Page 157 of Kadra: The Unfeeling

“Me too.” Arianna kisses my hair and my eyes close.

“Thank you for loving me then. Now.” I wrap one arm around her waist and rest my head against her chest like I used to do when I was younger. “Thank you for being here. For letting me be part of your life after what I did to?—”

Arianna cuts me off by pulling back and holding my chin in her hand. “You did what you had to do to survive. We all did.” She says so fiercely I feel her words in my soul healing wounds that still, to this day, bleed. Wounds not even my Russian’s love could erase from my heart. Only my sisters’ love and forgiveness can. “Besides, look around.” She turned my face towards the people in my hospital room. Her husband, Sebastian Kenton leans against the window with his baby boy in his arms and his daughter is sitting quietly on the floor taking photos and typing on her pink smartphone. Then my gaze moves towards my stelina, Mila, who is sitting on her husband’s lap perfectly content while Riagan plays with one of her curls and listens to whatever the president is telling him. Lastly, my eyes fall on my husband who is sitting on the room’s chair quietly rocking our newborn baby girl while my Azariel holds onto his father’s shoulder staring at Raiza with so much love in his eyes that it brings tears to my eyes. “You went to war for all of us all on your own.” Arianna’s voice breaks, and I snap my eyes from my little family and look at her eyes. “You slayed the monster and gave us both our ’one day’ in the sun.” Tears fell from my big sister’s eyes. Once, my sister would have never allowed anyone to see her break and I don’t know if it’s the hormones from her pregnancy but lately, she’s been extra sentimental.

“See…” Our moment is interrupted by a sweet and soft voice. Mila. Arianna quickly wipes the tears from her eyes and so do I then we give our little sister our full attention. Mila takes one side of the bed and lays her full head of curls in my chest while reaching for Arianna’s hand pulling her down on the bed with us. I have both sisters on either side of me like it was always supposed to be. “Happily Ever After does exist.” She sighs happily.

“It sure does, stelina,” I reply, then kiss the top of her head.

“About damn time.” Arianna’s tone sounds icy but her eyes are anything but. Her green eyes are no longer empty. They shine with love and joy.

Mila abruptly lifts her head from my chest, startling me then blurts out. “And we all got the prince in the end!” Her big blue eyes sparkle.

Arianna laughs and I smile with my entire face as we all look at our men.

Sebastian Kenton fits the role of the prince perfectly with his charming smile and his clean-cut look. Riagan has a boyish charm that all princes have even with his rough look and all those tattoos.

And then there is mine.

Black clothes.

Black hair, gray eyes, and dark aura.

On the outside, there’s nothing boyish, charming, or clean-cut about my Russian.

A prince charming, he is not.

That’s when it dawns on me.

My sisters fell in love with the prince in their story. I, on the other hand, fell madly in love with the dragon who set the world aflame for me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because my wild dragon has a prince’s heart.

Vitali lifts his head and stares back at me as if he read my mind and felt my eyes on him. He winks at me. God, he’s so handsome.

I mouth the words ’I love you’ which makes his grin turn into a full-blown smile making my heart flip inside my chest like every time he or Azariel smiles at me.

He mouths the words back.

The world ceases to exist when he looks at me like I’m the only thing he sees but it only lasts for a second. Then my chaotic family interrupted our moment with their petty arguments.

“Let me have her,” I hear Vernon tell my husband, and even though I’m completely exhausted after almost eighteen hours of labor, I still find the strength to laugh. “Nah, man. Get in fucking line. It’s my turn to hold her,” Crow hisses quietly. The scene warms my heart, watching my men— men who are like my brothers—fuss over the tiny little miracle in my husband’s arms. Once those men had no one and were lost just like I was at some point until I found them and they found me. My lost boys are no longer lost. They’re home.

I’m home.

“How about you both fuck off?” Vitali suggests quietly not wanting to wake up our daughter, and then I watch with amazement as he gently tucks Raiza in one arm, and then with his free one he hugs Azariel closer to his body. He holds both our kids tenderly, making him look even more perfect. “Azariel and I don’t plan on giving her up so you might as well stop bitching.” He grins when Azariel nods in agreement. Every day he looks and acts more like his father and although it should scare me, it doesn’t.

Vitali is the kind of man who made the world afraid of him instead of the other way around and that’s all I hope for Azariel. I want him to make the world bend to his will for not only himself but for the people he loves.

“Fucker.” Crow mumbles before begrudgingly stepping back and giving up. We both know he’ll get his way soon enough. He always does.

“I wish you all would stop swearing around my baby,” I say, and all of them look to the bed where I’m lying, and I give them a tired smile. “Especially you.” I tease my husband and he answers me by rolling his eyes.

“Oh, please we all know this kid’s first word will be suka.” Crow does a horrible Russian accent, imitating Vitali’s deadly tone.

Mila laughs softly while I notice Arianna rolling her eyes, looking amused more than irritated.

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