If it wasn't for the solid wall of heated flesh that Serena’s limbs collided with a split-second later, she probably would've face-planted right into the marbled club floor.
A pair of strong, muscular arms encircled her slender frame, allowing her to regain her balance and steady herself. Killian was on his feet and moving before his brain even fully processed what was happening. Every finely-honed instinct he possessed had him tensing in a cold spike of adrenaline, ready for violence as his gaze snapped towards the source of the commotion. However, he forced himself to pause and assess the situation with a calculated detachment, taking in Serena's steadying form and the lack of any immediate threat. No real danger would come to her as long as he was there watching over her with the focused intensity of a hunting predator. Serena finally steadied herself. Her chest was heaving slightly as she blinked and tried to get her bearings. Then her gaze lifted with indignant anger as she sought out the asshole who had so rudely and forcefully shoved her. "Well, well, if it isn't little Miss Serena Bolting herself!" A jeering voice, sharp and mocking, cut through the loud music a second later. Serena’s head whipped around at the all too familiar voice, then zeroing in on the sneering face attached to it. "Have you really sunk so low as to start selling yourself to any ugly man or cheating husband who'll have you now that you've lost your fortune and reputation?" the woman crowed in a singsong tone, each word dripping with venom and undisguised disdain. She slowly looked Serena up and down in an exaggerated, dismissive sweep. Serena glared at the woman for a long, drawn-out moment. Her fists clenched unconsciously at her sides, nails biting into her palms hard enough to sting as her temper flared hot. This was the same person she'd once actually considered to be a friend. Before her was none other than Brittany Montgomery, Alex’ spoiled, entitled younger sister. Of course, she should've known better than to trust or get close to any of those slimy, underhanded Montgomerys. "You've got a lot of nerve showing that fake, plastic surgery disaster of a face around here after all the shady, vindictive shit you tried to pull," Brittany continued taunting in a shrill, grating tone. She seemed to be taking a perverse sort of delight in verbally abusing Serena, like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. "Hiring hackers to dig up dirt and leak edited videos, spinning up all those made-up stories to try and paint my brother and his fiancé – your own sister as some kind of monster in the press?" She tsked loudly, shaking her head in a mocking display of disapproval. "It's not going to work you desperate, lying little whore. No one is ever going to believe your trickery and manipulative lies. Not when the whole world knows you're nothing but a cheap, shameless slut who-" The vicious slur, the blatant character assassination, finally snapped something inside Serena's mind. She felt a blinding wave of rage wash over her… an incandescent fury burning away any remaining coherent thoughts. Her body moved on pure instinct and her hand lashed out in a vicious backhand slap that caught Brittany square across her smug, sneering face before the woman could even register the movement. The flat crack of flesh on flesh seemed to reverberate through the enclosed space like a gunshot, loud enough to cut through even the pounding bass thumping from the speakers. A shocked hush fell over the nearby crowd. Dozens of bodies freeze in place as they turned to gawk at the unfolding altercation. Brittany staggered back a step with one hand pressed to her rapidly reddening cheek, crashing into the embrace of the man she was with as she gaped at Serena in utter disbelief. Her own temper was always so quick to flare. As such, it finally reached the boiling point with that denigrating slap. She screeched out a furious cry of indignant rage, raising her hand to retaliate in kind. However, the retaliatory slap never landed. Deafening gasps shattered the heavy bass rumbling through the speakers. Brittany's expression went blank for the span of a single, stunned heartbeat. Then her eyes rolled back in her head as her body seemed to almost crumple in on itself, folding bonelessly to the floor in an ungainly heap. "You little whore!" the man accompanying Britney bellowed, his face twisted into an expression of pure, unbridled rage as he watched her lifeless body crumple to the floor. Thick veins bulged on his forehead, and spittle flew from his lips as he raised his right hand, ready to slap Serena across the face with brutal force. But just as his palm began its vicious arc, a searing pain exploded in his right shoulder. "Arghh! Son of a bitch!" he howled, clutching the bleeding wound with his left hand. Redd liquid began seeping through his fingers as he whipped his head around, trying to locate the shooter. Before he could react, another poker of agony impaled his crotch. "Oh fuck! My dick! My fucking dick!" His voice cracked into a piercing scream, collapsing to the ground with both hands desperately cradling his shattered manhood. