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Knight Unchained (Black Veil University Book 5)


  KNIGHT UNCHAINED

  THE BLACK VEIL UNIVERSITY

  B.M. CLEMTON

  CONTENTS

  Knight Unchained Playlist

  Main Character Index

  Content Warning and Trigger Warning

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Epilogue

  A Note From The Author

  The Shadow of Betrayal

  1. Chapter 1

  2. Chapter 2

  3. Chapter 3

  Also by B.M. Clemton

  Copyright 2023 by B.M. Clemton

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed,

  or transmitted In any form or by any means, including photocopying,

  recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written

  consent of the publisher.

  Unauthorized reproduction of copyrighted work is illegal.

  Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain,

  Is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by fines and federal imprisonment.

  Published by B.M. Clemton

  Cover Design by Harvest Moon Covers

  Thank You to my amazing Alphas and Betas <3

  Lindsay Hamilton

  Kyla Lee

  Maria Floresguerra

  Jessica Gilly

  Danielle Giordano

  Krystal Gorrell

  Gitte Dresselaers

  Miranda May

  Jennifer Webb

  KNIGHT UNCHAINED PLAYLIST

  Warrior- Avril Lavigne

  Centuries- Fall Out Boy

  Hold On- Extreme Music

  Devil in Her Eyes- Bryce Savage

  In the Name of Love- Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha

  Under The Influence (Violin)- Joel Sunny

  White Flag- Bishop Briggs

  Fire On Fire- Sam Smith

  Unconditionally- Katy Perry

  Could Have Been Me- The Struts

  Superheroes- The Script

  Middle of The Night- Elley Duhe

  Infinity- Jaymes Young

  Something Just Like This- The Chainsmokers and Coldplay

  Burn- Ellie Goulding

  I Don’t Want to Be- Gavin DeGraw

  Chasing Shadows- Alex Warren

  In the End- Linkin Park

  Angels and Demons- JXDN

  Forever and Ever and Always- Ryan Mack

  Brother-Kodaline (The Covington Brothers)

  MAIN CHARACTER INDEX

  Danica Knight- FMC, Ractori Elementalist

  Remington Moore- MMC, Wolf Shifter

  Daxton Pearce- MMC, Telekinesis- Teleportation

  Zander Evans- MMC, Dragon Shifter- Fire Element

  Roran Kaiser- MMC, Gargoyle- Earth Element

  Gabriel Covington- MMC, Reaper- Shadow Walker

  Dominic Carter- MMC- Angel

  Atlas Hawkins- Warlock-Shield

  Dante Covington- Reaper

  Joshua Walters- Blood Mage

  Kayla West- Vampire

  Porter Anderson- Vampire

  Maverick Clements- Wolf Shifter

  Solomon Abara- Angel

  Alice Shaw- Unknown

  (FMC- Female Main Character/ MMC- Male Main Character)

  CONTENT WARNING AND TRIGGER WARNING

  This story is a Reverse Harem novel that has darker elements that readers should be

  aware of such as strong language, sexual content, and contains

  references to past physical and sexual assault.

  Knight Unchained is the final book in Danica’s Story and ends in a HEA

  CHAPTER 1

  KATHRYN KNIGHT

  (Ten Years Ago)

  My knuckles are white as I grip the steering wheel, throwing a nervous glance over my shoulder as the dark shadows of the trees lining the road flash by.

  Almost there… almost safe.

  As headlights appear in the rearview mirror, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and tell myself it's not him. He promised I could bring Dani to the hospital, so he shouldn't be looking for me. What he doesn't know is that I killed my three escorts and managed to knock out Wyatt when we stopped for gas ten miles back.

  Swallowing hard, I look over my dashboard and turn my headlights on. Night is falling, and colder temperatures are coming with it. The heater in the old Chevy I had hot-wired doesn’t work, and I can see the cloud of hot breath coming from my lips.

  Glancing in the backseat through my rearview mirror, I can hardly make out the outline of Danica's battered little body. She lets out a pained whimper when the car's wheel hits a pothole in the road. The sound is like a dagger in my heart, and I swallow past the lump in my throat.

  "Hold on, baby, we're almost there," I whisper over my shoulder, trying to keep my voice as soft and soothing as possible.

  This is my fault. I should have fought back harder. Maybe if I had, Dante would have left my sweet girl alone and kept his focus on me. I had done everything I could to keep her away from him, but nothing could stop his obsession once he realized she was Rafael's daughter. Then, when she sparked her mate bond with Dante’s son, I knew she was living on borrowed time, and I had to act.

  Tears well in my eyes and spill over, running down my cheeks as I grip the steering wheel as tight as I can, cursing Rafael for leaving. The last thing he told me was that he was going to help his grandfather with some business and would be back in a week before pressing a soft kiss to my lips and walking out the door. But that week stretched into two… then three without contact, and I knew then that he wouldn’t be coming back. I called him hundreds of times and reached out to every person I could think of, but it was like he had completely disappeared.

