Captive: Hopeless

Chapter 31 - Slaughter

When they reached home after the reception, that pre-dawn darkness and silence had already set in, and it was too late to go to bed and too early to get up. They were all both tired and too wired to sleep. As if by some unspoken agreement, they migrated toward the living room instead of their bedrooms.

Kay would live with Darius and the pack until Marcus and Claudia returned from their honeymoon.

She slipped off her high heels just as the doorbell rang, and they glanced at each other. No one had used the gate intercom to ask permission to enter.

How the hell was someone ringing the doorbell?

Before anyone could move, the door burst violently open. Adrenaline coursed through her veins in an instant, and she readied herself for a fight.

Where were the guards?

A short, wiry man stepped into the room, dragged a guard by the arm like a broken toy, and dropped the dead werewolf a few feet beyond the threshold.

Dressed in an expensive black suit and handmade Italian loafers, he was less than half the size of the bulky Lycanthrope and didn't even have a hair out of place. His gaze settled on them, those orbs like the icy depths of hell itself, cold, dark, and lacking both pity or compassion.

***

Kay expected Azera or Thane to appear behind him. Instead, a tall, red-haired, blue-eyed woman appeared who seemed to be the epitome of perfection, and she was dressed to kill in a sheer ice-blue sheath that left even less to the imagination than her dress.

That glare could make a statue cringe, and mocking disdain dripped from her every glance and gesture.

"Megan, please do come in," Adrain drawled sarcastically.

Kay glanced at her alpha female in shock. She was astounded at the profound hatred and animosity Adrian displayed.

"My father sends his regards," Megan taunted, eyes sparkling with malice.

Was this woman as evil as Azera or worse?

Adrian stiffened, and Darius growled low in his throat.

"Does Carduran use his little girl as a messenger now?" Darcy needled.

Megan glanced at her, undeniably and blatantly, dismissing the werewolf as irrelevant, and did not answer her.

Darcy's mouth snapped shut, her eyes radiating resentment.

"You interfered in matters that do not concern you, and I will warn you once, do not involve yourselves with Thane and his..." Megan's eyes moved toward Kay, and the venom in them startled her, "spawn. Be wise, and maybe when this is all over, we will refrain from wiping every last one of you infernal beasts from this earth," she smirked, her incisors glinting sharply in the glittering lights of the front hall.

Megan was a vampire?

"Tell Marcus he has crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed by refusing my father's offer. When we take our rightful place, he and his bloodline will die, and we will not even spare the children," Megan glared at Darius, who stood with his fists balled, barely holding on to his control.

***

Many intruders were outside that door, and to attack Megan under the circumstances would be foolish.

"We are far superior to you," Megan stared Darius down, casually indicating his dead guard as evidence.

"The time of Thane, and whatever you choose to call them, Incubus, Succubus, or Alien, is over. Like you, he has no idea what he is up against. Choose wisely, or I will make sure your end is excruciating, lingering, and humiliating." The woman almost salivated at the thought.