KING

All Rights Reserved ©

32.

"They're two miles in. Are you ready?"

Dimitri was standing in the doorway as he watched his mate sent of her last email to the alphas around the country. As Royals, the work will never end. Even though the threat was resolved and few packs were involved, other packs should be aware of what goes on outside their pack. A description of the woman who was at Shia's side was given by the kids. A sketch was made and her image was sent out also. They simply wanted her for questioning. Dimitri was still searching for the witch who was forced to contact him and work for Shia. Faint traces of her aura have been picked up but it seems that she's pretty good at hiding.

No one couldn't blame her after everything she went through. Staying under the radar is probably the best thing to do.

"I'm ready," she answered rising from her seat.

A smile formed on his lips as she approached him. Dressed in jeans and a red blouse along with a pair of tan boots, his Lena was stunning. She took his hand and allowed him to escort her downstairs and onto the porch. She was extremely nervous. Her father texted her the result of Helen now knowing their secret and she wasn't disappointed in her reaction. What she was waiting on, is Helen's reaction to seeing her daughter in the state she was currently.

Elena took a seat in a porch chair while Dimitri stood by her side. A few minutes after, she felt the familiar tug when her father was near. The massive impact of how much she missed and needed him over the past few days instantly struck her. Rushing from the porch, she came to a stop at the curb just as the convoy came driving up.

Elias couldn't wait for the vehicle to come to a stop. He recklessly jumped out of the moving vehicle just in time to see his little girl running his way. Closing the distance, he caught her in his arms, taking in her scent. Rage whined then began to bark excitedly. Elias pulled back and held her at arm's length. Taking another whiff of her scent, he got the trace of a new one mixed into her.

"Yes?" he asked excitedly.

"Dante says it's a boy and I saw him also. You're going to be a grandpa," she confirmed. Elias pulled her into his arms once more and silently gave thanks to the goddess. His angel was all grown up now.

The overpowering presence of the king had him looking over Elena's shoulder. Dimitri came strolling towards them with a smile on his face.

"I guess congratulations are in order," Elias said bringing him in for a hug.

Dimitri chuckled lightly and accepted the fatherly hug from his father in law.

"Sorry to cut this reunion short but where is my daughter?"

The sound of Helen's angry shout made them feel guilty of their sentimental moment. Elena turned to the woman who she despised for years. It wasn't fair that she had to lose her daughter because of a mad man's plot. She deserved to hold her daughter just like her father did.

"She's currently in confinement. Would you like to rest a bit after the long drive?" Elena said approaching her. Helen stepped back in fright, eyeing everyone around her. After Elias' reveal, she has been uneasy ever since. Her mind was trying to play catch up. She didn't ask any questions, she stayed quiet the entire trip and eyed them all. It amazed her that they all were werewolves like in the movies she had seen. Nothing gave it away. They were simply humans.

"Helen. It's still me. Behind me is my fiancé Dimitri Mikael Romano," Elena said hoping to calm her.

"I don't care who your finacé is, just take me to my daughter," she stated. She held her handbag close to her body, mindful of being close to the guards around them. Elena eyed her mate and father, they gave her a nod of agreement then gestured for her to take the lead.

"Follow me."

Helen was mindful of getting close but kept up with the younger woman's purposeful strides. She surely didn't miss the murmurs of 'Your Majesty' and the bowing of their heads. She was confused. Was this some werewolf thing?

They turned to walk up the path leading to a simple single level house. On the outside, it looked very cozy to Helen if she ever wanted to live that way but on the inside, it was very sterile, more of a man's touch. White walls, dark furniture, and military equipment were the main decor. Men and female were in and out of the rooms giving Helen pleasant smiles but she kept her face expressionless and stayed clear of them. She didn't trust these people.

She didn't quite believe that her little girl was turned into one of them. At the back of her mind, she wants to say it's a trick of some sort orchestrated by Elena but something inside told her that it all of this - werewolves, hellhounds, vampires- were real.

Elena led everyone down the stairs and into the wide halls of the undergrounds cells. She heard Helen's intake of breath at the sight of the cells. To anyone, it will look intimidating, what Elena feared was Helen's upcoming reaction. Coming to the end of the hall, the isolated cell greeted them. Stepping aside, she allowed her father and step-mother to take her place before the thick, tempered glass door. Pacing the floor, restlessly, was the hellhound, who was once Rachel. Helen's frightful scream alerted the hound of their presence. It turned to Elias and Helen, growling in annoyance. Dimitri looked to his mate for the next step but she raised her hand, telling him to wait. She wanted to see if there was some sort of recognition. Elena held on to that little bit of hope that there was an inkling of Rachel still in there and not a bloodthirsty hound.

Helen fell to the ground, inching backward as the hound stalked slowly to the door. Its eyes were blood red, no sign of it changing back to the color of a human. "C'mon, Rachel," Elena muttered. Tara whimpered in support. Helen doesn't deserve to lose her only child. The hound pounced, eyes on Helen, thinking the door was open, wanting to get at its victim. Before it crashed into the door, Elena stopped it. In mid-air, one can see its sharp canines and how red its eyes were. Dimitri and Elias exchanged forlorn looks when they saw how precise the hound's form was. Tensed muscled body, agile form for an attack, this hellhound was truly primal. Rachel was truly gone.

