Deva found herself in front of the punching bag the next day violently abusing the heavy sack. Her anger and aggression coming out with each hard blow she forced. Harder and faster she hit till all her sufferings went away. The method seemed to work for a little while until she heard a sound from behind her.

"Deva you shouldn't be working out this hard." Lucian's low tone didn't alter her swinging form.

She wasn't surprised that it was Lucian who was interrupting her peace with demands.

"And you should stop telling me what to do."

"I'm only looking out for you."

Deva reluctantly stopped punching the bag and turned her head to the side to see him. "Well I didn't ask you to look after me; so maybe you should stop."

He didn't show how hurt he was by her resistance for his help. "No you didn't, but I can't stop. I care too much about you."

"You should stop and forget about me." She turned back towards the bag. "I'll only end up hurting you."

She started punching the bag again, ignoring his presence. Lucian took the hint and left the room so she could be alone with her thoughts. It was hard for him to do so, but he had no other choice. He couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do.

The fact was that she was slowly changing before his eyes. Her sweet sarcastic personality replaced with a cold hard shell that was getting emptier with each new pressure or force that was placed upon her. He knew she didn't want to stay, and, the more these bad things were happening to her, the more she lost the qualities that made her who she was before arriving to their world.

Deva finished her work out with a nice jog and couldn't believe it was already dark outside. She had spent most of her day in the gym just trying to get all the frustration out of her system.

The first thing she knew she wanted to do was take a shower to wash off all the sweat. The halls were dark and empty, and it made her wonder where everyone had gone.

Were they sleeping already? Impossible she thought.

The hall was much too quiet that it made her nervous and uneasy. Dark fears began to fill her mind. Her gentle steps were quieter than usual thanks to her discomfort, but if she hadn't, she wouldn't have heard the deep uneven breathing coming from behind her.

Something deep down inside told her it wasn't a vampire. It couldn't be because they were quiet, discrete creatures. That was when her fears intensified. She didn't want to look behind and have her nightmare come true.

Everything in her body was telling her not to look back, but she knew she had to. Slowly Deva turned her head as she picked up her pace.

Standing at the end of hall stood her deep dark fear. The hairy beast heaved through his panting, and she watched as he rocked from side to side just staring at her. Ice cold chills pinched throughout her body as she watched him begin walking towards her.

Her senses quickly shot into action, and she began to race down the hall. Her body was yelling out to her in pain from the previous work out she had just finished. The sore aches were slowly crippling her, and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. She saw the end of the hall and focused on reaching it, but was quickly pulled from the dream when her body was jerked back.

The lycan had his teeth sunk into her shirt before yanking her and throwing her into a room. Her body slammed into the far side of the wall before hitting the floor hard. She moaned in agony as the lycan predatorily stalked around her. He watched her struggle getting up, and his patience ended. The lycan lunged his massive body towards her and slammed her hard against the ground again.

She screamed and silently prayed someone would hear her. The hideous beast growled and snapped his sharp teeth towards her face. Her hands pushed him back with all her strength, but it wasn't enough. He snapped again closer this time, and as he pulled away Deva threw her hand to the side to find something to defend herself with.

The small end of a fire poker grazed her hand, and she quickly grabbed it. Without hesitation, Deva jabbed the metal poker into the beast's stomach. He hissed through his canines; his loud screeching scream was loud enough to be heard by the whole castle. That was when Deva felt its heavy body being thrown off of her.

Darius tackled the beast away from her and pinned it to the floor.

The beast was a bit bigger in mass, but Darius was very strong and quick with his movements. The lycan tried chomping at his neck, but every time Darius would push back and the lycan's sharp teeth would miss. With each new snap of his teeth, the lycan got closer and closer so Darius took the poker in its stomach and pushed it in and twisted it to cause the lycan more pain.

Deva was still a little woozy from the attack, but she got up in time to see the lycan pull back from Darius' body to yell out in freighting pain. With new found anger, the lycan quickly recovered and hastily brought down his canine teeth and bit down on Darius' neck.

Deva watched as blood poured down Darius' shoulder. Then the beast was knocked off him when Lucian crashed his body against it. With a needle containing some kind of serum to help the lycan control his beast side Lucian plunged it into the lycan's neck.

The lycan began to jerk from side to side as he bones cracked out of place. Deva had seen it all before in a dream she supposed.

