Serana POV.“They are here.” Lara says to me and I smirk as I stand and walk through the palace towards the front door. Hearing roars and screams as I walk through the door.The pounding of feet on the ground and growls coming from the werewolves, Lycans, and vampires that march forward in formation. I hold my head that little bit higher as I look out over the crowd of dragons as they look on in curiosity and some holding fear and panic.“Some of these dragons only want peace.” Lara says to me from the side as Vilkas and his parents stand on the other side of me.“Majesty, we are here at your command,” Wesley says as he bows to me and the troops all follow his lead. I nod at him. When a commotion is heard coming from the dragons.“Move aside, out of our way.” I look at the elders as they push their way through the crowds to stand at the bottom of the palace steps.“What is the meaning of this? We demand an answer at once.” I smile at him. This old fool will pay for this treachery.“I’
Vilkas POV.The feelings coming from Serana make me choke; she is breaking all over again. I move closer to her as she sobs, clutching her chest.“It’s ok, I’m here.” I try to hold her, but she looks at me with hurt and betrayal in her eyes, even hate burning in her fiery eyes. It stops me dead in my tracks. She struggles to get up and I reach for her, but she moves away from me.“Serana, baby, let me help you.” I try to soothe her, but she flinches away from me. What happened? She was fine. Now she looks broken. Why?“I’m fine. I don’t need you to come closer to me,” she says as she stands as Lara comes closer to her and I see the worry on Lara’s face. Even Serana moves away from her. No, she is not doing this.“She is going to run away.” Jaka says and I move towards her when she backs away from me. The look in her eyes breaks me. She is scared and confused.“Serana, I won’t hurt you.” I say to her when she shudders in fear. Her fear perfumes the air as she looks at me like a wounded
Serana POV.“You Lycan whore.” I’m trapped as I watch everything. I relive everything he did to me. I watch as he takes me roughly on his bed back in the palace. I shake my head as I scream in pain at what I’m watching.I can’t move. I’m rooted to my spot as I watch everything unfold. I sink to the floor and rock back and forth to soothe myself. I can’t even look away or close my eyes. It is like I’m being forced to watch this all over again.I claw at my face as I scream out. When I feel it, pain. Being thrown down the stairs and dragged mercilessly into the kitchen and my head thrown into the sink full of water. My lungs burn as I watch this.“It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.” I clutch my head as I rock. When I scream again. I watch him mark Starci and I choke as I gasp for breath.“Serana, fight it.” A voice sounds so distance. I feel my insides being torn apart. My head feels like it will explode. I pull at my hair.The images change and morph, and I feel sick. I vomit
Vilkas POV.I blink in shock, my mouth open. What does she mean? Who am I? I look at Lara and her eyes are wide as she looks from Serana to me and back again.“Serana, I am your mate. Vilkas.” I tell her gently as she looks down at the quilt cover with her eyebrows furrowed. She shakes her head and mumbles something under her breath.“No, you’re not my mate.” She rips the quilt away and looks down and gasps as her belly. Her chest heaves as she hyperventilates. Her hands shake as she touches it, tears in her eyes as she looks at me. Her eyes flash with several emotions.“Serana, calm down and breathe. Like this.” I say to her, but she is just shaking her head.“No, no, no, no, no, this is not happening. This is not possible. I don’t know you.” Lara moves to her and takes her hand in hers to help calm her down. When she moves her hand away and balls her fists.“Leave.” I look at my mate. Her eyes are wide and scared. I step back with my hands up. My heart breaking that my mate and moth
Serana POV.I wake up again and look around the room. This is not happening.“Serana, stay calm. I will explain what I know.” That voice in my head, I know that voice. But how?“I know your voice. For some reason, I know you won’t lie to me. I think I trust you.” I say, and she chuckles.“Well, I would hope so. I have been with you for a very long time. My name is Bedelia and I am your phoenix. You are Queen Serana Bastien. Your mother was Queen Marcia Bastien and your father was King Ronan Bastien, both of the Phoenix Kingdom.” I blink rapidly as I look at the wall. What?“No, that can’t be right. I’m a human, aren’t I?” I ask in complete bafflement.“No silly, you are a phoenix. You also have a daughter called Cyra, and we are expecting a son. Your mate is King Vilkas of the Dragon Realm.” Again, what?“I know this is a lot to take in and I won’t push you to believe me. Know this, I would never lie to you. You can trust me,” she says, and I gulp down the knot in my dry throat.“Why
Vilkas POV.Serana blinks at what I have just told her. That it was, in fact, six years since she was in the camp.“Six years? Six years!” she looks at me as she tries to process what I have just told her. I go to reach for her, but she snatches her hand away from my reach.“Yes, I’m sorry, baby. Six years, that is how long it has been since you were in the camp.” She visibly gulps and closes her eyes and begins to shake her head, breathing in and taking calming breaths.“Bedelia is telling me to trust you. The past six years I have no memory of. So tell me Vilkas, is it? Why do you think I can’t remember it?” she asks as she looks up at me and I look away.“I see. It must be because those six years haven’t been something I would want to remember, right? I mean, that can be the logical explanation for it all.” She says and I look back at her and see she is looking away from me. Her emotions are on display, and she looks hurt and confused.“Serana, I won’t lie to you. You have suffered
Serana POV.Watching the little sleeping face of my daughter, I feel a pain in my heart that one I forgot about her and two that I thought my son was a monster. This situation is a messed up one, but as I watch her sleep in the protection of my arms, I know I love her and my son in my belly. It has been a couple of weeks since I woke up not remembering anything.But the moment her hybrid crashed into the room, I instantly knew who it was. The bond shared between a mother and her child is stronger than any other. I’m disgusted with myself to consider that any child with king Vilkas would be a monster that I even had those thoughts to begin with. If anyone is the monster, it is me. The children are innocent and always will be.“Serana, I can feel the love we have for her and our son. I know that we will possibly never get our memories back, so what are we going to do?” Bedelia asks, as she watches our daughter through my eyes.“I don’t know, Bedelia. He removed our memories to protect u
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