Children of the Fallen: In Cold Blood (BOOK #2)

Chapter 9: Haunted

Grayson Spencer

That saying "be careful what you wish for," is fucking stupid. I hate that it's right.

I got everything I ever asked for. A city, a title, importance. I was happy for all of 2 minutes before that sinking empty feeling creeped in- really it was already there, it just got a whole lot worse. It's lonely even with my nobles or the packs around, they all have jobs to do besides they're not the true company I seek.

Morgan's territory is right next to mine. The number of times I've made an attempt to cross over into it is embarrassing and every time I do her nobles or guards stop me. I could kill them and keep going but given that she's declared I'm not to step foot in her territory- it wouldn't end well given how she is as a person and that she's Lucien's favorite? She'd kill all of my nobles and people out of spite then Lucien would probably repeatedly eviscerate me for the next century.

Doesn't mean I haven't tried to sneak my way in. It's just never worked.

I watch her entrancing self enter the ballroom in a long sapphire blue dress hugging her figure perfectly. She looks so beautiful and so deadly as she walks with this graceful fierce lethality to her- that anyone with half a braincell would move out of her way if she was walking in their direction. I clearly don't have any because I wish she was walking in mine just so I could not move. As long as she has hands on me I wouldn't care what she was doing. I track her with my eyes for God knows how long, I never could tear my eyes away from her but an agitating presence next to me manages to take my attention away. "Kellan. To what do I owe you invading my personal space?"

"Give it up with her-."

"My lord, do you still think you have a shot with her?"

He frowns and his eye twitches a little. "Spending time with that bitch would be a fate worse than death."

"Bitch? Very gentlemanly."

"I'm going to offer you some advice and I strongly advise that you take it."

Rolling my eyes, "I'd rather you not-."

"Forget about her and move on." He says ignoring my request, "She's a vile, sadistic cunt-."

I square off to him. "I strongly advise that you watch how you speak about her."

"Fine. I was trying to be nice but I'll get a good laugh watching her fuck up your life." He sneers before walking away from me. When one annoyance leaves another arrives.

"Kendrick." I say turning to the man who ignored me for years then denied me of my birthright. Shouldn't have expected anything less from how he treats Chloe and she's not even a lycan half-breed as he lovingly calls me.

"That's how you greet your father?"

"I don't have one of those so I wouldn't know." I shrug.

He smiles crookedly. "Do you know how hard it is, year after year to see my own flesh and blood stand with him?" He jerks his head to where Lucien is with Morgan, Samson, and one of Mila's sons.

"Kendrick, since I took over Dane's territory and have been coming to these under Lucien you have only glared at me from a far or conversed with others about how I'm a backstabbing, ungrateful, dog. So let's cut the hurting father act you suck at it. What do you want?" I know exactly what he wants... he had 14 kids in total but with Nephilim blood and unrelenting hunters he's down to Vaughn, Evie, Henry, Chloe, and me. 9 gone, all generally within the last 5 or 6 years. He had so many kids keeping such a tight leash around his people that there was rarely any disorder. Now with the lack of High Royals, inept nobles put in their place, and general numbers dwindling from hunter attacks- he's desperate. Apparently he's been trying to find women deemed worthy enough to bear his children. He's even asked Chloe to take on more responsibility but then still refuses to actually give her a territory for herself or have her co-rule with one of her remaining siblings.