She raced to Darius' side. He was still on the floor barely moving. Deva pulled his head onto her lap.

"Darius tell me what I can do."

His face was turning a whiter pale than he already was and sweat was dripping down his sculpted features.

"There's nothing to be done Deva."

She shook her head. "No." She remembered him telling her that a lycan's bite was like poison and could kill a vampire. "Darius don't. You can fight it. Please."

Darius forced his glowing blue eyes to look at her even though they were growing heavier with each second.

"Deva there is nothing to be done." His voice was slowing fading away. 

He raised his heavy hand up to cup her cheek. She didn't realize she was crying till he wiped a tear away with his thumb.

"I'm so sorry Deva for all the pain I've caused you. I never meant to hurt you."

"No! Darius please don't give up. Please."

"Shhh its okay sweetheart. Just know that you were the best part of my life Deva. I've made many mistakes in my time, but meeting you, loving you was the best thing I had ever done."

Deva leaned down, cradling his beautiful face in her hands. She couldn't say good bye, it wasn't supposed to be like this.

"I love you Deva; my heart will always belong to you."

"No, don't Darius. You can't leave me." She pressed her forehead to his. "I need you. Please, please don't go."

The tears began to freely run down her face.

He went silent, and Deva noticed his eyes closing. Her heart sank, and everything felt like it was disappearing from her. She stroked her fingers against his cheek, and his ice cold skin hit her senses. She wanted to warm him up and knew the only way how was to give him what he wanted, what he needed.

She lowered her neck closer to his face while pulling his weak head up.

"Drink Darius you're too weak, too cold."

He shook his head refusing her offer of comfort. He didn't want to hurt her, and she sensed that.

"Darius you're cold. Please drink my blood."

Her neck reached his lips, and he couldn't help what happened next. His vampire nature took over, and his teeth easily pierced her soft fragile skin. She didn't wince or pull back even though the first puncture did sting. Soon his suckling turned into a caress.

The bite grew more intense as his arms gripped her body closer to his. Somehow, her blood was giving him his strength back. He couldn't explain it, but her sweet honey tasting blood was giving him undeniable energy to replace the venom draining him.

Darius pulled away but not before placing a kiss on the spot he just feed from. His retraction left her with an empty sensation from the possibility of losing him.

He met her eyes, and she found confusion and longing within them. "Deva..."

She wanted to cry again at his healthy looking face. "You're alright." Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and he held her lovingly.

"Yes Deva I'm alright."

Darius felt Lucian's hard stare and dazed expression. He was just as baffled as Darius was to witness what had just happened. There was no cure for a lycan's bite, yet Darius was still breathing with no difficulty. Lucian was thankful his brother was still alive but the question was still lingering in the air. How?

No one survived a lycan bite.

Lucian took a deep breath and brushed his questions to the back of his mind. Now was not the time and he doubted Deva knew how she did it.

"Deva," he crouched down beside her. "Are you alright?"

Her brown eyes drifted to Darius. Knowing he wasn't dead was all the satisfaction she needed to survive the rest of the chaos.

"Yes." She rested her head on his shoulder and indulged in the warmth of his arms.

Darius was going to live, she whispered to herself.

He held her tight against his chest before lifting her up. There was no pain or weakness. Darius felt a new revival to his strange second chance.

Lucian turned his attention towards the lycan when a loud horrendous scream came from behind them. Darius and Deva turned to the sound as well and found what was supposed to be the lycan now in human form.

His mane of hair was covering most of his face but the unexplainable resemblance was still there. The sharp chisel of his jaw and the combination of defined roughness about his cheekbones were no coincidence. The uncanny similarity to the identical triplet princes was surreal to say the least.

His facial structure was the epitome of theirs.

Darius and Lucian couldn't believe their eyes. It had to be an illusion. It just wasn't possible. How could the beast look so much like them?

The lycan man struggled to detach the poker stick from the side of his stomach. Once he had achieved a firm grip he yanked it out. Blood flooded out of his flesh and he roared in agony.

The door flew open and two vampire guards came rushing in. Lucian shook his head a bit to distract himself from the man who look exactly like him and ordered the guards to take the lycan away.

"To the cell and make sure he has chains around him this time. He is not to escape and if he does it will be your heads."