  Almost a month after the love of my life walked out the door, I was staring at two blurry pink lines on an at-home pregnancy test, the tears almost constant at that point. I was only twenty years old, with so many plans and a bright future ahead of me, and it had all changed with those two pink lines.

  Shaking my head, I banish the thoughts of the man who only brought me pain and suffering and square my shoulders. I don’t need Raphael to swoop in and save the day. I can take care of our daughter by myself while cleaning up the mess he made in the process. I mentally start making a list of the things that need to be done as I push the decrepit gas pedal even harder, making the old car's engine whine in protest as we drive faster down the road.

  I need to get Danica as far away as I can from Dante and that madman, Azriel. She needs to disappear. Dante may want Danica for her magic, but I know he will be coming after me first. She needs to go somewhere that has no physical ties to my family or me. My parents will be the first place he checks, and I already know my brother won't help me. I grimace when an answer comes to mind.

  Eve.

  “Shit!” I breathe out. My heart feels like it's about to pound out of my chest as I take my foot off the accelerator, eyeing the exit for the small town only ten miles from where we are now. I had planned to stop here and get some help, but I need to get closer to Montana if I want to get Danica to Evelyn safely. Besides, Montana is a good two states over, and the more distance between Dante and us, the better off the both of us will be.

  Another pained moan comes from the back seat, and I look at my baby girl. Will she have the strength to make it that long without medical attention? I bite my lip as an overwhelming wave of fear and guilt hits me in the chest. If Dante finds us now, she's as good as dead; I know that without a doubt. That's the thing about Dante. I know him very well. Years of dating him gave me way too much insight into who he is, and that's why I left him all those years ago.

  Unfortunately, the time I had managed to put between us didn't seem to fade his obsession or anger toward me. Nodding, my throat tight with fear for my baby, I slam my foot down on the gas and keep driving down the road. “Hold on, sweetheart,” I call over my shoulder. “I'm going to get you to a safe spot, alright?” My words go unanswered like I knew they would, and I have to fight the urge to stop the car and check on her.

  “Get her to a human hospital, Kathryn,” I tell myself as I look down at the dashboard. This thing has a full tank of gas, and I took Wyatt’s wallet when I bashed him over the head earlier. I won’t be able to u
se the credit cards since I’m sure Dante will be tracking them, but there is enough cash to fill the tank one more time. That will hopefully be enough to get me to a decent-sized hospital near Montana. Then I need to get ahold of Evelyn and pray she will take pity on us. As far as the rest of my family is concerned, Evelyn died the moment she ran off with the two Wolf shifters she fell in love with. Her records and family history were even wiped from the Knight family group, making her basically untraceable for Dante.

  As I slowly piece together the rest of my plan, a small flicker of hope flares to life. I know the chances of me making it out of this alive are slim, but if Danica is safe and cared for, that's all I care about. And what could be safer than being surrounded by an entire Wolf pack? Mentally, I run through what to say to my sister as the miles pass us by. First, I need to get Eve to forgive me. The second is getting Danica to her safely. Then, I can do what I have to and finish this once and for all.

  CHAPTER 2

  DANICA

  "Hold on, baby. We're almost there."

  My mother's voice whispers as the car bounces beneath me, making my aching muscles scream in agony. My heart is beating too fast, and I feel like something has been ripped from my chest, almost like a vital piece of my soul is now gone.

  “Hold on, sweetheart. I'm going to get you to a safe spot, alright?”

  Mom's voice distracts me from the pain, and I cling to it, surrendering to the calm blackness of my mind.

  “The poor dear,” a soft voice whispers next to me, drawing me out of the nightmare I was stuck in. “That woman brought her in here and then just left! How does a mother leave her own child like that?”

  I try to open my eyes, but they don't want to cooperate. My chest still aches, and my head feels funny.

  “Mary, you have no idea what's going on. Look at the girl. She has obviously been in some kind of abusive situation, and the mother didn't look much better. At least she left a note with someone's contact information. Dr. Morgan has already contacted the police and CPS. Hopefully, they will find someone to get here before the child wakes up.”

  I try to stay awake, but the soothing darkness calls to me, and I go to it willingly.

  “She looks just like Kathryn,” a sad, almost familiar voice says. I can feel a hand brush over my forehead, and when I try to open my eyes, they listen.

  “Mom?” I ask. The woman sitting next to me confuses me. She looks like Mom, but not completely. However, I can't ask anything else because my body goes into a coughing fit, making me lurch up in bed.

  Agonizing pain shoots through my head and chest, and I can feel hot tears on my cheeks as big hands help support and soothe me, then gently lay me back down. I feel tired and want to sleep some more.

