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
Serana POV.We leave the cavern and stand outside the entrance of the volcano. My heart feels like it is going to implode. I can’t believe Pascha would do this to me, to us. What will Wesley say? Did he know? Did he betray me, too? What about their son?“We take Pascha alive. I want to speak to her. I want to know why.” I say as I watch the camp.“We move now.” Vilkas says and we move in our human form. I close my eyes and think of all the good memories I shared with Pascha and not once did I get the feeling that she would ever do this.“Serana, we have come to help.” I look at Lara and Hyperion. I snarl at him.“This ends now. Your daughter will die for what she has done. The Lycans clearly can’t be trusted.” I shove past him and follow the group down. We wait in the treeline to see if there is any movement.The speakers crackle and come to life.“Serana, step out. We can see you. Or don’t you want your daughter?” Samara laughs, and it echoes around the camp. I look towards Vilkas an
Vilkas POV.Looking at Cyra, my heart aches painfully at the state she is in. I know she will have issues adjusting to how her life should have been. We flew back, and I held both Serana and Cyra in my paw. Cyra is still clutching Serana.We are in the process of giving her a bath. Serana is in the bath with her as she soothes her.“It’s ok baby, we are not going to leave you.” I say gently as she trembles in her mother’s embrace. I look at Serana, and she looks devastated. Devastated that we couldn’t get to her sooner, I feel her guilt through the bond. She is questioning if she is a good mother.“You are a great mother. You are so patient and loving with her, Serana. Don’t doubt that.” I tell her through our link when I see little green eyes looking at me and I smile softly at her.“Mommy is the bestest.” She says and I frown.“Sweetie, how did you know what I said?” I ask her and she chuckles before she hides her face back in Serana’s chest.“I could hear you. In here.” She taps he
Serana POV.It has been two long months since we got Cyra back. She is coming along slowly, but that is all we can ask for; she is showing progress and isn’t as skittish anymore and is comfortable around other people, including Wesley and Shane. Wesley has seen Pascha, and she was mocking him. Apparently, it took everything in him to not snap her neck. According to him, she was dosing him while she was having an affair with another. I was shocked when he told me that.He started questioning Shane’s paternity, but his wolf had confirmed he was Shane’s father. Wesley has been in bad shape, but he is getting better. He told me Pascha wanted to see me. So I decided I would need to see her, so now is the time.The time I get answers. So here I am, making my way to the dungeons to get answers from Pascha. I still want to wake up and this being a horrible fucking nightmare.But I know it isn’t, this is my reality. Three years of not having my daughter with me, not seeing her grow and change.
Serana POV.Walking through the quiet hallways of the palace, the place I call home. I still can’t wrap my head around what Pascha said. That she did all this because of jealousy. I suppose you never truly know someone.Did I ever rub the fact I am who I am in her face? Did I ever deprive her of anything since the beginning? Am I such a bad person for this to be happening to me?I thought I knew the answers to those questions, now I’m not so sure. I make my way to the kitchen and turn the light on. Moving to the coffee machine, I get to work on making a coffee. I place my forehead on the cupboard and sigh, closing my eyes.“It was never you, Rana. You were always so good to her. She is ungrateful and doesn’t deserve a friend like you. She is getting what she deserves.” Bedelia says, and I shake my head.“It didn’t need to be this way. If only she came to me and told me how she truly felt, we could have spoken about it. She didn’t need to side with our enemies and kidnap Cyra.” I say a
Serana POV.“Cyra, come back here.” I laugh as I chase my daughter around her room with a pair of jeans in my hands. She squeals as I grab her up in my arms and blow raspberries on her belly. She kicks and screams, trying to push my face away.“Mommy, stop! I’m gunna pee.” I stop and we are both giggling as I sit on her bed and quickly put the pants on her. Kissing her on her head as she runs away towards Vilkas, who has just entered the room in a suit with a smile on his face, watching us playing.“Daddy, save me. Mommy tickled me and I nearly pee’d my pants.” I look horrified with my hand on my chest as I chuckle. Vilkas chuckles as he scoops her up in his arms.“Oh, did she now? Well then, I think we need to avenge you, don’t you?” they both look at me, their green eyes glow and I stand up looking for a way out. I look at the balcony.“Catch me if you can.” I say in a challenge, raising my eyebrows playfully as I turn and run for the balcony. When I’m about to leap, I’m grabbed fro
Serana POV.“The prisoners known as Samara and Pascha have been charged with kidnap and conspiracy to commit murder and genocide. How do you both plead?” I am emotionless, no feeling, nothing as I stare at the two women standing before me.They both don’t even look apologetic about what they have done. Am I surprised though? No, however, it still hurts that Pascha feels nothing about what she has done to me, my family, and hers. She is not someone I recognise anymore, so this will be easier to do when they are both found guilty of their crimes.“What’s the point in all this? You all know we did it and given the chance we would do it again, so get on with it and stop wasting our time.” Samara spits and I just shake my head at her words. Ungrateful bitch. So much like her mother only difference her mother was more cunning.Low growls murmur around the throne room from the people present. I stay stoic and keep looking forward, not showing how much this is hurting me from the person I cal
Serana POV.“My love, you’re bleeding.” Vilkas is checking me over as I lay on the podium behind the broken throne a few feet away from Samara’s dead Lycan form.“I’m healed. I’m fine.” I say as I look away as I see Pascha being led back out, her shoulders slumped. She seems defeated. I turn my head and look up at Vilkas and burst into tears.“Shhh, it will be ok.” I let him pick me up and place me on his lap. He strokes my hair as I shake my head as all the memories continue in my head.“I can’t do this. I can’t do this, Vilkas.” I start to hyperventilate as he clutches me to his chest and whispers words of comfort, telling me to breathe.“I know baby, you don’t have to do it. I will carry out her sentence.” I shake my head no.“It has to be me. I need to do this.” I whisper as I bite my bottom lip to stop it from trembling further. I have to be the one to stop it. Only then can we all move on with our lives and everyone could be safe.“Serana, I will do it. You don’t need to do this
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