AMARYLLIS PERSON POV:Even though I've been in this city for a week, I still can't say that I've adjusted to the way of life here. People, the environment, and just about everything is very different. However, I used to believe that perhaps it was not this place that was strange, but rather myself. In the present day, coexistence between humans and werewolves is possible; however, there is one requirement that must be satisfied. It is absolutely forbidden for werewolves to reveal their true selves. This decision was made in the interest of establishing peace. It was the best choice for humans because they did not want to live in constant fear of werewolves or feel inferior to them. Now everyone lives in harmony and everyone is treated with the same respect. But It hasn't always been this way in the world of werewolves, they are obligated to obey Alpha, who I abhor more than anything else. "I really wish that I had been born a human!" I sighed with a sad expression on my face, but
I was standing dumbfounded in a room full of handsome werewolves among which one was my mate. I didn’t want to accept but I couldn’t deny this either. This was not something I could easily change or ignore as per my wish. But the question was what to do now. Darius took me here with him without telling me what was my role in all of this and now I was stupidly staring at these men in front of me with a dizzy head. My heart was pounding against my rib cage so hard that I was sure it would have jumped out of me if there were nothing to hold it in its place. I was in great trouble because if he recognizes me as his mate then I would have no way to run from him. My palms were sweaty when I finally gathered the courage to look at him and said, “Hello. I’m Amaryllis Eloise.” He couldn’t smell me. He couldn’t find out, I was his mate. All type of different scenarios was playing in my small head what if finds out? What if he killed me for being a rogue? There was no way he will accept a ro
DARIUS POV: My day was already wrecked when Zixin informed me that he hadn't yet captured the rogue. It had been a week or two since he first told me about her, but I still hadn't been able to capture her in all this time. It seemed unthinkable because how could this happen in my territory? In my region, no mistakes or negligence were tolerated, so why was he being so careless as to trap a poor female rogue? She piqued my interest. I've never heard of a female rogue capable of concealing herself from my men. There was no doubt that she was capable of capturing my attention. But after I meet her, I intend to kill her in the most heinous way possible to spoil my perfect day. I was getting ready for another dull but crucial meeting. I informed Zixin to notify Louise that I was going to meet him. I knew he'd be astonished after hearing the news because I rarely go to company, but when I do, it has to be for something incredibly urgent and vital. I sat in the room, expecting to see Lo
AMARILLIS POV:It was way past nine o'clock, and instead of heading back home, I found myself aimlessly wandering the dark, deserted streets. I felt useless and incompetent after struggling with the tasks assigned to me all day. Everyone at the company seemed so brilliant, and I couldn't help but wonder why Louise had chosen me despite my lack of any special skills.As I meandered through the gloomy alleyways, I couldn't help but think about my true identity. My heart raced as I realized the dangers that lay ahead. I knew that Darius would not take kindly to discovering my secrets, and I feared what he might do to me. The thought alone was enough to make my stomach churn."I don't think I should take this position," I muttered to myself, "Darius will undoubtedly find out my true identity, and I don't know what he'll do to me."My wolf's snarls only added to my already mounting anxiety. She was still seething with anger at me for not being truthful with Darius. I tried to strike up a co
I'm in excruciating pain, every muscle in my body screaming in agony. My eyes are struggling to stay open, heavy with the weight of my exhaustion. I have no idea what they gave me, but it must have been an insane amount of some illegal substance.I tried to put on a brave face when I spoke with Zixin earlier, but now that he's gone, I'm back to the reality of my aching body. My wolf knows that all of this could have been avoided if she hadn't been so insistent on breaking through my reluctance.I let out a long sigh, watching as my breath mists in front of me in the frigid air. My body feels numb with cold, and if this goes on for much longer, I'll succumb to hypothermia. My wounds are starting to fester, and I know I need to get them treated as soon as possible.But my biggest concern isn't my injuries, it's my scent. If I don't take my tablet within the next three hours, my wolf scent will start to emerge. Darius' wolf is highly attuned to the scent of his mate, and he'll pick up on
I took a deep breath and entered the beast's den. My heart raced as I walked in, aware that I might not make it out alive. Darius Augustus was sitting by the window, his back turned to me. I couldn't tell what he was thinking as he stared outside.Zixin stood in the corner, giving me a cold glare. I wondered what he wanted, but before I could do anything, he motioned for me to kneel. I refused, and he shoved me down to my knees. I knew I couldn't stand up until they allowed me to, and so I remained on the floor, helpless and vulnerable.Darius turned around, smiling as he saw me kneeling in front of him. I felt a surge of anger and hatred but knew there was nothing I could do.The door opened behind me, and someone entered the room. His presence was overwhelming. I could feel his eyes on me, but I couldn't bring myself to look away from Darius. His eyes had shifted from mine, and it was then that I felt a cold shiver run down my spine.I wanted to turn around and see who this stranger
