"Do you Ky Severs take Serena Havenmoon to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," He said with the biggest smile. His thumb stroking circles on my skin.

"And do you, Serena Havenmoon, take Ky Severs to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do, with all my heart I do." A small laugh trickled from the crowd as they knew I couldn't help my enthusiasm. Ky's chest rumbling with a chuckle as his eyes were filled with so much love, his alpha red dangerously poking through.

"Then with the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Ky grabbed me by the face, catching me in a long kiss as our family and friends rose from their seats. Clapping and cheering the newly married couple as we ourselves couldn't nor desired to contain our happiness. We couldn't stop smiling when our lips parted, his arms holding me tight against his chest and his forehead pressed against mine. I am so happy, I thought as tears ran down my cheeks to only fall from my chin. Gracing his chest with the purest form of sentimental love.

So happy.  

     The sound of my morning alarm woke me from my sleep. A sleeping Ky groaning next to me as I reached for my phone, turning off the alarm before placing my phone back on the night stand. I rubbed my eyes, sighing profusely as every muscle in my body did not want to get out of this bed. What a wonderful dream, what a greater memory. Too bad it got cut short though, we were just getting to the good part. I turned, laying on my side as I looked at Ky, feeling Ky's hand on my hip tighten as I couldn't help but smile at the sheer sight of him. I ran my fingers through his messy bed head, a small sigh escaping his lips before I kissed his forehead. I ran my fingers down his arm to his hand, easing his fingers from my hip as I did my best to get out of the sheets without waking him. The cold air hitting my bare legs before my feet touched the even colder floor. Resisting the urge to hiss from the unexpected cold, peeking over my shoulder to make sure I didn't wake him. He works hard enough.   

     Still asleep. I exhaled with relief, turning back to the night stand as I slipped on my golden wedding band followed by my engagement ring. The metal feeling cold before warming up to my touch. I ran my hands through my hair as I stood up, dressed in one of Ky's button down shirts as I made my way to the window. I peeled back the white curtain just enough to let me see the outside, peering down at the bustling city of Los Angeles. The sun hanging high in the sky. I sighed as I saw a flurry of police cars raced passed our apartment building. Looks like it's gonna be a busy day. It was at that moment that I felt two strong arms wrap around my waist, a strong chest against my shoulders, and the scent of lavender enveloping me.

"Good morning Kitten," He said groggily, giving me a kiss on my cheek. His solid golden wedding band glistening in the sun.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't worry about it honey," He kissed my neck. "I had to get up anyway. I have an early day at the office and besides it's hard for a man like me to simply sleep next to a woman like you." He smirked, laughing at my blushing cheeks.

I hit his chest playfully, "You scoundrel!"

We laughed.

*

"Are you going to be able to meet me for Lunch?" He asked, buttoning his suit jacket before straightening his tie.

"I'm not too sure yet," strapping my holster around my waist before placing my gun into it, hiding it in my short trench coat. "I have a meeting with a client, in fact I think he is one of your business partners." I added, fidgeting with my badge as I placed it on my holster strap.

He looked at me, watching the rebellious strands of hair fall from my bun. His hands adjusting his cuffs. "Really? Which one?"

"Mr. Wolfe I believe?"

"Peter Wolfe's son? What does he want?"

"That's what the meeting is about," I said poking his shoulder before fixing my coat. Heading to the table next to the door as I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet. He did the same. "I'll call you if anything changes." I said before I turned to him, ready for our goodbye kiss before he stopped me with the grabbing of my hand.

"Be careful," he said with a slight fear.

I smiled with the shaking of my head, "You say this everyday."

"And I will say it everyday until you retire," His voice was hushed as he took a step forward, his hands holding my face. His thumb stroking my cheek. "Be careful."

"I will, I promise." He kissed me, his lips lingering against mine as he was trying to analyze the feel of them. To write a note in his mind in case the worst happens, luckily for him I rarely go out in the field anymore. He pulled away, the two of us breathless as he intertwined his fingers with mine.

"Come on, we're gonna be late." I always forget we have to take the elevator together before we depart. To which I then forget we walk to our cars together too. The late nights must be making me forgetful. 

"Have a good day," he says with a kiss to the cheek as we stood in front of our cars. Him the black Mustang, me the white BMW.

