Serana POV.“What do you think of all this, Bedelia? I don’t know what to think.” I ask her and she ruffles her feathers. I know she is anxious and pissed, just like I am. This is going to be war. A war with the fae. It is impossible. We are all going to die.“Don’t think like that. We will not die and neither will our realm. I am becoming stronger, Serana. A phoenix always becomes stronger for their hatchlings. He can try to get to it, but I will pluck his eyes from his head before removing his head from his body.” She hisses with malice.“Ok, remind me to never piss you off.” I say as I lay looking at the ceiling in the presidential suite. “Do you think Xerxes killed his father?” I ask as I think of everything Lara said.“Yes, I do. Maybe that is why the throne is corrupting him, because he isn’t pure of heart, like Lara said.” The throne belongs to Lara. Not Xerxes. That much is true. She is a light fae. Her power is pure, not tainted.“I agree with Hyperion. We need to prepare for
Serana POV.The room is silent as we consider how to retrieve the sword. Only problem is finding the one who the sword belongs to.“What I don’t understand is, if King Marius wasn’t the one the sword belonged to. How did he wield it?” Vilkas asks and I sigh as I look through the texts in front of me.The sword of Isolda is legendary. The sword was lost and so forgotten. It is meant to be given to the one who can wield it the power to destroy a god and tear a hole in time and space.“Maybe because the sword didn’t belong to him in the first place.” I say as I turn a page. For the past few days, every spare moment we are in the library, looking for answers. Lara said it is where we are not going to like. However, we were all wrong. I thought it was in the fae realm. But of course it wouldn’t be that simple.“True, but surely the actual one who can wield it can find it?” I look up at him and then groan.“If that is possible, then we need to find that person. But where do we start? It doe
Vilkas POV.“Serana, for the last time, you are not going to war.” I have sounded like a broken record for the past few days, ever since Lara summoned that sword. To say I was pissed off is a monumental understatement. I was fucking enraged. Enraged that the bitch had the sword the whole fucking time.“Vilkas, I’m going. I will not let him come for her. It ends here. For once, I just want to live in peace. I don’t want to always be fighting. I have done enough of that since I was a child. Please, let me do this.” She pleads with tears swimming in her eyes.“I’m sorry, my love.” I walk to her and hug her, holding her in my arms. “I will not allow you to go. I need you here, where it’s safe. Let me do what I’m supposed to do. Let me protect you are our hatchling, plus our people. Please, my love, I can’t fight knowing you are in danger. Let me do this.” I stroke her hair as I hold her.“I will be ok. Please Vilkas. I have as much, if not more, reason to fight him. For 21 years, I believ
Serana POV.Hearing the small snores coming from Vilkas, I move slowly to get out of bed. I look at him and look towards the door. I take a small breath in and grab a bag and throw clothes inside.“Serana, what are you doing?” Bedelia asks, and I ignore her.“I’m sorry, my love.” I whisper as I give one last look at my sleeping mate. When I move towards the balcony and jump over the railing and freefall as Bedelia shifts and we pull up and fly high into the clouds so no-one can see us.“This is a bad idea and you know it.” She hisses at me. As she tries to turn us around but I pull back.“We need to do this. We will burn the kingdom to the ground. When Vilkas gets there, it will be easier for them.” I say and she grumbles about we are all going to die. I roll my eyes at her. She clearly loves this plan and has forgotten we are fucking immortal.“Shut up and get us to that portal before the rest arrive. We will attack Xerxes and his kingdom.” She doesn’t reply as we approach the neutra
Vilkas POV.Feeling the pain in my chest, I choke as I turn my head and see Xerxes pulling the sword from Serana’s back. My eyes widen as I shout her name.I stagger to my feet, clutching my chest, and try to run towards her. Stumbling over dead bodies, I land on my knees beside her. Tears blur my vision.“No, no, you never listen. Stay awake. Come on Serana, stay awake.” I panic with shaking hands. I put my hand over her heart and she looks at me crossed eyed as she smiles, blood leaving the corner of her mouth.I hear a scream and look up and see Xerxes has Lara by the throat. Serana places a bloody hand on my face and I look down at her and she chuckles.“Have you forgotten my love? We are immortal.” I blink at her words. Seriously? I knew that, but still seeing her like this made me panic.She sits up and spits blood from her mouth. I watch as she crawls forward. When she stops, her back arches before she is thrown back, her arms out behind her and her head back. A silent scream c
