promise of the well-defined physique lying beneath. His strong jawline could have cut glass, and his penetrating amber eyes seemed to smoke with an intensity that could burn through even the thickest of masks."Holy...fucking...shit...!" a flustered paparazzo mumbled, struggling to keep his com
Kylie felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water down her spine the moment Knox's penetrating gaze landed on her. There was something deeply, profoundly unsettling about this man with an aura of quiet menace that sent her instincts into full-blown panic mode. She didn't know the first thing about who he was, but every fiber of her being was screaming that he was dangerous. The kind that could end your whole existence without breaking a sweat.The overwhelming sense of dread she'd experienced earlier when she saw her dead father alive and well was amplified tenfold. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing you were about to fall but unable to step back. Kylie's fight-or-flight reflexes kicked into overdrive, and she quickly decided her best play was the damsel-in-distress card. She may be an actress with a shelf full of awards, but these crocodile tears were going to need every ounce of her considerable talent."Oh no, please!" she cried out, bringing a trembl