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he writhed in unimaginable torment. His bodyguards were being restrained by a few other men in black. They strained and thrashed, their bulging muscles rippling beneath their shirts as they fought to break free and save their boss's ass. Yet the tactical men had them locked down tight, using brutal submission holds to subdue them. "Stay the fuck down, dickheads!" one of the guys barked, jamming his knee into the small of a bodyguard's back with crushing force. "Unless you want matching holes in your dicks too." He punctuated the threat by pressing the muzzle of his gun against the back of the man's head. "Oh god, my balls... My fucking balls! I'm bleeding out! Somebody help me! Call the fucking ambulance!" The wounded man continued writhing on the floor, groaning and whimpering like a wounded animal. Serena stood frozen in place with widened eyes as she stared down at the unmoving form of Britney and the man shrieking in agony in a state of numb shock. She couldn't seem to process what had just happened. Her mind was utterly incapable of making sense of the scene playing out before her. Her gaze slowly tracked across the dance floor until it landed on Killian who was tucking a silent pistol in his pocket before sprinting towards her through the crowd. He didn't even break stride, just scooped her up protectively with his free arm and hustled her back towards the safety and seclusion of the VIP area. Hs expression was one of cold, businesslike efficiency. Killian had no romantic feelings for Serena whatsoever. She was his boss's wife, and he feared Knox far too much to ever cross that line or step out of bounds. His sole priority was ensuring her safety and wellbeing, no matter what brutal methods were required. "Wha...what the hell just happened?" Serena finally managed to stammer out once they were away from the chaos. She was visibly shaken, her slender frame wracked by tremors from the combined aftershocks of fury and adrenaline still coursing through her veins. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't tear her widened eyes away from the growing commotion and the prone, unmoving form out on the dance floor. "Just a little pest control," Killian replied. There was no hint of flirtation or innuendo in his words, only the same brusque practicality he applied to any other job or task in his line of work. "That mouthy little bitch had it coming for running her toxic trap and showing you that level of disrespect right to your face. Don't you worry that pretty head of yours about it for a second." With a subtle hand signal, he alerted the club's private security team to immediately handle the situation and clean up the mess before it could escalate any further. Two massive men in suits moved like a machine, sealing off the area with precision. Serena's lips parted slightly as she watched the scene unfold, the body being efficiently removed and cleaned up with a disturbing level of routine professionalism. Soon, any evidence was sanitized and the club was back running just like normal as if nothing had ever happened. One minute there was chaos and commotion, screams and panicked shoving from the crowd. The next it was like the whole violent incident had been abruptly rewound and erased from existence, covered up before it could cause any lasting stain or disruption to the club's operations. An uneasy feeling churned in the pit of her stomach as the true weight of just who and what she was dealing with truly sank in for the first time.Serena decided to continue drowning herself in alcohol, trying to forget the last couple of minutes and the fact that Britney was dead. "Sister-in-law..." Killian's gruff tone snapped her back to the present. Serena glanced over to see him eyeing her. Although her vision was blurry due to drunkenness, she saw no remorse or desire in his piercing stare - only the cool calculation of a bodyguard assessing potential threats to his principal and determining the appropriate course of action.Killian was many things: a skilled operative, an efficient killer when the brutal situation demanded it, and above all, fiercely loyal to Knox. He was no lovesick fool prone to getting swept up in misguided romantic notions. Serena was strictly off-limits in that regard. She was practically family. He viewed her as a sister-in-law to be sheltered and protected at any cost, nothing more. Killian watched the woman down one glass after another until she could barely register anything around h
Serena hovered above Knox's unconscious form lying motionless atop a large king-sized bed. Her eyes were still glowing with an eerie, otherworldly white light, like twin orbs burning from within. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Knox's muscular frame, settling her slight weight on top his chiseled, tattooed chest with her thighs clamped on either side of his powerful torso. Her slender fingers reached out, tracing featherlight patterns along the coarse stubble lining his strong, angular jawline with an almost reverent tenderness completely at odds with the strange atmosphere permeating the room.Then, with an agonizing slowness that made it seem an eternity was being stretched out in that single weighted moment, Serena leaned down until her slightly parted lips met Knox's in a searing, passionate kiss. A blinding burst of incandescent white light immediately flowed from her mouth in a raging torrent, pouring into Knox's body like a river of molten starfire.The very ai
