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
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.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