The Legacy Of The Virkir's

Chapter 02

 

Seraphina woke up with a pounding headache. Her body felt strangely heavy, like every bone weighed twice as much.

The air smelled faintly of dust and something unfamiliar. She pushed herself up slowly, her head spinning.

Around her, the room was quiet. Clothes were scattered on the floor—hers, she realized with a jolt.

No… no… no…

A chill ran through her. She grabbed the blanket, pulling it tighter around herself before daring to look underneath.

And just as she feared—she was completely naked.

Her gaze swept over her skin. Faint traces she couldn’t explain covered her…. signs that made her stomach twist. A dull ache pulsed through her, and a cold dread settled in.

She didn’t need anyone to tell her what had happened.

Seraphina, the proud eldest daughter of the Belmond family, had been violated.

The door creaked open.

Her head snapped up. The sight of a stranger standing there made her blood boil.

Without thinking, she seized the nearest object—a glass of water from the nightstand—and hurled it straight at him.

“You pervert! You filthy—how dare you!” she shouted, her voice shaking. “I’ll have you arrested, you hear me? You’re going to jail!”

The man didn’t flinch even as the glass hit the wall beside him and shattered. He just stood there, his expression unreadable.

“Think carefully about what happened last night,” he said quietly. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have survived.”

Seraphina froze for a moment, her breath uneven. Survived? What was he talking about?

But the confusion only lasted a second before anger rushed back in. To her, he was just making excuses, trying to twist the story in his favor.

“Don’t you dare talk to me!” she snapped, snatching her phone from the nightstand. “You’ll regret ever touching me.”

Her thumb hovered over the screen, ready to call the police.

Alastor swore under his breath when he saw her reach for her phone.

Before she could dial, he moved quickly, catching her wrist then pinning her to the bed with one hand. The phone slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.

“Wait,” he said sharply. “You don’t understand what happened.”

She glared at him, her breathing unsteady. “Let me go!”

“If I hadn’t shown up last night,” he said, forcing the words out, “you wouldn’t be alive right now.”

Alastor exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. This was exactly the kind of trouble his teacher had warned him about.

“Stay quiet, stay unseen,” Orion’s voice echoed in his mind. “You don’t need attention before the real work begins.”

But here he was, barely a day into the city, already standing in a room with a stranger being accused of a crime he didn’t commit.

He didn’t want to explain. He hated talking about what happened. But if he didn’t, things would only get worse.

“Listen,” he said, keeping his voice even. “Last night, a group of men took you into an abandoned building. Three of them. The one in front had a scar on his left eye, the second wore a red jacket, and the third—”

“Stop.” Her voice shook.

He watched her expression change. Shock first, then hesitation, then something else.

Her eyes darted away. The fight in her posture faded, replaced by embarrassment that colored her cheeks.

Alastor sighed quietly. He didn’t need her apology; he just wanted to leave before this became a bigger mess.

He stood up, brushing off his pants, and pulled a small card from his pocket.

“Since I’ve… taken advantage of you,” he said quietly, “I’ll take responsibility.”

Seraphina looked up sharply, but before she could speak, he went on.

“I just arrived in London,” he added. “There are still a few things I need to take care of. If you run into any trouble, contact my deputy. His number’s on the card.”

He placed it on the table and stepped back.

Seraphina hesitated before picking it up. Her eyes narrowed as she read the embossed letters.

Tempest Enterprise.

For a moment, she just stared. That was one of the most powerful corporations in the city—its owner, Arthur Tempest, was  a man her father had tried to meet for years without success.

Her gaze shifted to Alastor. The plain clothes, the rough hair,  the calm tone, the almost indifferent expression.

It didn’t add up.

No matter how skilled he might be, there was no way a man like him could personally know someone of that level.

Her jaw tightened as disbelief settled in.

He was lying.

“Are you shitting me?” She said with disgust, tossed the card to the bin  and started picking up her clothes.

Alastor froze. He couldn’t believe it as she put on her clothes.

“You’re just going to leave?”  He asked, dumbfounded.  

She didn’t respond, instead she shot him a deadly stare before walking out. 

Alastor stared at the door for almost a minute, trying to wrap his head around what just happened

Someone had just rejected the olive branch he had offered. Was she dumb? Or just uninformed? 

He was still trying to figure out what had just happened when she suddenly returned. 

“If you dare speak a word about what happened between us,” she said, her voice cold, “you’ll pay for it.”

Then she stormed out. 

Alastor had no words. He just stared, utterly speechless.