"You too," I smiled and the two of us depart to our cars. I hop in the driver seat as I waited for him to pull out first. He has a longer way to drive than I do. I watch him as he pulls out, falling behind him as we wait to leave the garage. The gate lifts up and he goes left while I go right.

*Play Song*

     Me and Ky got married after we graduated from the University of Maryland, six years ago. He got a Masters in Business Administration so he could more thoroughly understand his father's business, in fact it's the reason why we moved here. Ky is the CEO of the LA branch while his father controls the original branch back home, but he already let's Ky call all the shots. The company is basically his now, but of course he always looks to his father for advice and favors.

While me, well...I guess I finally figured out what I wanted to do. I did always had a knack for kicking bad guys butts I suppose.

     I got a Masters in Criminal Justice or Criminal Justice Management, same thing basically. While I was earning my degree, I also attended the Police Academy which wasn't an easy task but well worth it. I have no idea how many times I had to come to class with a black eye, but it was always funny to see the freshman squirm whenever they saw me. I laughed from the memory before letting a soft smile grace my lips. I graduated top of my class. From there I joined precinct 11 where I worked as a police officer for a couple of years before getting promoted to detective due to my performance in the Police Academy and Master's degree, which most detectives didn't have yet. I had solved more crimes than any one on the force, which caught the attention of my old mentor, Captain Holt.  

    The door swung open with the chime of a bell as I walked in. Taking a deep breath of the freshly brewed coffee that filled the locally owned coffee shop. Ah, I love the smell of coffee in the morning.

"Captain Severs!" A fit middle aged man greeted from behind the counter. His hair turning a slick silver.

"Hi John," I replied with a smile.

"Your usual Captain," he said as he placed a medium togo cup of a freshly hot cappuccino in front of me. My hands wrapping around it immediately as I felt it's warmth, taking in the smell.

"Mmmm, oh John you always know the perfect pick me up for my day!"

"Anything for my favorite customer!" He said cheery, before his eyes opened wide. Analyzing my tone again. "Everything alright Captain?"

"Yeah, I just have a feeling that it's going to be a busy day for me." I stared at my cup for a minute before jumping with realization. "Oh! How much do I owe you?"

"Ah don't worry about it," He says waving it off. His Italian accent making an appearance.  

I narrow my eyes at him, "John this is like the 150th coffee you have given me. Let me pay for it!"

"Psh posh, just think of it as a repayment for saving my shop when you brought back my money from that slime ball perp."

"That was like 3 years ago! I was still a detective back then," I protested taking a sip of my cappuccino.

"And I will be grateful until the day I die, now take your free coffee before I have you removed from the premises." He teased, giving me a wink as he pointed at the door.

I rolled my eyes before shaking my head with a laugh. "Have a nice day John," I replied as I waved goodbye, heading out the door. Hearing the familiar chime.

"Have a better day Captain!"

     Captain. That's right, I've been Captain of precinct 12 for two whole years now. Known as the youngest Captain in LAPD history. Now that doesn't make much sense right? How did someone like me with so little years in the force can already be called Captain? Maybe it was because of my Masters in Criminal Justice. Maybe it was because I graduated top of my class from the academy. Maybe it's because I was promoted to detective in a short period of time. Maybe it's because I solved more cases than anyone in the precinct. Or maybe it's because Captain Holt personally took me under his wing and taught me everything he knows.

But honestly, I was just at the right place at the right time.      

     Precinct 12 oversaw the area that had the highest crime rate than any other precinct in the city. It was also the most defunded precinct due to the last Captain embezzling the budget and using it poorly when he actually did use it, I knew someone should have look into all those mopeds. That captain now stands in front of a trial waiting for his verdict. But it was too late, the damaged had already been done, the precinct had fallen into disarray which resulted in a large amount of officers and detectives leaving. With no Captain, no money, and now a diminished police force, precinct 12 was hanging on by a string. And then there were the riots.

     No one would touch it. Saying that it was a lost cause, that the system was too broken, that it had the potential to ruin reputations. No one could stomach it. So it fell under precinct 11, but Captain Holt knew that he didn't have the man power or the ability to cover two precincts, especially when one of them had the highest crime rate in the city which seem to be growing by the day. No, he knew that he would have to find someone and fast, that's where I come in. I had only been his protege for two years at the time when he gave me the offer. He told me that it was something about my grit that made me perfect for this job. So after an awe inspiring speech and long consideration he nominated me to be Captain of precinct 12 to the chief of police. And they were desperate enough to give it to me.

