An intense feeling of discomfort gripped me as I attempted to turn onto my left side. Despite my efforts, something was preventing me from doing so. My body felt weighed down by an invisible force, and each movement felt like a herculean task. The frustration of being unable to do something as simple as turning over intensified my discomfort, and I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. Despite my attempts to shake off the feeling, the hindrance persisted, and I was left feeling trapped and immobile.As I lay there, time seemed to stand still, but suddenly, an unsettling realization swept over me. My right arm was completely unresponsive, as if it were detached from my body. Though I could still feel it, every attempt to move it proved futile, and panic began to set in. Then what could have caused this sudden paralysis?As my consciousness slowly returns to me, I become aware of the world around me. I find myself lying in bed, with my eyes shut and my mind in a state of half-sleep.
Every time he called me his "mate," a feeling of annoyance and discomfort would creep up within me. There was a time when I would have loved being referred to his mate, but now the things had changed. Now, the sound of that word on his lips left me feeling empty and hollow, a stark reminder of how things had ended up.I remembered how I stood there in disbelief, watching the scene unfold before me, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. He had promised me that Fenrir wouldn't hurt me, and yet there he was, striking a deal with the very creature who made my life a loving hell.The memory of his comforting words echoed in my mind, taunting me with the realization that they were nothing but empty promises.Despite my heartache and disappointment, a sense of anger began to boil within me. How dare he play with my life like this? After everything he had done, how could he be so shameless as to call me his mate?"Stop calling me this," I spat out, unable to hide my emotions, "I hate this, just l
DARUIS POV:I couldn't help but wonder why she had lied to me. Why did she say that her wolf had no scent? why she hid that she was my mate. My mind raced, trying to figure out what she could possibly gain from deceiving me like this.Every single thing that had happened from the very beginning was a complete and utter lie. The enormity of the deception should have sent me into a rage, but for some inexplicable reason, I found myself incapable of summoning the fury that should have been there.I knew that I should be furious with her for what she had done, but instead, I found myself feeling oddly protective of her.As she took off running, my initial intention was to discipline her sternly for her disobedience. I was determined to make her understand that such reckless behaviour would not be tolerated. However, things were not the same now. She is my mate now.As I stood there, staring at the moon in the midnight sky, my mind couldn't help but wander to her - my mate, my Luna. The me
But suddenly, the oppressive atmosphere hit us like a wave. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decay. A chill ran down my spine, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were not alone. And then, suddenly, a blood-curdling howl shattered the silence, making us jump with fear. It was coming from behind us, and it sounded so close, so menacing, that we knew we were in trouble.We stood still, frozen in anticipation as the deafening sound of his voice pierced through the silence. We didn't need to turn around to confirm our suspicions; we knew exactly who it was. His voice grew even louder as he bellowed out the one word that sealed his identity: "Mate!" We spun around to face the source of the noise.That's when I saw him. A magnificent wolf, his fur, a silvery grey in the moonlight, was standing just a few feet away from us. For a moment, we just stared at each other, and then something strange happened. It was as if a silent communication passed between us, and I knew
And since he knew the truth now, and there was no escaping the consequences of my actions. Sooner or later, he would turn on me, and I would be nothing more than a pawn in his game. I could already see the betrayal in his eyes, the cold, calculating gaze that made me feel like nothing more than a means to an end. He would trade me to Fenrir without a second thought, just to get his hands on the information he needed about the Tanzanite stone like he wanted to do from the start.I knew what he wanted, what he expected of me, but I couldn't bring myself to comply. I couldn't go back to Fenrir place and be his pet, not after everything that he did to me. Death seemed like a far better option."Why don't you just kill me already? Take your revenge for lying to you all this time, and I won't blame you for anything," I said firmly, my voice shaking slightly. I braced myself for the worst, expecting him to lash out at me, to make good on his threats. But to my surprise, he simply stood ther
Within the boundaries of my realm, no soul dared to cast even the faintest shadow of doubt upon my actions. The audacity of anyone who would dare to point a finger in my direction and question the choices I made was simply unfathomable. The mere utterance of my name was enough to send tremors of fear coursing through the hearts of those foolish enough to challenge my dominion.For I, Alpha Darius, held the pinnacle of power within this domain, commanding unwavering respect and unwavering obedience from all who dwelled within its borders. My every word held the weight of law, leaving no room for anyone to challenge or oppose my decisions. However, despite the indisputable might that flowed through my veins, there were those who possessed the audacity to question my actions.Their temerity set my blood ablaze, stoking a fury that surged within me, rarely seen by those who encountered my presence. How could they dare to question my choice of having my mate, Amaryllis, in my room? The ver
The clock struck twelve, shrouding the surroundings in a cloak of silence as most of the servants had wrapped up for the day. It was the perfect opportunity to sneak into the kitchen undetected. With the absence of any personnel in the vicinity, there was little to no obstacle in reaching the desired destination.As I opened the door to the kitchen, the bright fluorescent lights flickered to life, illuminating the rows of gleaming stainless steel appliances and neatly arranged cabinets.The silence was broken only by the hum of the refrigerator as I rummaged through its contents for the one thing that could quench my thirst - a bottle of water. My hand closed around the plastic container, the coolness of its surface sending a shiver down my spine. Unscrewing the cap, I popped a pill into my mouth and chased it down with a gulp of water. The liquid flowed down my parched throat, its iciness sending waves of relief through my body, as if I had just stumbled upon an oasis in the middle o
As the sun began to cast its golden rays through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with a gentle warmth, I found myself in a predicament unlike any I had ever experienced before. The passage of time had blurred into an agonizing eternity, as an entire night had come and gone, leaving me bound and helpless to the confines of the bed.The tight restraints dug into my wrists, serving as a chilling reminder of my vulnerable state. Every minute that ticked by seemed to mock me, a relentless reminder of the cruel fate that had befallen me. Struggling against the bonds that held me captive, I could not help but wonder how I had ended up in this nightmarish scenario.Throughout the long and desolate night, not a soul had ventured into the room. My pleas for help were met with a resounding silence, further deepening the sense of isolation that pervaded the air.I needed to go the bathroom but it was not possible unless I'm tied. I was looking straight towards ceiling when the door open
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