Serana POV.It has now been two weeks since Vilkas left the palace, and it has been nice. Even though my heart is in pain with each day that he isn’t here but I know that is because of the dragon scale.Everyone seems at ease, and the atmosphere in the palace is calm. We all do our jobs as usual, so it’s like nothing much has changed. The dark fae have tried to take advantage of the situation, but they were made examples of when they were killed by the wolves and vampires. I was worried that when his Majesty decides to return that he would punish them, but Wesley said he ordered us all to respect the humans. I had to scoff at that because I was not shown respect before he left. Especially by him.My secret is still safe and I know the three who know of my existence will never betray me. However, only Wesley knows I have the dragon scale. I know I can trust him with my life and he has had my back.Lara and Pascha have been seeing what else I am immune to, and it turns out I am immune t
TRIGGER WARNING, PLEASE AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!Serana POV.I turn and run from the room, down the long hallway to the door. My chest heaving and my vision blurry. The walls slowly close in around me and I feel sick.Running through the door, I keep running until I’m outside in the garden. Holding a hand over my mouth and a hand to my chest, I drop to my knees and cry. A cry of pain and devastation.I did this. It is all my fault. The death of my parent’s, the fall of humanity, everything it is all my fault. With those thoughts, I cry harder.“I’m sorry, little one.” I choke on the words of my phoenix.“Did you know?” I mumble to her as my emotions flow like a river, the same as my tears.“Yes, but I wasn’t allowed to tell you. You had to find out about this yourself. Don’t blame yourself because of the gift that was given to you.” I lift my head and look to the heavens.“A gift? A gift can be returned. This is a fucking curse. Millions died because of this. There has to be a way to g
Serana POV.Waking it is still dark, I use my phoenix eyes to see around the darkness of the room. Turning my gaze to Vilkas as he tightens his hold on me, I scoff internally at him as I remove his heavy arm from him and slip from under the quilt. How did I end up in his bed?Walking towards where my discarded clothes are, I put them on. I tiptoe to the door and I can taste freedom.“Where are you going?” Fuckity fuck, fuck, shit balls.“I have work to do, Your Majesty.” I bow my head at him when I hear him move from the bed and he stands in front of me in all his naked glory and I gulp.“Come back to bed. You can have a day off.” I roll my eyes. Why is he being nice to me? I think I preferred when he was a cunt, at least then I knew what I was dealing with.“Play nice. He saved us last night.” Bedelia reminds me.“Unfortunately, I can’t take a take off. I have chores to do. Please, Your Majesty, I don’t want to upset any of the staff.” I say, but that’s not true. If anything, since h
Serana POV.I stand rooted to the spot as I watch Joel, who I thought was my friend, looking at me with a panicked expression. Well, I’m so fucking glad I never told him who I am. The fucking traitor!“Rana, what are you doing here?” he looks behind him and I smile as I point to the cart behind me.“Was just about to start cleaning. Why? Are you hiding something? Oh my god, is it a unicorn? Let me see.” I say with a chuckle, and he gulps and looks nervous as fuck. Good, I will keep an eye on him.“A unicorn. No, it’s not. Anyway, I thought you cleaned here yesterday?” he asks as the dark fae walks in the opposite direction, and I watch them leave before I turn my gaze to him.“Oh, did I?” I roll my eyes and hit my forehead with the heel of my palm.“You’re right. I did. I’m losing my mind. All the hallways look the same.” I say with a chuckle as I turn and scowl with my back turned.“Rana, are you ok?” He steps loser to me and I stiffen.“Yeah, I’m ok. Are you?” I turn to face him and
Serana POV.Sitting in my bed. I look at the bundle wrapped in the sheet in front of me. Chewing my bottom lip, I contemplate what I may find. What if it isn’t relevant information? What if I find something I don’t want to see? I wring my hands nervously.“We won’t know until you open them. I’m right here with you. Come on Serana. We have nothing to lose.” I look up at the ceiling and take a breath.Fuck it!I pull the bundle towards me and begin to unwrap it. Where do I start?“How about we start with one of journals? Or maybe a scroll? Oh, I know we can ip dip for it.” I shake my head in disbelief at what she has just suggested. Ip dip. I chuckle as I reach for the journal on the top of the pile.Running my fingers over it gently, it opens on its own and I drop it from my hands up. What the hell? I watch as the pages turn rapidly, then stop.“Well, I guess it has a mind of its own.” Bedelia grumbles, and I roll my eyes. Reaching for my glass of water, I take a gulp as I pick up the
Vilkas POV.The time I was away, my mind kept going back to Serana. I can’t believe I nearly raped her. If Queen Marcia were here, she would have killed me for that. After all, she was the one who placed me as guardian to humanity and the protector of the Bastian royal bloodline. However, the Bastian blood line died out.“Or so we think.” I sigh as I look out of the window of the office. I know he is right, but still they are gone and I failed them.Queen Marcia tried to save me and so I will be forever grateful to her for doing what she did. What I don’t understand is how she died. A phoenix can’t be killed easily, they hold more power and magic than any other.I never met her mate, and that is my fault for not listening to her warnings about the bitch, Starci. If I did, then humanity wouldn’t have fallen and Queen Marcia and King Ronan would be alive and well, no doubt with plenty of children, and I would have loved and protected them like they were my own.My chest aches and I rub
Vilkas POV.I make my way to the West Wing and come to a door that is closed. I sniff the air and no-one has been here. I reach for the handle and stop. Do I really need to do this? This was Queen Marcia’s personal space.“We need answers, and they lie behind that door. I know it Vil. I can feel it.” With a silent breath, I push the handle down, but the door doesn’t budge. I groan as I add pressure to the handle and shove it with my shoulder. The door bursts open and the smell of dust hits me, making me sneeze.We walk in and a shiver runs through me as I move further along the hallway. I stop by a door and open it and stop in my tracks.“No, it can’t be.” I look at the little girl’s bedroom and move toward the bed. The floor creaks under my weight as I reach for the dragon plush toy on the bed and smile at it.“Queen Marcia had a daughter.” My heart aches even more as tears sting my eyes as I hug the little plush dragon to my chest at the thought that I failed them. I failed her chil
Serana POV.The pain in my chest makes it difficult to breathe. He has just claimed someone else in front of me. How? Who the fuck is she? She, she. Oh my God. That is her, the one that Joel was speaking to.The witch, Starci.“Serana, wait.” I run towards the bedroom and grab the bundle and place it in a trash bag and leave the room to head to god only knows where. I need to get away. She will kill me if she finds out who I am.“Rana, stop.” I stop in my tracks as Wesley grabs my arm and pushes me into a vacant room.“He has claimed her. She isn’t his mate. She is the witch, the storm that is coming. She is here, and she has just claimed him.” I sob as my chest hurts more as I drop to the floor in a heap. I hyperventilate as my vision tunnels when Wesley lifts me and takes the bag.“Breathe, Serana. Slow breaths. I need to get you out of here.” He runs from the room as I jiggle about in his hold. Tears leave my eyes. I didn’t fucking survive for sixteen years to be killed by some fuc