But truthfully they probably thought it was a sinking ship anyway, so yeah why not give it to the rookie?

     Within a month I rebuild precinct 12's system with my own two hands. I liquidated all the unnecessary products to give us more of a budget along with the partially recovered embezzled money from the previous Captain. I personally wrote to all the previous officers and detectives that quit in promise that things will be different if they returned. Most did while others wrote to me in a strong "no", but no worries we filled the empty spaces with fresh new faces. Individuals hungry for a fight. I built a strong team and a even stronger system, within the first year our crime rate of 80% dropped to a clean 40. We were ecstatic and the people of precinct 12 were protected in a way they have never been before. Our streets went from alleys of drug deals and gun fire to sidewalks you can walk at night. Don't get me wrong there's still rises in crime, it's just at a level that matches the rest of the city. It was a huge feat, a complete turn around.

     This, of course, caught the attention of the press. "Rookie Captain Saves Fallen Precinct" or "Clean City, Safe Streets, Captain Severs must be in town!" and "People praise youngest Captain in LAPD History: A story of a 50% drop in crime!" is what I would see in the daily paper every now and then. I chuckled at how they wrote me as such a heroic character, I was simply just doing my job. But of course, with good press, bad always follows. "Does youngest Captain play politics to get ahead?", "Did Severs's CEO Husband bribe the Chief of Police?" and "Did Severs have something to do with the downfall of Precinct 12?". It's amazing how far someone would go to scrutinize someone in order to get a story. How willing media and journalist are to demonize a person who is just trying the best they can, who are just sharing their opinions, who is just doing their job. How willing. And how willing people are to follow, to believe before they even check all the facts. How damaging.

I sighed. Luckily for me they couldn't find anything and within three months they were gone.

     I took a sip of my coffee as I stopped at a crosswalk. My eye zoned in on a group of laughing teenagers walking by, three boys and three girls. I watched how full of life they were as they crossed the street, how colorful, how...nostalgic. I drove away once they were safely on the other side, a small smile pulling at my lips.  

     What happened to the Betas? Well they moved here with us, willingly I may add. If they had wanted to live somewhere else we would of just found someone to replace them, but they moved here and I have never been happier. We try to see each other at least once a week, but due to our differences in careers and schedules it's more like once a month, if that. We always promise to meet for the holidays and, by a stroke of luck, we always do. My smile got wider as I thought about them. Daren and Alice married a year after me and Ky and Jason and Sakura a year after that. Daren owns and runs a gym downtown with a slew of personal trainers to assist anyone in need of guidance or needing someone to workout with. I go there every Sunday in order to stay in shape and I send my subordinates over there if they are in need extra training, I always tell them to ask for Daren personally. There's no one like him.

     Alice made her debut into the fashion world a year after she graduated from FIDM. At first she started off as a local model before blowing up after participating in all of New York's highest engrossing fashion shows. Now she's international, traveling the world as she showcases fashion in Paris, London, Spain, Tokyo, Dubai, and a variety of other places I don't even want to try to pronounce. She has also started her own clothing line, in fact the coat I'm wearing now is from one of her premium collections. She gave it to me as a gift last Christmas and told me that I was the inspiration behind it, or so she said. Sakura followed in the foot steps of her mother and went into the medical field, she is in the process of becoming a world renowned surgeon. I remembered all the times she would complain about the long nights, groaning about the early mornings and pages without warning. But after every rant she would smile, look at her glass and whisper, "Yeah, I love my job". And that's when you knew that she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.        

     Jason on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. After entering culinary school he realized that the food industry just wasn't for him. He dropped out and for six long excruciating months he went from one job to the other. It was on the seventh month that Sakura finally decided to confide in me about how hard of a time Jason was really having. To which I confided to Ky that night. The next morning Ky called Jason to grab a cup of coffee together, just the two of them. Jason was reluctant at first but Sakura urged him to take the time off to see Ky. That meeting in that local coffee shop changed Jason's life forever. At the time Ky had just became the CEO of his father's company, but he knew that he was going to need an assistant in the near future. A person that he trusted to make the right decisions while he was gone, so he could take days off and stay informed of any updates, so he can step out of the office whenever necessary.