Serana POV.Do you ever just lay on the grass and look at the sky? Watching the fluffy white clouds taking different shapes, birds flying free. Calm, tranquil. That is until you hear a voice, pulling you away from your relaxation.“Rana, Rana, come on.” I turn my gaze to Joel, who is approaching from the side.“Yes, Joel. Can’t you see I’m cloud watching?” I say as he gets closer, his shadow covering my face and blocking my view.“And can’t you see you can’t get up?” Damnit!“Yes, fine. I came out to just sit and thought it would be a great idea to lay down.” I say when he rolls his eyes and grabs my outstretched arm and helps me stand.It has been four months since we went to the Fae realm. At that time, my bump has just popped out and I mean literally overnight. Seriously, I’m not lying.It was funny going to bed with a barely visible bump and I woke up the next day, rolling like a turtle stuck on my back. The baby moved and now, boom bump!“How long have you been stuck? Why didn’t
Serana POV.Since my brief outburst, Vilkas has avoided me. Every time I have gone to speak to him, he walks away. He has been going out early and coming back late. I don’t know where he goes or what he does. All I know is he isn’t cheating because I would feel it if he did. Doesn’t make it better, though. Yes, I’m insecure and I know I shouldn’t be, but I am.Tonight I am currently sitting in the dark sitting room waiting for him to come home and then we will have it out. I look at the clock and see it’s three in the morning. Where is he?I have tried to link him, but he has his walls up and I can’t get through to him. What if something has happened to him? What if he is hurt? No, I would feel that too. Where the fuck is he?My eyes begin to feel heavy, but I fight it and keep looking towards the door. You better get your ass home!I lean back and bring my legs up to get comfy. I lay there looking at the ceiling and close my eyes only for a moment.I wake up to someone gently shaking
Vilkas POV.Looking around the ruins that used to be my home. I’m hit with all the memories of my dragon family. I have decided I need to restore this place. Also to give Serana her space. I know she doesn’t understand that it is my nature as a dragon and a mate to be protective.But that day I could feel the heat of her anger and I knew I needed to back off. So yeah, I have done. I have felt her trying to push the link, but I ignore it.I know she wanted to speak to me, no doubt to apologise, but I don’t need her apology. I will give her space. I haven’t told her where I’ve been going because I want to bring both her and our daughter here. My daughter will be part dragon and I want her to see our heritage.So I have been here restoring what I can.“Something is wrong.” Jaka mumbles. He has been moody ever since we flew here.“Everything is fine. It is just that you don’t like being a way from her. I’m the same Jaka, but we need to give her space. She is angry, don’t forget she is pro
Serana POV.“Will you three just stop and get ready?” I call out from the kitchen into the living room, as the twins and Cyra are all fighting. Gods have mercy.The twins are now six, and Cyra is eight. Whoever said it is easy raising hybrids is a full of shit. These three are always arguing or fighting, and it is draining.“Mom, we were just playing.” Cyra says as she walks into the kitchen with the two trouble makers behind her. They smirk at me and I glare at them.“Well, I have been calling you to get ready for the past thirty minutes. Now move your butts or you will all be late.” I say as I usher them out and wait patiently for them to finish getting ready when Wesley and Shane enter with Penny.Wesley found himself a beautiful mate. She is great with Shane and he loves her like she is his mother. At first I didn’t like the idea but then I got to know her and she makes my boys happy so I didn’t burn her to a crisp.“Hey, momma.” I say to her as she waddles closer to me. She is du
Vilkas POV.Standing on the balcony as I look down on the Dragon Realm and I can feel the tension in the air. In a few hours, both the Dragon Realm and the Phoenix Kingdom will be merged.I smile before I look down and see Cyra standing beside me as she looks at the realm beside me. She is beautiful, it hard to believe that we created her and her brothers. All three of our hatchlings are beautiful. The twins are now crawling and are always following Cyra wherever she goes. She doesn’t mind; she is brilliant with them.“Daddy, everything will be ok.” She takes my hand in her small one and I squeeze it gently as she looks up at me with her green eyes.“Yes, sweetie, everything will be ok.” I pick her up and she sits on my hip in her pretty dress and her long black hair with her fiery streaks has been left down. I place my forehead against hers and she closes her eyes.“Are you excited?” I ask her and she looks at me and bites her lip and I feel the anxiety coming off her.“Yes, and no.”
Serana POV.“Ok, ok, I’m coming.” The screaming wails of the twins echo around the room as I step out from the bathroom. I move towards their cribs and, as soon as they see me, they both stop. Pouting, I raise an eyebrow at them. Yup, these two are little players. Now they are all smiles.“Your sister used to do this. I’m not falling for it.” I coo as I lean down to pick up Aero when I move to pick up Ajax. Moving with them both in my arms towards the rocking chair, I get comfortable.Placing Aero on my shoulder and Ajax across my lap, I unbutton my top to feed them. I have given up with a bra because they are always and I mean always hungry.Vilkas even latches them on when I’m sleeping or at least trying to. However, we have the routine down. The first week or two was difficult juggling the two of them, but we got there in the end.Cyra is absolutely in love with them and is always helping with them. I know that novelty will wear off soon, though, especially when they start moving.
