DIANA’s POV I wake up feeling like a thousand needles were pricking my skin. My head is throbbing and as I go to move, I hiss at the shocking pain that shoots up my spine. Clenching my eyes, I gnash my teeth and groan knowing my back had just grazed the bloody surface I was lying on. Looking around, I find myself in a hospital bed. White porcelain ceilings, basically an empty room, except for the chair and small side table sitting right next to me. I sniff the air, noting a bitter smell with subtle undertones of alcohol and solvents. Looking around, I think to myself. Where the heck am I? My ears burst at the sharp sound of ringing. I feel like my head is near to explode. I…remember following Eleanor to the bathroom, remember deliberately pushing her farther and getting in good with her until Alex walks into the room to witness the scene. Just in time to see me whimpering pathetically on the floor while Eleanor stands right where I needed her to be. In an offensive position snarlin
DIANA I watch in disbelief as Alex opens the double doors, slamming them behind him. Pressing my palm against my cheek, I gently pinch it only to whimper as the pain bites me, extinguishing every last sliver of hope that makes me believe it didn’t happen. That he did not just hit me in the face with his own hands. That he didn’t just threaten to kill me, the love of his life for the past ten years. My cheeks still stung, but not as strong or painful as the blow I received in my heart. Or was it, my pride? I wasn’t so sure, yet I do know one thing. He will not get away with this. Especially Eleanor. I will have his heart, one way or another. Even if it takes Eleanor’s life to do just that. I won't let anything get in my way. Not when I'm this close to reaching my freedom. And power, on top of that. The throne of the Lycan queen will never be hers as long as I'm here. Alive and breathing. I let my hands fall to my sides before darting my eyes to the she-wolf doctor staring at me wid
ELEANOR’S POV The feeling of being watched kept on getting under my skin. Yet when I glance around, I couldn’t seem to find anyone or sense a presence lingering by. I turn my attention back to the door, thinking it was nothing. As I make my way to the basement where I overheard Alex and Elijah speak of as the prison ward, I immediately made a mental note to come here once I get the chance to be alone. Alex had refused to tell me where my father was, and it’s no use trying to force it out of him, so I had snooped around and collected the information all by myself. I understood why Alex had to hide it from me, though. He wanted me safe, and for someone like Marcus who put me through living hell in his own prison cell for several days, it was no wonder why he wouldn’t believe I would not experience the same hell when I stand within even a ten-feet distance from the man. Yet, I needed to ask Marcus, my father, something extremely important and I don’t want Alex hearing about it either j
ELEANORHow did she find me here? Was she following me all along? Turning ninety degrees from my position, I glare at Diana who stood with a sly smile plastered on her face. Her devilish grin telling me she had something up her sleeve. Or worse.My eyes scan her appearance. She wore a plain shirt and jeans. Last time I saw her, she had gone all the way out. It's weird how her appearance had suddenly gone through a drastic change merely because of her poor choice in clothing. Her clothes were all wrinkled, her hair disheveled. She didn't even had any makeup on, and as I squint my eyes, I notice a red mark imprinted on the side of her face. As though she'd been hit by someone.I shrug it off, thinking it was because she just came from the clinic. Alex doesn't seem to be with her. Did something happen?"Why are you here?" I ask, my brows knit.She snorts before taking a step further into the room."Aren't I supposed to be asking that question?" She says, raising her brow as she shifted i
DIANAStriding out the door, I glance around and bolt towards the closest room my eyes could find before closing the door quietly behind me. Panting, I clench my teeth and glare at the cement wall while I go over the scenes that had just happened down the prison cells.Balling my fists by my sides, I exhale into the air a curse meant for that bitch who was fucking stupid enough to get herself pregnant. Since when did even they start f*cking each other? I groan, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit as I picture the two of them together creating an intimate scene. Urgh. Alex was supposed to be f*cking me, adoring me, spoiling me. He was supposed to be my chosen and I was supposed to be his. I promised him that, yet I wasn't so sure if he did the same thing to me back. In fact, I never knew him to be a person fond of intimacy, but every time I see him touching Eleanor in such a way he's never done to me before, I couldn't help but itch to claw that woman's face and rip her f*cking head off
SANDRA’S POV My nails repeatedly tapped on the table my husband and mate, Victor, used to work on in his glory days. I smooth my hands on the wooden surface, taking a deep breath as I closed my eyes. This office. These things…reeked of my husband’s scent. Just thinking of his name instantly made my heart quicken, almost forcing a sob to leave my lips but I grit my teeth. Not wanting a single droplet of tear to taint the floor my husband used to walk upon. No, I wouldn’t embarrass myself to him any further. My wolf whimpered at the painful reminder, although she hadn’t spoken to me in days since we found out about our mate’s death. She was suddenly… distant. And the more days went by, the more I felt as though I was all alone. As though my wolf was also beginning to fade away. But that is the last thing I need. I need my wolf to be strong enough to carry out the mission our mate left for us. To destroy the Red Silverwood pack and force their alpha to surrender. That had always been
ELEANOR Alex still hasn’t come home. I wonder what he was doing outside? When Diana informed me how she greatly enjoyed his company and their time together at the pack clinic while he made sure her wounds healed, I thought Alex would be in the pack house somewhere. I shouldn’t be looking around for him just yet. I know that, but a part of me still wants his comfort, his presence, just some assurance from him that he didn’t hate me after what he witnessed me do under his roof. Wounding people was never a habit of mine, but I admit I had lost all control when Diana went as far as to insult me with her words. I could still remember the chills that ran down my spine at the sught of his icy cold glare. The sight that would make anyone crumble on his feet before him. His glare was the one thing you could never get past from for the rest of life. You will live never to forget it. And it will continue to haunt you no matter where you go, even if you reach the deepest core of the earth runnin
ALEXANDER's POVI feel like a jerk. No, maybe I have been a complete arsehole this entire time. My wolf, Loki, was beyond mad at me for how I treated our mate. How I fucking left her without giving her a chance to defend herself from Diana. As it turns out, she had planned this all along. Following Eleanor, provoking her, the wound, and the wolfsbane. All of it had just been part of her sick, twisted plans. I grit my teeth. My body is still shaking, my blood running cold. I almost wanted to kill Diana for what she did. Almost, if I hadn’t turned my back on her and got the hell out of that place. Had I been wrong about her all those times in the past? Had she been fooling me with her innocent little facades and made me fall in love with her? But, what exactly did she want? Why did she do all those things that she did in the past and seek me out ten fucking years later and propose a marriage?A sick, twisted feeling suddenly swept through me, my vision turning dark. Is the throne what