  “Hey, kiddo. It's time to open those pretty eyes. My name is Andrew, by the way. You're safe now, sweetheart,” a deep comforting voice says, and I shake my head.

  “She needs to wake up,” a cold, clinical voice says from across the room. “Even if it's just for a few moments. We need to ask her a few questions.”

  “You will give her as much time as she needs!” the man responds, snapping at the other person and making me tense up in fear at the anger clear in his tone.

  “Andrew!” the voice that sounds like mom but isn't scolds, and I can feel a soft hand press to my cheek.

  “Sorry,” the man grumbles, properly chastised. “You heard the doctor, kiddo. Time to wake up.”

  Time to wake up.

  Time to wake up.

  “It’s time to wake up,” a bitter voice says next to me, making my head pound in response. My heartbeat echoes in my ears as I slowly come to. Moaning, I lift a hand to my throbbing head and keep my eyes sealed shut, knowing that the moment I open them will only bring more pain. Prodding at my sore, throbbing temple, I take note of the pain radiating through my body and try to figure out where the hell I am. As far as I can tell, I'm lying down on something cold and hard, making my back ache as I shift my hips just the slightest amount.

  What the hell happened to me? And why is everything so… quiet? My breath hitches in my throat as I reach for my guys, needing to feel their warmth and love. Only… they aren't there! My eyes spring open at the emptiness in my chest, and I hiss in pain as bright fluorescent lights blind me.

  “What the absolute fuck?” I rasp out as I slam my eyes shut again, the pain in my head tripling from the sudden onslaught of light I subjected it to.

  “Good. You're awake,” a familiar cold voice says, making my already tense body lock up in fear.

  No, no, no. NO!

  Like a nightmare I can’t wake up from, all the memories from the Christmas party at the Council Offices rush back, filtering through my mind like a horror movie on repeat. Wyatt Anderson drugging Zane and Dax before admitting to killing my mother. Me killing the Vampire in a fit of rage. Then Josh shows up and knocks out Daxton, leaving him crumpled on the ground, before taking Remi to God knows where.

  Then…

  Bile rushes up my throat as I remember the Council building exploding as Dante took me in the opposite direction. I try to sit up, but my body is too weak, and I only manage to turn my head to the side as my stomach empties its contents on the floor next to me. There wouldn't have been a way for Daxton to get out of the building in time! Roran could have turned into his Gargoyle form, and I'm pretty sure Dominic would be able to withstand an explosion… I think, at least.

  But what about Zane?

  Normally, he would have been the safest, but Wyatt had drugged him. Is a Dragon shifter still fireproof without the magical aid of their Dragon? My heart hurts as I search every inch of my body, looking for one of my bonds and coming up empty. Even my magic is gone, no longer flickering in my chest like it normally does, but I’m guessing that's from the damn magic-blocking serum Dante injected me with when his men threw me into the van. My body trembles as my mind reels with thoughts and fears for my guys.

  Are they all still okay?

  Dammit! They have to be okay!

  I can feel my chest burn in agony at the thought of one of them not making it, and I gasp for breath, trying to ignore the man sneering at me from across the room, disgust clear on his face.

  Dante’s men had said that Gabriel was in pursuit of his father, so at least I know he wasn't in the blast, but that doesn’t help me worry less about him. If Gabe was following us, why am I here? What happened to stop him from getting to his father and me?

  And I know Remi is alive. I saw his chest moving when Josh took him away from me. But what condition is he in? What will Josh try to do to him? I don’t doubt that Josh's end goal is Remington's death, but I also know he won’t rush it. From experience, I know he prefers to stretch out his little mind games for as long as possible.

  I almost smile at that thought.

  Josh always thought Remi was a meathead with muscles. But he has no idea what my Wolf mate can do. Josh is in for a rude awakening, that's for sure. My stomach heaves again, making my sore muscles scream in agony as stars burst in my vision while my body desperately tries to eject everything from my stomach.

  “Are you done?” Dante asks, yanking a silk handkerchief from his tuxedo pocket and holding it to his nose. He scowls at the mess I made on the floor below me before flicking those steel-gray eyes back up to mine and pursing his lips in annoyance. From the corner of my eye, I see men dressed in white lab coats tapping away at computers and monitors, not paying Dante or me any mind. From my newly restored memories, I already know begging them for help will be fruitless.

  I try to glare at Dante, but my vision is still swimming, and I have a hard time keeping my head up. Panting, I let it fall back to the cold metal table under me, my fingers curling around the smooth edge as my limbs tremble uncontrollably.

  There is something more going on here than sore muscles and magic-blocking serum. I try to squeeze the table a little harder to ground myself, but it's almost like my fingers don't remember how to work properly. Groaning, I lift my fingers up to my temple and blink several times as my hand sways before touching my forehead.

 

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