Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,136
you two deserve a brief explanation before this final showdown."
"Explanation," I whispered.
"Final showdown?" Castalia whispered.
The two of them nodded and looked to Celeste. She bobbed her head while giving us a stare that held a sense of danger to it.
"There's a lot to discuss and very little time," Celeste revealed and specifically looked at me. "But do not fear, supernatural villain. You won't be enduring such a sad ending."
"Then...what are we about to do, Celeste?" I couldn't help but ask as I felt the heavy anticipation of this catastrophe.
"We're about to take down the beast." She said it like it was not a big deal.
"But..." Castalia began. "The device was destroyed. It'll activate the summoning of the beast."
"Now that is the biggest white lie of all," Celeste revealed as she looked between the two royals as if to get their permission to reveal the hidden truth.
At their nods of encouragement, Celeste gave us the biggest smile as her burning eyes of gold projected her thrilling anticipation.
"The two of you are about to be the saviors of this Universe," she whispered as her eyes narrowed while her voice lost emotion. "For the beast wasn't triggered by the breaking of the device."
"Then what's about to trigger the summoning?" I whispered.
"The killing of the host," Queen Quilzurashi declared before Celeste further grinned.
"The killing of Wilfried Cyldrirth, the host of the beast, has officially activated the summoning, and now, the two of you are about to be the supernatural saviors of this Universe. This is the moment, Queen Cassandra and Queen Castalia to take him down in his true form. The supernatural war has officially begun, and it's time for us to get the strongest aid possible in vanquishing evil: the Creator herself."
Herself...
A new truth has been revealed at the brink of death, and now our fates lie in the hands of our supernatural savior.
How do you thrive when you're an unwanted, invaluable, human female?
Simple: alter your reality by switching teams.
During the day, I'm William De Luca, the only 'son' of Roberto De Luca, the king of the NYC mafia and Alpha of the deadliest wolf pack — one this city doesn't mess with. At night, I'm Willow De Luca, cage fighter champion with a temper problem.
Regardless of which role I’m playing, I’m plagued by the inability to shift, a condition that has Papa Dearest deeming me a ‘fucking mistake.’ All the same, it’s worth enduring my double life if it means staying out of my father's business and ignoring the growing legacy that's waiting for me to claim.
Unfortunately, no matter how rich and powerful you are, the universe isn't going to grant you everything you want. In Father's case, it was having a son. In mine? Finding a mate. Without an inner wolf of my own, meeting a wolf shifter who’s connected to me is essentially impossible.
It’s a forbidden dream I'd all but given up on. Then my carefully balanced life is disrupted by the arrival of a new pack that intends to make me the target of a power play to take the De Luca territory. However, one glimpse of Dimitris, Neo, Saint, and Jayce is all it takes — I want to make them mine.
I’m willing to bet everything on a dangerous gamble, because maybe being a wealthy boy by day and lethal girl at night is the double-play I need to earn the grand prize.
Them.
Prologue: Forbidden Fruit
The strike of a blade left me gasping for breath. Rushing pain flooded through me and spread, like a prick of a thorn that carried thick poison and aimed to leave its mark throughout my entire body.
My eyes were wide with shock, while I slowly took in the realization that I'd been struck with a weapon that was invisible to my sight until now.
As I took in the black hilt of the weapon, I absorbed the details of the hand gripping it for dear life - the thick lines of tatted marks that gave away one clue of who this perpetrator was. My lingering gaze was followed with my eyes shutting close as the blade exited my body and ignited the outward flow of the dark red liquid that kept me alive.
I should have submitted, but that was a quality I'd never been one to give in to. Yet again, my body revolted at the idea that