     So he offered Jason the job. But with a few requirements of course. He told Jason that he will have to earn a bachelors in Business Administration as well as a minor in Accounting. He also added that Jason was to work a paid internship at the company through all of the years he needed to get his degree. If Jason had completed all of the requirements to Ky's satisfaction, it will be then and only then will the job be his. No questions asked. Jason couldn't shake Ky's hand any faster.

     It has been two years since Jason became Ky's assistant. He looked good the last time I saw him, the light had came back into his eyes. A sleek black suit, hair pulled back in a professional manner, and a gentlemanly smile. He greeted me as if I was some foreign queen or governess, but he broke out into a laugh after teasing me about how funny my face looked when he was being unfamiliar. To which I gave him a light punch in the chest. I have a lot to thank Jason for, he's the reason why me and Ky can meet so often during the day. He's the reason that I have my husband back.

     I pulled into the station. Taking in a deep breath before getting out of the car. Downing my coffee as I shoved my keys in my pocket after I locked the car. I threw the cup in the nearest trash, staring at the glass doors with the words "Station 12" written in yellow and blue. Another deep breath.

Alright, let's get this shit started.

     I stepped through the doors. Being met immediately with a myriad of "Hello Captain" or "Captain!", "Captain?", "Morning Captain," and "looking good Captain". I tried to reply to every person as I walked passed them, but sometimes it was just too much. Which resorted to me  flashing my vibrant blues at them along with a soft rumbling growl so I could get some piece and quiet. They call it my "death snarl" or something like that. I was just about to walk up the stairs to my office when my lieutenant grabbed my arm, waving the paperwork of a recent case in my face.   

"Captain!" His voice rose in a slight panic.

I sighed, "What is it this time Doyle?" Crossing my arms.

"This paperwork filled out by detective Santiago doesn't seem quite right. It doesn't list a coherent time of arrest and it doesn't present a motive or any concrete evidence."            

My eyes bulged, "Let me see that!" Ripping the paperwork from Doyle's hands as my eyes skimmed the pages. I grimaced as my eyes focused on the last name "Night".

After the death of Dante Knight, the vampires were lost. Their laws had crumbled with the death of their leader as they roamed the world aimlessly. Dante had no children which meant no heir to take the throne, It would take an millennium for the next royal to be born. The vampires didn't have that long. They needed a leader and they needed it fast. Clans were getting restless, promising an uprising if someone didn't step up. Then word got to the rebel vampires and before the world knew it, Abid, the leader of the vampire rebels, created a council to act as judge, jury, executioner, and commander for the vampire world. The acceptance as this council wasn't given full-heartedly, they weren't convinced. So they campaigned. They traveled the world, met with each clan leader, and told them that of they decided to follow this council then their world will be at peace.

They assured each clan that they would ask for no taxes or demand forces if war were to break out. That they will be better than the tyrants and dictators.That they will be free. And when the new royal was finally born, they would raise the child to be benevolent, considerate, and when the time came for the child to take the throne the council will act as their advisors. A congress to prevent that what ever happened with Dante Knight will never happen again.

The clan leaders didn't even hesitate. They pledge their allegiance the moment they said the word freedom. They live their lives freely, going about their day as they live for themselves until the day a new royal is born. Waiting.

I shook my head, snapping myself back into reality.

"Everything alright Captain?" Doyle asked concerned. His eyes zoning in my fingers rubbing my temple.

"Yeah, I just got a sudden headache. That's all." I handed the paperwork back to him, "and you were right Doyle. This paperwork is incomplete, tell Santiago he has until noon to personally deliver me a new report that meets my standards." I ordered as I turned my back on him.

"Yes Captain."

"And tell Santiago to get his shit together! This is the third time this week I've had to fix another one of his problems. One more mistake and I'm demoting him to desk duty or worst!" I yelled as I climbed the stairs. The whole station hearing my comment as I got a glimpse of Santiago quaking in his chair. A smug smile on my face.

I sighed as I slammed my office door behind me. These officers I swear. I flopped into my chair, taking a quick breather before reaching for the papers on my desk. Flipping through the pages as each one gave me another reason to sigh. I glanced at the clock on the wall, taking note that my meeting with Mr. Wolfe would be in ten minutes. I heard a knock at the door.

"Come in," I answered. Resting the papers on my desk.

"You wanted to see me Captain?" She asked as she poked her head in.

I smiled, "Ah Detective Fox! Please have a seat."

Yeah, I love my job.

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"Gavi's Song" by Lindsey Stirling