Roman's POV: "What?" Garren exclaimed. "If... if it's a joke, Roman, then it's not funny," Roxanne stammered in a low tone as she forced a smile on her face. "What are you saying?" Garren asked furiously. I ignored his words and looked at my beautiful mate seriously, taking her hand in mine. Was there a way I could tell her the truth and not hurt her? No. She had to know. "I wish it could be a lie or a joke, but it's not. You should know by now that I never joke in such situations," I said as she froze and stared at me blankly. "Roman!" Garren screamed in warning as he tried to take over, but I couldn't let him. I smirked when she pulled out her hand and took a step to look at me carefully. "Garren knows nothing about this, and I chose to keep it that way. If there was a way to say sorry a thousand times to you after my death, I would, but sadly there isn't," I said softly. Garren was in shock and he couldn't speak a word, while she stood staring at me with tears swelling in

Ian's POV: "It looks like I'll always be in the damn office," I complained. "My love," Amelia whispered softly. I looked at her seriously, then shifted my gaze to Roman and Astrid, who were sitting on the couch, looking at us. "Little one, won't you let your parents rest for a little while?" I asked seriously. Since coming back from the coven, Amelia and I couldn't have sex because we were usually entertaining some pack members or having unnecessary meetings in my office. "No, father, there is something important I want to tell you," she answered. "That's good because there is something that your father and I want to tell you too," Amelia said. "Okay, you can go first,If that's okay with both of you," Astrid asked. "Yes," Amelia answered. "Alright, so Roman, I want to know what your plans are. You betrayed us on that side. My pack and I can't seem to fully welcome you," I said as Astrid smiled. "Father...." He raised his hand, stopping her. He stood up, looking at us cold

Roxanne's POV: "Home sweet home," Roman said happily when we got out of the car. Thelma came rushing over with a concerned expression on her face. "Master," she greeted with a bow. "Thelma, make sure Jersey has her own room and see to it that she has everything she wants. She's a very important guest," he ordered. She bowed again, then looked at me coldly before turning and going back into the castle with Jersey behind her. "How do you feel being back at the castle?" he asked. "I feel happy," I answered honestly, then walked in with him. As I went upstairs, memories of my time here played in my mind. Although I was kidnapped, I was very happy. "It's good to be home," I whispered. "Really?" he asked. "Of course, although it seems Thelma isn't too pleased to see me," I answered in a low tone immediately as I walked into the bedroom. When he didn't respond, I turned only to find him in front of me, looking down at me. "What?" I asked in a low tone as my gaze went to his lip

Thelma's POV: "Is it done?" Master Roman asked in his office, while looking at a file in his hand. His hair was let down, and he was wearing a light blue shirt and black trousers. A few front buttons were undone, and he looked very happy and calm. "Yes, master. I have written a letter to each house of the late coven elders. I'm sure their heirs will respond in no time," I answered. "Of course they will. If they don't, I will kill them," he said, then looked up and met my eyes. "How is everything going?" he asked seriously. "A few vampires have begun meeting in secret. They are planning to ambush human territory and take over known organizations by force, while the others live in fear of what you may do next," I answered. "Well then, it's decided. I'll pay them a visit tonight," he said, then stood up. "Jersey, how is she?" he asked, as I frowned. Master Garren and I were very close, but when it came to Master Roman, I felt so distant from him, and we rarely talked about anyth

Garren's POV: I looked at my bloody hands, then at the small group trembling in front of me. A few dead bodies lay next to them, and the guards stood at the far end, avoiding my gaze. It wasn't my intention to take it this far, but they pushed me to do it. The letter they received was a clear call and warning. Some came willingly, while others played stubborn. I had to go into their mansion and personally retrieve them, or at least their dead bodies, to set an example. As news spread, they all came in fear, and the guards knew better than to try and stand against me. Having witnessed the downfall of the coven, they were well aware of what Roman could do. "I'm sure you all know why I called you here," I said lazily, then crossed my legs on the golden chair. "No...we have no idea," a female answered in a low, cracked voice. "All of you here are the remaining heirs of each powerful vampire bloodline. Everyone has dreams now that the coven is no more, and most of you want to play go