LOGINI woke up hot.Not from the sun coming through the curtains. It was the heat of a large, muscular body pressed against my back, arms wrapped around me, hot breath on the nape of my neck.Mortyss’s tail was curled around my waist, holding me tight against him as if afraid I would disappear during the night.And he was hard. Very hard.I felt his cock pulsing against my ass, the bulbous head brushing against my bare skin. He slept naked, a habit I didn’t fully understand but never complained about. Especially not now.His mouth touched my neck. His forked tongue slid along the curve of my jugular, the bumps vibrating softly, and I let out a low moan, still dizzy with sleep.“Good morning.” He murmured against my skin, his voice hoarse and drawling.“You’re licking me.”“I am.”“It’s… ” I looked at the clock on the nightstand. “Seven in the morning.”“Seven twelve.”“It’s still early.”“It’s never too early to lick you.” He ran his tongue along my jaw, my cheek, the curve of my ear. The
The clock on the nightstand read three in the morning when I felt it.It wasn’t a sound or a smell. It was a vibration, a disturbance in the air, like ripples in a still lake. Residual power. The power Evelyn and I had released during training in the garden. Someone had sensed it. Someone had come to investigate.Hunters.I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Evelyn. She was sleeping deeply.“I’ll be right back.” I said softly. My tail emerged and tucked the blanket around her better.I put on only the gray sweatpants that were on the armchair beside the bed. There was no time for more. I left the room in silence.The mansion was dark and quiet, all the family members asleep in their rooms. I crossed the hallway barefoot, my feet making almost no sound on the cold marble. I descended the curved staircase and exited through the back door that led to the garden.The night air was cold and still. The full moon bathed Celeste’s rose bushes, and the shadows of the century-old oak stretche
“Mortyss!” Evelyn ran to me, her face pale with concern. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”“I’m… fine.” I sat up, rubbing the back of my neck. “That was excellent.”“Excellent? You were thrown against a tree!”“I was thrown against a tree by a Lilim who is learning to control her power. That is excellent.” I held her face with both hands. “You are getting stronger, Little Star. Much stronger.”“But…”“No buts.” I kissed her forehead. “Again.”“You want me to throw you against another tree?”“I want you to try.” I stood up and shook the grass from my clothes. “This time, I’m prepared.”She hesitated, then smiled. That dangerous smile I knew so well.“You asked for it.”She closed her eyes, concentrated, and the wave came again. This time, I was ready. My own violet energy rose to meet it, and the two forces collided in the air like silent thunder. The grove shook. The leaves fell like rain.And Evelyn remained standing, her golden eyes shining, the power flowing from her in constant wave
We returned to our seats in the VIP area as if nothing had happened. Mortyss was tense beside me, his jaw clenched, his eyes still slightly violet under the brown disguise. His hand would not let go of mine.In the VIP box on the other side, Celeste waved cheerfully. I waved back, the rehearsed smile on my face. Victoria raised her glass, William was focused on the competition.They didn’t know. They couldn’t know.“Are you okay?” Mortyss asked, his voice low.“I am.” I squeezed his hand. “I’m just processing.”“Processing what?”“That even at a horseback riding competition, with your family a few meters away, there are still people who want to kill me.”“They’re not people. It’s the Council.” He paused. “And they wouldn’t kill you. They want your blood. Your power. You’re too valuable to be discarded.”“That’s not comforting.”“It wasn’t meant to be.”On the track, Eleanor finished her last lap. Apollo jumped the final obstacle with impressive grace, and the crowd exploded in applause
“What are you going to do? Rip out everyone’s eyes?” I asked.“Only those who look for more than three seconds.”“That’s a potential massacre.”“It’s a screening.”I shook my head, still smiling. The horseback riding competition continued on the track. Eleanor was on her third lap, Apollo jumping the obstacles with a grace I hadn’t expected from such a large animal.Celeste, William and Victoria remained in the other VIP box, oblivious to the small jealousy drama that had unfolded on our side.“I need to go to the bathroom.” I announced, standing up.“I’ll go with you.”“Mortyss, it’s the bathroom. Five meters from here.”“Exactly. Five meters. Too far.”“Are you going to stand at the door?”“I am.”“You’re being terrible today.”“I’m being dedicated.” He stood up too, his hand finding mine. “Don’t argue. After the horse trainer, I’m not taking any chances.”“What do you think is going to happen? Another man offering me champagne in the women’s bathroom?”“I don’t know. But I’m not go
The breakfast was served in the informal dining room. A smaller, more intimate table where the family gathered when there were no guests. Celeste was radiant, serving pancakes and fresh fruit as if she were feeding an army.William read the newspaper — the paper kind, as always — and grumbled something about the stock market. Victoria had her tablet, but she set it aside occasionally to make sarcastic comments. Eleanor was already dressed in her horseback riding uniform, her blonde hair tied in a ponytail.“Evelyn, darling!” Celeste saw me enter and smiled. “Sit here, next to me. I saved the most golden pancakes for you.”“Thank you, Celeste.” Evelyn sat down, and I took the seat beside her.“And you, Christopher.” Celeste looked at me with an expression I knew well. “Did you sleep well?”“Very well, Mom.”“Good. Was your room in order?”“Perfect.”“And the sheets? Were they comfortable?”“Yes, Mom.”“And the pillow? Wasn’t it too high?”“The pillow was great.”“And…”“Celeste.” Willi
The place she chose was dark, noisy, full of beautiful people and loud music that made the floor vibrate. Colored lights blinked in a frantic rhythm, and the air smelled of sweet perfume, sweat and alcohol. It wasn’t my style — it had never been, not even when I was younger and supposedly should ha
Chapter 41 — Where Silence Remained (Sarah)The doorbell rang the next day, very early, tearing me from a restless sleep. Two uniformed men stood at the door, with a white van parked in front of the house. They wore blue coveralls with the moving company’s logo embroidered on the chest.“Mrs. Caine?
The house was silent when I entered.Not the peaceful silence of a cozy home, the kind that wraps around you like a blanket at the end of the day. It was the empty silence of a cemetery, the kind that weighs on your shoulders and makes every step echo as if the floor were hollow. Every room seemed
The night was a bottomless pit.After the door slammed, after his footsteps echoed down the hallway and disappeared, I collapsed. I didn’t cry—I sobbed, an ugly, animalistic sound that came from somewhere so deep I didn’t even know it existed. My entire body trembled, my arms clutching my own torso