Serana POV.We have been back at the Phoenix Kingdom now for a few days and it’s become more difficult to move to the point I want to cry.I grunt as I move to sit up against the headboard of the bed. Vilkas has been helping Hyperion finalise the details for the pack. I smile to myself that Wesley will finally get the title he deserves. He has been there with me from the beginning and he deserves the world at his feet and so does little Shane. We have the room in the territory to accommodate more wolves and their mates if need be, so it’s a win-win.Gods, I need to move; I feel stiff and yucky. I shuffle towards the edge of the bed and brace myself to stand up. As I do, my back crunches and I sigh. So good. I waddle, holding my bump to get to the bathroom.These two are pressed against my bladder and I constantly feel the need to pee. It’s not ideal. I was contemplating just living in the bathroom at one point this week. Between toilet breaks and napping. That is all I do. Bedelia is
Serana POV.Today we are making the trip back to the Phoenix Kingdom to prepare for the birth. I can’t wait to get home. It is hard being between the two places. Besides, I need to check on something that I have been working on secretly. Only Vilkas knows about my secret plan.We decided that after the birth we would return to the Dragon Realm for a short while and travel between as we finalise the merger between both.Wesley left two days ago to prepare the nursery at the palace in my kingdom. I trust him and I know he will watch over the kingdom while I’m running back and forth between realms.So the transition will be easier for all involved when we open the borders between the realms.Vilkas is leaving his father in charge until we return. We have a week before the birth and I’m shitting myself. I spoke to Lara and Valeria at great length about what will happen. We discussed the probability of a lava birth. Similar to a water birth, but in the lava pool. So that way, our hatchling
Serana POV.Twins! Twins! I can’t believe this. Vilkas came back around and still looks pale. Neither one of us knows what to say or do. It is still a shock.“Twins!” he says as he puffs his cheeks out as he huffs. His elbows are braced on his knees as he looks at the wall in complete disbelief.“Yes, Vilkas. Twins! But hey look, it will be fine. We have so much support. Besides, you are great with Cyra and yes, we only expected one, but we have two. One more won’t make a difference. We will be fine.” Yeah, we will be fine. I’m starting to freak the fuck out.“Yeah, we will be fine.” He turns to look at me with a grimace and I sigh as I push myself to stand up.“No point in worrying about it. It has happened, so we just have to prepare extra, that’s all.” I say more to myself than to him right now. I don’t know why he is grumbling it’s not him that has to push them out.Oh gods, I’m going to be torn apart by bringing our sons into the world. I stagger and sit back down.“Well, I see y
Serana POV.The past few days since I regained the memories have been hard. It is hard to forget, but Vilkas has been true to his word and whenever I drift off into space, he brings me back and we do something that replaces the reason why I drifted in the first place.Today we have an appointment to see our son and I’m excited to see him. Vilkas has been totally different from when I was pregnant with Cyra. Ok well that is a lie, he is behind me everywhere I go and in a way it is cute. He is always kissing and touching my bump.When we told the family, yes family, that I remembered certain things they understood but didn’t press for what I remembered and for that I am grateful. The only ones who know the truth are Vilkas and Lara. After all, Lara was there when my memories came back but she has said she won’t say anything and I appreciate that about her. She understands why.I’m sure the others would too, but the fewer people who know, the better. We went for a walk yesterday in the m
Vilkas POV.I pick Serana up in my arms and run with her towards the palace. Cyra is crying, but Joel takes her and follows behind me.“What happened?” Lara asks as I enter with a limp and unconscious Serana in my arms.“She remembered Pascha and Samara. Her memories must be coming back.” Lara’s eyes widen as I place Serana on the sofa and Lara looks at me.“Everyone but Vilkas, out.” She commands and everyone leaves. She drops to her knees and chants something I watch as her hands glow light blue and white. He presses her hands on either side of Serana’s head and I look up and see the memories look jumbled when I watch as each one evaporates and Lara gasps.“What is it?” I ask and she looks at me, her eyes white.“Serana is rejecting the memories. She doesn’t want them.” How can she do that? Is that even possible?“How?” I ask and she looks at me before looking back at the memories that are fading. But not all the memories are fading, only the ones she doesn’t want to remember. I wat
Serana POV.Entering the kitchen, the chatter dies down and I begin to feel nervous as all eyes turn to us. Sensing my distress, king Vilkas squeezes my hand in reassurance and nods his head as we enter the kitchen, Cyra bouncing around as she shows everyone her hair and points at me.“My mommy did them. I love them like I love my mommy and daddy.” She nods her head, letting everyone know her true feelings, and I smile gently at her.“Serana, what would you like to eat?” A woman with blue snake-like eyes asks me and I look at Cyra, who comes closer to me and takes my hand and draws my attention to her.“Mommy, that is Nanny. Nanny is daddy’s mommy. Like you are mine. Nanny makes the best pancakes. You should try them.” Her green eyes shining and I chuckle at her and nod my head at her.“I think I will. Thank you, Cyra, my sweet little girl.” I say as I caress her cheek and she giggles before she pulls me towards the island and helps me sit down. The tension in the room is something el