As the hand tightened its grip around my neck, I struggled to breathe. I had never felt so helpless before. The pressure on my airways was intense, and with each passing moment, I felt my consciousness slipping away.Darius stood before me, a cruel smile on his lips as he enjoyed the power he held over me. Zixin and Alex looked on, not daring to intervene. Living under an Alpha meant living in fear, and no one dared to question their leader's actions.Suddenly, he pulled me up to my feet, lifting me off the ground. I kicked my legs helplessly, seeking a solid footing that was just out of reach. If he didn't release me soon, I knew I would die.With a sudden movement, he slammed me against the wall, and a sharp cry escaped my lips. My neck was already sore from Zixin's earlier attack in the forest, and now I couldn't feel any more pain. My body went numb as I stopped struggling against his hold.Darius leaned in towards my ear, and in a cruel whisper, he said, "Take a good look at your
AMARYLLIS POV:I was in excruciating pain. My neck throbbed, and Darius had attacked it without hesitation. I couldn't help feeling frustrated, knowing he was my mate. It had been nearly thirty minutes since I last saw Alex. I had hoped he would bring me my bag after hearing my made-up story about my illness, but now I realized how foolish I had been to rely on him. I had only one hour left before Darius discovered my secret. The thought of him ending my life without remorse sent shivers down my spine.As I leaned against the wall, my eyelids grew heavy, and my body went numb. The coldness enveloped me as I thought about the time I ran away from home. "What if I had not run away?" I whispered to myself. My chest heaved with each painful breath, and I could feel the agony increasing.The memories flooded back, and I was lost in thought. I remembered the day I left home and how it had changed the course of my life. If only I had made different choices, perhaps I wouldn't be in this situ
An entire hour had slipped away, yet the veil of silence from within remained unbroken. The passage of time seemed to elongate, each minute stretching into an eternity as I stood there, my ears straining to catch any shred of information that might pierce the enigmatic shroud. The only faint trace of the tumultuous events transpiring inside the building was the distant echo of heated conflict, a symphony of clashing wills reverberating through the stillness.Amidst this suspense-laden atmosphere, the figure of Darius emerged as a central force, his charisma and leadership casting a magnetic pull upon those around him. It was a daring gambit, a call to arms that resonated with the hearts of his loyal followers. With unwavering determination, he rallied his men, summoning them to join him in the battle that raged behind closed doors.The evening sun cast long shadows across the scene, a visual metaphor for the uncertainty that had draped itself over the situation. Time and circumstance
In that instant, the room seemed to hold its breath, as if the universe itself were awaiting your response. But it wasn't just a query that I posed; it was an exploration of the intricate layers of my affection. My mother, with her unwavering support and boundless care, had molded me into the person I had become. Yet, you, my love, had carved out a niche within me that was uniquely yours, painting the canvas of my life with hues of passion and understanding.The notion that my concern could be compartmentalized, limited to just one person, felt foreign to the very essence of who I was. You see, dear love, my heart was a vast expanse, capable of accommodating the most profound adoration for both my mother and you. It was as if the tendrils of my affection had intertwined, creating a delicate dance between the woman who had given me life and the person who had breathed new meaning into it.So, as I stood there, the words hung delicately in the air, an invitation to delve into the depths
In that very moment, a palpable sense of concern radiated from him towards me, an unwavering testament to the depth of his worry that persisted even to the present instant. It was as though his thoughts had formed an unbreakable connection with my well-being, transcending time and circumstance. The sight before me, the ascending trail that we embarked upon, seemed to mirror the journey of our camaraderie. As each step led us higher, so too did it elevate the emotions that bound us together.Gazing upon the majestic expanse around us, a cascade of emotions surged within me, threatening to spill over as tears welled up in my eyes. The vista that unfolded was not merely a panorama of nature's grandeur, but a reflection of the intricate tapestry of our relationships. The towering peaks echoed with the laughter we had shared, and the sprawling valleys whispered secrets we had entrusted to one another.As the sun cast its golden rays upon the landscape, illuminating even the crevices hidden