The mocking lilt in Serena’s throaty murmur, caused an icy sliver to pierce Enzo's gut. His hands clenched into tight fists, the tendons and musculature in his arms and shoulders tensing and bulging as he visibly strained against the invisible bonds holding him immobile. It was as if every fiber of his being were straining to launch itself across that short distance and tear Serena apart with his bare hands.Only Meredith's presence at his side, her smaller hand coming to rest against the rigid plane of his heaving abdomen in a silent gesture of comfort and restraint, prevented him from likely doing just that. The soothing warmth of her touch helped anchor him, preventing the rising tide of his demonic fury from cresting and sweeping away what remained of his control.Then Serena's weird smile turned into a knowing smirk as she swept her eyes over Meredith's voluptuous figure in a very natural but obviously inappropriate and crude inspection."Well, well...I must say, you cert
Knox gritted his teeth when he couldn’t just exorcist this damn entity out of his mate’s body without hurting her in the process. Serena’s lips stretched into a mocking smile when she saw his struggle to hold himself back from hurting this mortal body. Had he truly fallen in love with her? Why did the idea of it hurt so much?"I've spent ages trying to earn your forgiveness, pleading my case and offering every repentance," she continued in a stronger voice tinged with desperation. "But you never once granted it to me, no matter how I debased myself before you. Yet you so easily forgave this...this woman, simply because she happened to be your fated mate in this pathetic reincarnation."She shook her head slowly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she held Knox's uncompromising stare."Well, the reason I've come barging so inelegantly into your lives this time is because I chose to take matters into my own hands. I want to help you both complete that mate bond, once and for all,
Knox summoned all his willpower to force his other self that had roughly shoved him outside just moments before back into submission.It was a like vicious psychic tug-of-war, leaving him feeling utterly spent and disoriented once he'd finally wrestled back dominance. His vision swam in a dizzying blur, the room seeming to tilt and spin around him in a nauseating vertigo-like sensation. He hadn't yet been able to replenish his depleted energy reserves. Enzo and Meredith were at his side in an instant, quickly moving to steady Knox as he sat upright on the bed.Serena's delicate form was cradled securely in the crook of his other arm, blissfully unaware in her deep unconscious state of the otherworldly chaos that had just violently played out. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, a strand of silken hair falling across her peaceful face."Easy there, boy," Enzo's gruff voice sounded. "Are you okay, son?" Meredith asked in a voice thick with worry, her brow crea
The sound of hurried footsteps approaching broke through her whirling thoughts. She looked up to see Marcus, her most trusted assistant, rushing towards her with naked concern etched across his features."My lady!" He skidded to a halt before her. "I felt an immense surge of mystical energy emanating from this chamber. Are you unharmed?"She waved off his worries. "I am unhurt, but we have a potential crisis on our hands."She beckoned Marcus closer with an impatient gesture, then began relaying in clipped tones everything she had witnessed regarding Knox's unexpected abilities and the implications they carried.Marcus's eyes widened incrementally until they were as large as saucers. "You cannot possibly be suggesting..." He trailed off, visibly shaken. "That he is one of the Ancient Ones?""It would certainly explain a great deal about his nature," she said with a curt nod. "Which means our entire situation has abruptly changed in ways we could never have foreseen."A cold, c
Back at the secluded villaAn oppressive sense of tension weighed heavy and suffocating as the once serene infirmary now felt like a fortress under siege. Meredith's lips were pressed into a thin, grim line while her brow furrowed deeply in contemplation and disbelief at the events that had just transpired. She had narrowly managed to subdue that mysterious witch, or whatever malevolent entity it was, that had tried spying on them. Meredith locked gazes with Knox. Her eyes were hard and steely yet filled with concern. Her lips tightened even further together as she took in Knox’s tense stance. Enzo standing nearby with his arms crossed over his broad chest, could practically feel the waves of misery and rage roiling off Meredith in scorching hot flashes. He had known her long enough to recognize that look - she was absolutely livid, but also unsettled in a way he had rarely witnessed in ages."What did you see?" Enzo asked gruffly. But Meredith didn't offer any answer.
~At another location~The night stretched before Seven like an impenetrable veil, concealing the high-security compound. His boots fell in near-silent steps on the rain-slicked pavement as he approached the huge gates before him. His fingers tightened around the grip of his suppressed pistol while his piercing gaze swept over the armed guards patrolling the perimeter, assessing their patterns and positioning like a seasoned predator chasing its prey. Their presence was but a minor obstacle, one he would neutralize with ruthless efficiency. Drawing a steadying breath into his lungs, he slipped into the darkness, cloaking the compound. He moved with a grace that rendered him all but invisible... like a wraith in the darkest of hours.The first guard never even saw him coming. One moment, he was standing at his post, shoulders squared with his gun at the ready, and the next, Seven's gloved hand was clamped over his mouth to stifle any chance of a warning cry. He gave the guar