"Yes your highness." The guards said before stomping over to the man on the ground. He didn't put up a fight while they dragged him away, much to their surprise.

Only seconds later the King and Queen barged in after hearing all the commotion.

"What happened here?"

"The lycan attacked Deva." Darius replied with Deva still in his arms.

"How did he even get out?" The King was outraged.

Lucian pushed back a broken chair. "We don't know but he's human now."

"What? How?"

"I was with the scientist downstairs when I sensed Darius' struggle in my mind. I grabbed the serum before I rushed over here. It worked apparently."

The King looked completely shocked. "The serum worked and the lycan?"

"The guards are taking him back to the cell now."

The King nodded. He would have much preferred to see the action himself.

The Queen hovered over Deva and examined her thoroughly. "Are you hurt dear?"

"No." Deva frowned and shuffled in Darius' arms so that he could set her on her feet.

He did, much to his disappointment.

"I was only a bit shaky. I'm fine now."

The room was filled with so much hidden tense. What exactly happened? How was Darius still alive? Yet the biggest mystery of them all was how could the lycan resemble them so well?

Darius chose to speak first. "He looked like us."

The King's brow rose. "Who?"

"The lycan, in human form he looked almost exactly like me and my brothers."

Darius noticed his mother's face fall at his sudden acclaim.

"It can't be." The Queen mumbled to herself.

"No it can't." The King quickly seized all other possibilities.

The Queen's eyes glazed over as her thoughts pulled her into another world. She went from shock to anxious in a matter of moments. It was obvious she knew something more than she lead on to believe.

Lucian grew impatient and harshly blurted out, "Tell us what you are talking about."

The King's jaw was set as stone. He wasn't going to give them any answers. It was as if it offended him to even talk about the subject.

Yet what were the odds? There were hardly any reasonable explanations for the lycan's similarities. What were the brothers insinuating?

The King's calm poise was a small indication of his controllable temper. Underneath his confident exterior there stood a man who was raging a fire of anger.

The Queen escaped her mental bubble to explain what was going on.

"Long ago before you three were born I was taken captive by a pack of lycans."

"What!" Darius roared in outrage.

Deva was still extremely surprised the Queen had never told her sons before. It wasn't exactly something you wanted to keep secret from your family. Deva had heard the story before but would have never laced a baby to it. So the lycan Alpha had impregnated the Queen of the vampires.

What a clever thing to do since his only enemy was her husband. King Asher made it his life's mission to destroy the lycans.

"I was taken because of my title. They wanted to gain power and somehow thought that by taking me it would lead them to it." Her gaze flew passed the sight of her boys as she envisioned those days. "I was tortured and beaten for the first few months but the alpha of the pack stopped when he thought I was cooperating enough."

She dropped her head, not wanting them to see her face. "Eventually as the long days passed I got pregnant by the alpha. No one has ever heard of a cross breed so I didn't even think it was possible. But I gave birth to a health boy. The alpha took my son and sent me back home. I never saw him again."

"You're lying!" Lucian shouted obviously feeling deceived.

"She is not." The King decided to interrupt. "We killed most of the lycans in our kingdom and I never thought that he would actually still be out there."

The Queen concealed her anger rather victoriously. Deva had only seen a glitch of it but she could sense the woman's fury towards her husband's lack of empathy to her long lost son.

It was any woman's nature to love their child no matter what. The Queen obviously was not brutally against the lycan who she now knew was her son.

"You said he looked exactly like you?" She curiously asked.

"So very much," Darius responded.

Deva patted his arm. She could tell he wasn't too thrilled to find out his parents were keeping secrets from him. It only brought further questions. What else were they hiding from him?

"You could practically call them quadruplets except he's a lot tanner." Deva said walking around them.

The Queen looked pleased at the thought.

"We have another brother then?" Lucian asked still enraged.

Deva felt it was the right time to slip away, walking backwards towards the open door. Deva didn't turn back to look them over again. The whole conversation had turned into a family matter. Although it was very interesting she knew it was better done in private. Deva wasn't exactly family yet. Not until she married one of the princes. 

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The reason I slit "Royal Pain" into two book was because it was over 800 pages. This book was once connected to the original just so you guys won't get confused.

I got a new book posted called "Divine Purpose" It on the external link if you want to check it out.

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