"No. No. You're lying. That.. That thing... and why is it in the air like that? I knew this was a trick," Helen screamed.

Elena sighed.

"No Helen. It isn't a trick. Love?" she called out tiredly. Dimitri nodded and undid his mate's hold causing the hound to crash into the door. It began clawing at the door, barking, and growling, trying to get at them. He waved his hand towards the hound and immediately it fell asleep.

"I know this may be hard for you to understand but Rachel's human side has been taken over by the supernatural DNA, her kidnapper injected into her. I thought with your presence, maybe an inkling of her humanity will recognize you but I guess I was wrong." Elena didn't take her gaze off Helen. She watched closely as the woman took in each word. Pulling her legs closer to her chest, Helen stared at the now sleeping hound.

"I..I..." Helen closed her eyes to take in everything that she was told and seen. She couldn't help the cries that escaped her. The sad thing about it all, she actually felt the loss of her daughter. Seeing the hellhound stare right at her, she felt that motherly connection for just an inkling then it disappeared. She didn't want to acknowledge it but she had to.

"Daddy, can you take her to the Alpha's house and explain to her what may happen next?" Elena asked.

Elias looked over his shoulder at the hound with sad eyes before helping a now compliant Helen. Dimitri and Elena watched on as they left. Finally alone, she slumped against her mate and gave in to the sobs she was trying to keep at bay.

"We'll put off the execution for a day or two. Maybe during that time, we can find a solution," he muttered in her ear.

"Solution," she repeated lost in thought.

Dimitri paused in his soothing, his thoughts were now jumbled in his mind. One thing has been nagging at him, constantly. Dante, too have been thinking about it. He has been thinking about it since they decided to tell Helen about their true nature.

"Let's go have a talk with the doctor," he said softly before leading her out of the cells.



"We can't stay here any longer. They're looking for us."

It has been nearly two days since she felt her mate bond severe. She knew it would happen due to her vision but she thought that maybe, just maybe it won't.
His death was imminent. He went against Mother and the Royals, death was the result. Sitting in a dingy diner in a human town, miles away from everyone, she glanced at her sister. She was happy at how well she was healing. No one would have thought that she was once starved and kept in a dirty cell for months, all because of her mate's hunger for power.
"How are you feeling?" she asked her sister. The younger woman gave her a tremulous smile.
"Better. Tired from keeping the shield up. It's like he knows where I am but just back off when I struggle to get away from him."
"If he knows where we are, why doesn't he come for us?"
"I don't know, Mia. Let's just go."
Mia watched on as her sister gathered her backpack and placed some money on the table. Chelsea was her mirror image. They both had the same long dark curly hair and light brown eyes. Whereas Mia was slender and tall, Chelsea was once curvy at an average height.
Taking a deep breath, she followed her sister out to the second hand pick up truck they purchased with the funds Shia kept hidden at the safe house.
After feeling the death of her mate, the wolves who were guarding them, took off in a panic after a force surged through the land. As a witch, she, along with her sister can sense a lot of things which entailed the Moon Goddess but Chelsea was more in tune with the spirit world. The Royals took to their destined place of being above every supernatural. That meant, the king would have come searching for them.

Back on the road, Mia allowed her mind to wander. She felt guilty for standing by her mate's side as he hurt those humans and create those abominations. She tried her best to help those who weren't really under Shia's command but the others. The others were easy to manipulate.
That room.
The death room she always called it. He will use that large room to execute the failed experiments or any of his followers who angered him.
So much blood.
She was there when Shia let his loyal hounds kill his 'rejects', she witnessed how he enjoyed putting a bullet through their heads. She stood there and watch it all. That's when she knew that no amount of love she showed him or allowed through their bond will change him.
Mia was just a pawn in his little game. After all, the blood of a high priestess flowed through her and her sister was one.
"MIA!!!"
Chelsea's scream had her paying attention to the dark road and her. Her eyes widen when the headlights of the van picked up six wolves and a man in front of them. She violently stepped on the brakes, the screeching of the tires was way too loud for their ears. The smell of burning tire filled their nostrils as the van came to a stop.
No one moved.
Mia and Chelsea's hearts were beating in fear. Surely these wolves were under the King's command. He sent for them, he was done playing.
The man who was simply in loose jeans stepped forward. The wolves circled the van, idly but the women wouldn't let their guard down. Questions about their faith circled in their heads.
"Mia Franco. Chelsea Franco."
He didn't ask if it was their names, it was a simple statement.
He sniffed the air then nodded over his shoulder. The loud cracking of bones reached their ears then two loud thumps in the van's tray, shaking it slightly.
"I'm Jakobe. Royal Beta. My brother needs to urgently speak with you," the man said with a small smile. Mia and Chelsea lowered their heads in submission, their bodies slumping in defeat. They both understood that they were going to meet their faith.

Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered book publisher, offering an online community for talented authors and book lovers. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books you love the most based on crowd wisdom.