Fated Love: A Vampire Paranormal Romance Novel (The Twisted Destiny Saga Book 4) by Franca Storm Page B

created by Ryan—and approach the rear of the castle and infiltrate the dungeons to recover the second orb.
    Ryan watched his bitch of a mother lower her palms and regard him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. She ordered her vampire guards to pull back and return to her. And then she sauntered down the castle steps towards the bridge.
    They met in the middle and she shook her head at him disapprovingly.
    “Sacrificing yourself for your wolves? Foolish, my son.”
    “I’m not your son.”
    She smiled maliciously. “That will make this easier then.”
    She snapped her fingers and chains encircled him, binding his arms behind his back. He roared as they burned through his clothes and flesh alike. Fucking silver. And not plated, either. Pure silver. Unlike last time he’d been bound in silver, it didn’t weaken him as much. It didn’t force him to his knees. It just burned the shit out of him.
    “Ryan!” Damon bellowed.
    “Damon!” Ryan called over his shoulder. “Now!” He narrowed his eyes at his mother and growled, “Let them leave freely and I will come with you without a fight.”
    She scoffed. “A fight? You’re bound in silver.”
    Ryan locked eyes with her as he thrust his hands out to both sides. The chains shattered instantly. The shocked expression all over her face was priceless. He heard gasps behind him from his wolves. He wasn’t surprised. It was a hell of a sight for them to witness. No wolf could break silver binds. But Ryan was no ordinary wolf. He was the goddamn King of the Wolves. And now he’d acknowledged it, he had all the gifts that came along with the title. “As I was saying, Oriana .”
    “Fine,” she snapped and gestured for the vampire guards to return into the castle. Ryan didn’t need to turn around to know that the wolves were “retreating.” He could feel them.
    She snapped her fingers once more and his surroundings disappeared, replaced by what he recognized as the castle dungeons. He’d been a wild teenager, and once his father had forced him to spend a night alone in the dungeons to try to shock some sense into him. And damn if it hadn’t worked.
    He was shirtless with his arms raised above his head, bound by chains screwed into the ceiling. His feet, now somehow without shoes and socks, were bound by cuffs screwed into the floor.
    “Fuck,” he growled. The bitch worked fast.
    She teleported into the room all of sudden. “Profanity after profanity. Just like your father.”
    “My father must’ve been devastated when he found out you were his mate.”
    She flinched at his words and fired a bolt of black lighting at him. He hissed as it sliced a deep wound right across the width of his torso.
    “Hmm...you’re rather resilient. I see I’m going to have to do a lot worse to get what I want,” she said, sauntering towards him. “Unless you choose to cooperate willingly.”
    “What the fuck do you want?” he demanded, sighing inwardly with relief as he felt the wound she’d inflicted already start to close up. Cora’s blood. Cora. Shit.
    “A simple request. Your son’s name.”
    A shiver ran down Ryan’s spine at her mention of his son. “Why?”
    “You have yet to officially name him in any realm. Until you do, as far as the laws of magic are concerned, he does not truly exist in the world. As a result, he cannot be affected by magic.”
    “ Affected by magic . You mean, harmed by it? By you?”
    “Yes.”
    “You would kill your own grandson? My son?”
    “It was supposed to be you, but given your recent separation from your wife, I have been left with no other alternative.”
    “What does Cora have to do with this?”
    “She is the only real threat to me. She must be eliminated. I cannot defeat her in a battle of power. No one can. But she can defeat herself.”
    “What?”
    “All she needs to do is lose control and she will engulf herself with her own magic, doing my job for me.”
    “Let me get this straight. You plan to kill my