Sorry for the late updates lovely Readers 👀 I sprained my wrist some months ago and it still hurts when it rains. So, as usual, it was raining and my wrist was hurting too much for me to write anything. But, I am fine now. The usual schedule of updates will resume. ❤️ Today, I have a question for you all too. How many of you actually want an Anne and Zero story? Let me know in the comments so I decide if I want to do one or not because Ryker and Natalie's story is coming to an end. Thanks for Reading and Voting! 💜 Love you all ❤️
NATALIE The rain decided it was the best time to grace Earth. I sigh for the nth time and throw my head back to glance up at the stormy sky. Drops of rain fall into my eyes, making me close them and take in a deep, calming breath. It’s Rhianna’s funeral. And Britney’s funeral. And all the Original’s funerals—at least what’s left of their bodies or ashes. The warriors and everyone else that died are also getting their last rituals done. Zio arranged it all. I don’t know how he is doing but when I woke up and had breakfast, Ryke told me that he is struggling and he wishes to leave the pack for a while. I was shocked and furious that he agreed to let Zio go. I don’t think he will be fine on his own. The grief of losing his sister will consume him. Yes, Ryke did tell me about the pushing incident but I will never admit that Zio did it consciously. It happened in the heat of the moment. His loyalty won over his love for family and so he got rid of the problem for his Alpha—or more l
NATALIE My heart sinks. I lift my head and walk to Ryker with small steps. All eyes fall on me. To my surprise, they glance once and then lower their gazes in respect. My heart beats in my stomach as I reach Ryker and he instantly curls his fingers around my hand, squeezing the coldness with his warmth. My eyes fall to the graves, all in line, all open, all carrying a different casket with a different person but the feeling is the same for all of them. They were not good people, not worthy of love but their death still saddens me. Ryker takes a step forward and urges me to follow him. We both approach the first grave, Britney’s grave. He bends down and grabs a fistful of sand before dropping it over the half-sand-covered casket. He straightens to his height afterward and looks at me, waiting for me to do the same. Sighing, I do the same and we move on to Rhianna’s grave. Ryker’s grip tightens around my hand, carrying all the patience and endurance to me. I blink back the tea
NATALIEA month passes by quickly. Everything settles down. Everyone now follows their own path.The absence of a council and my refusal to subject anyone to such absurd binding rules anymore, has made every single pack of the werewolf community make their own rules and choose their own ways.I can’t say everything is all good and better. But, at least, now there is nothing like a ruler over werewolves. They are free to do whatever they want. They can choose the wicked side or they can choose to be good. They can become enemies or they can become friends with each other or other races.No one can object to Hybrids anymore. If someone does, it has become an individual issue for the packs. To cut it short, everyone is on their own and the tyranny has come to an abrupt end.I do think that everyone is a little confused because many Alphas of different packs came to visit me when they got to know that all Originals were dead and I was the only one left. They wanted me to rule, to guide, t
ZERO“ It seems like the King will force you to take his place. ”I rest my back against the wall as I hear my only friend, Alpha Ryker of the Night Walkers Pack talking through the speaker of my phone. It’s only been three months since I came to live with my father, the King of all Vampires and I already find it unbearable.The reason behind my annoyance is that I am a hybrid. Part werewolf, part vampire. My vampire side is dominant though, which means, more bloodthirst every night and more dark powers that only vampires possess; Speed, Strength, and a unique ability to control shadows. I can shift too, but it’s mostly a pain in the ass, given that my wolf barely talks to me. I don’t like talking to Brute—my wolf, so it never affects me. The thing which is bugging me is the fact that I am starting to lose the little connection I have with Brute. If I stay here longer, I will forget I am half-werewolf—A hybrid.“ I am coming back. ” I tell Ryker before getting my back off the wall an
ZERO“ I am here for you. ” Her eyes shine, an evil glint prominent behind the veil of politeness.“ I sent her an invitation to join us. ” The calm voice falls over my ears.Reluctantly, I tear my gaze from her face and fix it on the Vampire King sitting on one of the couches, sipping on a red liquor from the wine glass. The metallic stench gives away the blood. He is drinking blood, in broad daylight, without even caring that Anne is standing right here. I grit my teeth and keep my eyes steady on him.“ You were bored. ” He points his forefinger at me.It all clicks in my head. She is not only here to cause trouble. She is brought here to keep me chained to the walls of this mansion.“ Liam. Go show our guest around and make sure she doesn’t have any problem settling in. ” The Vampire King places the wine glass down on the center table and commands the so-called brother I have. “ She is staying for a while. It’s best if she gets used to everything and knows her way. ” All the word
ANNE I can only ever think of running away from here and never having to return. I thought I was done paying Natalie back and I could finally disappear into a world of my own. Then, my stupid mind, what am I doing in the Vampire King’s world instead of the human world, pray tell? I don’t have an answer to that. The moment Giana told me that Ryker insisted on Zio’s return because they might end up having a war with the Vampires, I knew Natalie was in danger. Once again. Giana told me that if only Zero stayed here until Natalie safely gave birth without having to deal with all this Vampire bullshit, everything would be a lot better. Right now, Natalie can’t use all of her powers. It will be harmful to the baby. This is the worst time for her, even if she is an Original. She won’t be able to defend herself if a war breaks out. After hearing all this, my non—existent worried side sprang to life. To my surprise, I didn’t even have to go looking for the Vampires. They came looking fo
ANNEI stay inside the room, unconsciously wondering what’s happening down there or what Zero is doing.I suddenly feel interested to know what has him so twisted and irritated all the time that he is letting his rational mind die so his stupid side can take over.After spending a few hours in the room and only watching the vampires through the windows, I finally decide to step out of the room and go see things for myself.Possibly, the Vampire King will not let any harm come to me on my first night in his place. Perhaps, I am overestimating his hospitality, but I don’t care.Pulling the door to my room open, I stroll out and close it behind me gently. My eyes scan the dark surroundings, while my ears echo with the eerie silence.‘ It’s all so quiet. ’ Neela whispers in my head.I agree with her silently and make my way to the staircase. I step down the stairs and end up in another empty hallway.This place is huge. If Liam had not shown me around already, I would be lost.Not so much
ANNEIt seems like time passes so slow here. It almost took an eternity for the sun to rise and for the darkness to fade.I sat by the door, the whole night. I couldn’t turn off the lights, and couldn’t sleep. It’s nothing new, given that I have been like this for three whole months.What Zero did with the shadows has gotten to me. The thoughts have consumed me and I have lost the touch as that Original—Kathie said will happen that day. I can’t even blame Zero anymore. I can only hate him, to avoid hating myself for being so weak.When Natalie revealed that he had spent centuries under such induced sleep, I did feel bad for Zero but I couldn’t bring myself to just go back to the old way.I can’t even remember the old way, the old me.How was I? Brave? Blunt? Or always a scaredy cat? I can’t tell because now, I am scared of almost anything. I flinch at the thought of fighting, I fear the dark, I fear the night.It’s fucked up. I worked on strengthening myself in these three months,