Chapter 79

Third Person

“They’re nowhere to be found, ma’am,” a nearby rogue werewolf soldier alerts Bianca.

She stands on the beach, the night wind pushing her hair in every direction. She glares at the ocean, the crashing waves no longer being able to calm her anxious nerves and the anticipation that begins to bubble and fester inside of her body.

“What do you mean that they are not here? My spy told me that they were here not even a few days ago,” she turns around to look at them.

Anger is prominent in her eyes, her fists ready to claw and swipe at whoever is the next to deliver her bad news. All of the men in the nearby area begin to back away, slowly dispersing into the emptiness of the sand around her.

“Where is he?” Bianca snaps, raising her voice. “Bring him to me now!”

The soldiers disappear within the blink of an eye, rushing around the small beach town to find the spy that Bianca has placed so much of her trust into. She waits on the beach and turns her attention to the ocean.

It is a deep blue color. The clouds are a dark gray and they hang low in the sky. It is sure to rain at any given moment’s notice. Bianca knows this. She hates the rain. She has always preferred the sun.

“Ma’am,” a familiar voice comes from behind her. She turns around and narrows her gaze at the the man, storming across the sand. She grabs him by the collar and pushes him away, watching as he falls into the light tan sand beneath him.

“Where are they?!” Bianca yells.

She kicks his side. The man grunts and slowly brings himself back up to his feet. He looks at her and lets out a cough, shaking his head.

“Ma’am, they were here a few days ago. They must have left during the night—”

Bianca slaps the man once again. He does not flinch. He looks down at her and clenches his jaw.

“They moved north. The security cameras catch them taking the highway towards the Lycan border,” the man pushes the words out of his mouth.

Bianca raises her hand and pauses. She turns away and shakes her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. Bianca is agitated from having to chase Soren and Celia across the map but her determination to bring them to ruins is still burning bright inside of her chest.

The pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place. Bianca reaches back into the depths of her memories. She remembers what her mother and father had taught her as a child, all of the prominent and important locations inside of the Lycan pack’s territory.

The Duke is the one person who is fighting for Celia’s position as the missing Lycan princess. He is the only major official who is close to the Lycan king that has an influence on his decisions. The Duke is the one that will protect Celia at all costs, even if it means throwing her into the middle of the enemy’s territory.

“The Duke,” Bianca murmurs to herself. “They are with the Duke! We need to go to the border right now!”

Bianca and her men scramble across the beach, heading for their cars. She sits inside one of the cars in the passenger seat.

The hoard of cars doesn’t stop. They move throughout the night on Bianca’s command and they only come to a halt once they reach the front of the woods. They sit about three miles to the west of the Duke’s mansion. Bianca knows that the Duke won’t have as many men in the west as he does the east since it is facing the ocean.

Within a few hours, Bianca and he men have wiped out the Duke’s western patrol. She has replaced his soldiers with her own and watches the mansion from a distance.

She can clearly see Celia and Soren through the floor to ceiling windows. They move inside the home without a care in the world, completely oblivious to what lies out in the woods.

Bianca waits. She waits and waits, watching as the days tick by. She is as patient as ever, trying to find the right moment to pounce on the man she used to love and the woman who stole him away from her.

Bianca’s hatred for Celia grows. She resents the smile that the smaller woman wears across her face. She loathes the way she can listen to her laughs whenever the windows are open or when they decide to eat outside.

Bianca is jealous of the life that Celia is living. She knows that it should be her in the spot at Soren’s side. It should have been her with Soren far away from this place. They should have been on their honeymoon by now.

And maybe, just maybe, Bianca could have been pregnant with his child to secure her spot as the Luna Queen, to secure her bloodline to be mixed in with his for generations to come. It has been the one thing that she has looked forward to for the entirety of her life.

The role as the Alpha King’s Luna was promised to her as a child. Her mother fed her the promises through her fairy tales and bedtime stories. She was always told that she will be the one to unite the packs, that it is reliant upon her to bring everlasting glory to the Lycans.

Bianca was so close to completing this goal. Celia was the one that ruined it. Nobody else could have disrupted her plans quite like the poor and wolf-less girl she once met in the hospital.

Who would have thought that the poor little runt girl that Bianca hates so much is the Alpha King’s fated mate? The one who will step into the role as the Luna Queen.

Bianca watches as Soren pulls Celia into his arms. Their chests are pressed together as music from inside the mansion floats across the forest. Hatred boils inside of Bianca’s mind and body. Her blood runs hot as she watched Soren dip Celia down, their lips pressing together in a sweet and tender kiss.

Bianca reaches for the knife that is strapped at her side. It is the same one that she used to stab Celia, her first attempt at killing the bitch she hates. Her fingers curl around the hilt of the blade, finding comfort and solace in the cool metal and leather.

Just as she is about to move, to lunge forward through the forest and expose her position in the trees, she stops herself. She watches as the Lycan soldiers walk by, their guns at the ready.

She knows that this is not the right moment. Soon enough, the people hidden behind the wooden mansion will show a sign of weakness. It is bound to happen.

And when it does? Bianca will be there. She will be there in the shadows, knife at the ready, ready to pounce on her enemies and to incapacitate them, leaving them defenseless. She wants them to bend the knee to her, to beg for her forgiveness.

Will she let them? Will she find the kindness in her heart to show mercy?

No…Bianca will make them pay for what they have done.