In the midst of the swirling maelstrom of emotions, I found myself standing at a crossroads of choices that held the weight of destiny itself. The very air seemed charged with the gravity of the decision I was about to make, a decision that could alter the course of not just my own life, but the lives of those I held dear.As I locked eyes with him, a tumultuous array of thoughts cascaded through my mind like a torrential rain, each droplet representing a fear, a doubt, a whisper of uncertainty. The words hovered on the tip of my tongue, begging to be spoken, yet bound by the shackles of consequence. For I knew that if I were to utter those words, if I were to admit that I wasn't ready, he would reach out with open arms, ready to pull me back into the fold of safety.But the tendrils of apprehension extended beyond the scope of my own well-being. A shadow loomed menacingly in the periphery of my thoughts – the looming peril that threatened to engulf not just me, but also the one who h
The sun began to paint the sky with hues of golden pink as a new day unfurled its possibilities. With our morning rituals completed, Darius and I embarked on a journey, our footsteps tracing a path towards a rendezvous that had been long overdue. The anticipation that swelled within me was akin to a symphony of butterflies, each delicate wingbeat a testament to the fluttering nervousness that accompanied this long-awaited meeting.As we drive, I couldn't help but let my mind drift back across the expanse of time, traversing the years that had stretched between the present moment and the last time I had laid eyes upon my mother. The chasm that had formed during that span was not merely physical but emotional, the bridges of connection having been worn thin by the relentless currents of circumstance. Yet, despite the passage of time and the erosion of familiarity, the pull to reunite remained an irresistible force, drawing me inexorably toward her.The streets we drove were lined with m
Each word he spoke was a brushstroke on the canvas of my understanding, painting a picture of his journey of self-discovery. His voice, a melodic cadence, carried the weight of profound realizations, "Life isn't a mere passage of time, a mechanical rhythm of inhales and exhales. It's a symphony of emotions, a journey of embracing desires and aspirations that are etched into the very fibers of our hearts."His eyes, shimmering like pools of contemplation, held mine captive as he continued to weave his narrative, "I've chosen to break free from the chains of monotony, to unshackle myself from the constraints of convention. With you as my guiding star, I've learned to embrace the unpredictable cadence of existence, to dance to the rhythm of my heart's desires."In that intimate moment, beneath the canopy of stars that seemed to shimmer in approval, his words carried a resonance that resonated within the recesses of my being. His declaration wasn't just a mere confession; it was an invoca
"I'm here, eager to lend a hand," I said, my voice tinged with sincerity and concern. The question hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. Whatever task lay ahead, whatever challenge needed to be conquered, I was resolved to tackle it head-on. There was an unbreakable determination within me, fueled by the desire to ensure the safety and well-being of both him and the woman who had been a pillar of strength in my life – my mother.The gravity of the moment was not lost on me; the air was charged with a sense of responsibility that I willingly embraced. His gaze met mine, and in that fleeting exchange, an unspoken understanding passed between us. It was a pact, silently formed, that united us in a common purpose.As the seconds ticked away, I felt a surge of emotions welling up within me – a mixture of apprehension and resolve. I knew that the road ahead might be arduous, fraught with challenges we couldn't yet foresee. But that didn't deter me. It was the commitment to safeguard
The room seemed to close in around me as I absorbed the gravity of his words. The path ahead had grown treacherous, fraught with uncertainty and the looming presence of an enigmatic figure whose desires danced on the edge of my understanding. As the world outside continued with its oblivious rhythms, I found myself at the crossroads of a destiny intertwined with Fenrir's hunt for the tanzanite stone, and the looming threat of my mother being used as a pawn in this intricate game of shadows.In a tale that unfolds with intrigue and emotion, the central figure in this extraordinary incident was none other than my own dear mother. The air crackled with tension as she found herself locked in a harrowing confrontation with Darius, a clash that would leave an indelible mark on their lives.In the heart of this tumultuous moment, an unusual twist emerged. Despite the aggression that seemed to hang heavy in the air, Darius made a conscious choice, a choice that set him apart. Rather than resp
The profound hush that enveloped the room spoke volumes, unraveling a truth more poignant than words could ever convey. In the weighty quietude, I found my answer—his reticence was an admission in itself. The secrets he harbored lay buried beneath the shroud of unspoken sentences.It was a revelation that left me grappling with a maelstrom of emotions. The one responsible for inflicting those painful injuries upon her delicate form was none other than my own mother. The realization, though shocking, stirred not just a storm of anger and disbelief within me, but also a gnawing curiosity.Yet, amidst the turmoil of this revelation, a veil of confusion lingered. My mother, a woman of compassion and reason, was an enigma in this narrative of pain. She wasn't the sort to embark upon such a ruthless course without a purpose—her actions were usually underpinned by a rationale that others might fail to perceive. Thus, the question that tugged at the edges of my consciousness was simple but pr