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.Walking out of the volcano, I look down at our beautiful baby girl. Vilkas and I need to have a conversation about his whereabouts. I know he feels guilty that he wasn’t here. I can feel it through our bond. Yet, I push it away. I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed that he would run away when the issue could have been dealt with, yet he ran.“Serana.” I look over my shoulder and see the three of them standing not far behind me.“Yes.” I reply, looking at Vilkas, who looks nervous as he bites his bottom lip.“I’m sorry. I should have been here.” I sigh and fully turn and walk towards him.“We will talk about this when we arrive home. That is, as long as you don’t run away. I think there is more to what is going on than you are telling me. Let’s get her home first.” I say and he nods his head. I look at Lara and Hyperion and they both smile softly at me.I look down at our sleeping daughter and bring her closer to me as I run the tip of my nose gently across her cheek, breat
Vilkas POV.Here goes.“Wait, you are a king?” Serana asks me as she fully turns to face me. I nod my head and she looks shocked, her mouth open as she blinks.“Yes, I gave it all up when I followed Starci. I thought I was in love with her and her with me, but we know how that went.” I say with a nervous chuckle as I look at her, but she doesn’t say anything. She just nods in understanding.“The Phoenix Kingdom and the Dragon Realm have been allies since the dawn of time. That is how I knew your mother. Marcia was my best friend growing up. Our families would travel between the realms to spend time together. When I was still a prince. I made a vow to your mother that I would protect humanity as a guardian to this realm and to also protect the Bastian Royal Bloodline. Your father took your mother’s surname when they mated and married. Or so I believe.” I tell her and she chews the inside of her mouth.“I should have told you sooner and I apologise for that. I was ashamed of what I did.
Serana POV.The last six months have gone by in a blur of insomnia and caffeine. It doesn’t help that Cyra will only sleep on Vilkas’s chest and now he has made a rod for his own back.The shrill cry of my daughter pulls me out of the shower. Poor little thing is teething, so yes, sleep has not been happening as of late.You would think with so many hands to help, it would be easier, but it isn’t. In fact, it is harder to set routines, as everyone wants to be next to her at some point.“Ok, ok. Come on, baby, are those toothy pegs hurting you? No, oh I know what you are doing, missy, screaming the room down because you have been put down.” I bend down to scoop her up from her crib. Her face is red as she screams. However, there are no tears, no this is temper. Temper that she has been put down for all of thirty minutes so I can shower and get ready.I swear to Rhiannon, Vilkas is going to pay. I fucking warned him this would happen and now I feel like the bad guy because I have give i
Serana POV.“Kill them. They will die in the fire.” Bedelia hisses in my head and I know my eyes are completely orange now.“What happened?” Joel shouts as he and Wesley come running outside. Vilkas has held onto me, holding me up so I don’t fall.“She was taken. I was too late.” I say, my voice quivering as I try to rein in the unbridled rage and heartbreak. That my daughter was so close, yet I couldn’t save her. I failed her.“Whoever it was is bleeding.” I look at Joel, and his red eyes are glowing as he sniffs the air.“Find whoever it is.” I say to him, and he nods, running like lightning back into the palace.“We will get her back.” Vilkas says, with tears streaming down his face. I hug him and hold him close. I feel the rage build higher. But I can’t blame him. It is on me. If I had just slept in our bedroom, I would have been able to stop whoever it was.I don’t respond. I pull out of his hold and he looks at me with confusion, but I turn and run back to the palace. Heading to
Serana POV.It has been three years since Cyra was kidnapped by the bitch called Samara. Starci and Hyperion’s secret child. Hyperion told me that Samara is a few years older than me. He was tricked by Starci and she became pregnant from their one night together. The next day, he found his fated mate. He kept Samara hidden because of what Starci had done. He loves his daughter, so he thought it was for the best. The road to destruction is paved with good intentions.When Starci had Samara, he took her from her because Starci didn’t want her. Shortly after that, she attacked humanity. He was left raising their child with his mate, who had given birth to a son. Samara never wanted for anything. She had the love of both him and his luna, who she called mom. She had no idea Starci even existed. So the question remains, why now?The pull from Cyra always leads to dead ends, but I know she is alive, otherwise I would feel it. Is she being looked after? She is being treated well? Is she warm
Serana POV.My heart is slamming violently against my ribcage because I know this is a trap. Every time we have gotten close to them, they disappear. Samara is playing with us. I will kill her and whoever is following her. I would do anything to get Cyra home.Three years, three god damn fucking years of searching, not just our kingdom but all the other realms. It has been exhausting and heartbreaking at the same time. Every time we get close enough, they just disappear.This has put a tremendous strain on not only my relationship with Vilkas, who’s guilt overshadows everything else. It has also put Hyperion’s and Lara’s relationship on the thin line. I understand why she is pissed because he never told her he had a child with that traitorous bitch. This could have been avoided if we knew and were able to monitor her movements, but there is no point in the shoulda, woulda, coulda’s. It happened and Vilkas and I have missed out on so much and we only crave to have her home, safe, and s