CHAPTER TWENTY THREE HAZEL I stared at my reflection in the mirror unable to believe my eyes. I wore the dress Darius sent to me earlier this morning. It was an emerald green floor length evening gown made with silk fabric, it has a subtle neckline and delicate straps that drape over the shoulder. The bodice is fitted, accentuating the curves with a low back design that dips down to the waist. It has a long train attached to it.Britney did my makeup and hair. Thankfully, she was able to cover the red marks on my face with make up. She packed my hair into a bun leaving a few strands on my face. “You look so beautiful, ma'am.” She gushed. “Thank you, Britney.” I replied giving her a small smile. “You should go downstairs. His Majesty is waiting by the car.” She said. I grabbed the green purse on the dresser and wore the high heels. I wobbled slightly as I made to stand up. “Careful ma'am,” Britney said as she steadied me on my feet. “Thank you.” I took one last l
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR HAZEL I swallowed as his deep grey eyes found us, and if they had been headed in another direction, they obviously didn't show it. Adam didn't even notice Darius at first. His cold gaze was left for me and me alone.I swallowed, reminding myself Darius was right next to me, and no matter how angry Adam could be, nothing would happen to me.Darius placed a hand on mine. “King Darius?” The woman in the couple we were talking to called softly, and cautiously, her brown eyes large as she hoped she was soft enough. Darius didn't even look at her as she spoke, “Mr. And Mrs. Chester. I believe I'll see you later.” Like that, he tugged on my arm gently, and we didn't wait for the trio to walk to us. We walked to them, and midway, we stopped. “Well, well, well,” Darius drawled, placing both his hands into his pockets,“King Darius.” Adam greeted, with a little bow, and turned to fix me a cold look. Darius' eyes narrowed, clearly hating the disdain in Adam
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE HAZELAurora was with her dancing partner, twirling and gracing the dance floor. I cleared my throat, “Shall—we?” I asked, a little hesitantly, my fingers feeling the need to fidget. Darius gave his easy smile, and swept me off the floor in a dance. Dancing was new to me. I'd only watched it in movies, thinking it'd be easy to repeat the steps, but no. It was not. It was as hard as a beginner walking on seven-inch heels. Darius chuckled when I faltered, and went red. “Difficult much?” He asked softly, with a smile. “Well, maybe. I haven't really danced much, so it's unfamiliar.” I replied, keeping a wary eye on Aurora. “How about we move? That end looks beautiful.” I offered, chuckling awkwardly. He cocked his head, raising a brow, before suddenly barking out a laugh. Wow… Did he have to be so handsome even while laughing? From close-up, he was simply breathtaking. “You want us to move to that end? To dance? Because it's beautiful?”“Yeah.” I rep
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXDARIUSI made my way across the crowd to the figure in a long white jacket. He was clinking glasses with a Luna from another pack, his grin a little flirty and contagious enough for the Luna to forget her husband was in the same gathering.Her smile ran down the moment she saw me, and she straightened up, dropping her glass. “Good evening, my lady. I'm assuming your discussion with Liam is over, as I'd like to take your place.” I said, without a hint of softness.Liam closed his eyes with a sigh, as the Luna shot him a little annoyed glance. She turned back to me, and forced a little smile. “As you wish, King Darius.”“And what do you think you're doing?” Liam asked me, immediately she left, and I took her drink, sipping it gently.“We need to talk. You know it too.”“I'd rather we talk with blades, bullets, and armor.”“I'd rather we use words. Trust me, your men want to live longer. Don't tell me you want to vanquish your Army in a little clash, and then when an
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVENHAZEL{MINUTES BEFORE}“What exactly are you doing?” I asked, my voice rising by the second.“You're the one I've been looking for. So, I'm doing exactly what I want to do with you.”A shaky scoff left me. He must be joking. Turning on my heels, I made for the door, only to feel a hand close around my arm, yanking me backwards. I screamed, as he wrapped me in his arms.“I never thought— I’d want you. Being for the rogue King— makes it sweeter, I guess.” He rasped, pausing in-between his sentences to force kisses on my neck. My back was to his chest, and his hand had gripped my chin upwards as he pressed more kisses on my neck. My nails scratched and tore at his skin repeatedly, as I couldn't open my mouth to scream due to the force. Then he forced me into the wall, and bit my neck, letting out a loud sound of pleasure. I couldn't even try to knock sense or fear into him with words, as my breasts painfully pressed against the wall. Then he suddenly took me, and t
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTHAZELI let him drag me along without any issues. Anything I could do to make myself seem like the innocent person I truly was, I was eager to do it. Because at the moment, I was trembling vividly. The man's head had turned completely to the back as Darius' claws went through skin, tissue, blood, and bone.What if he would do the same to me? Those same claws had beheaded that man in the dungeon not too long ago.Melissa locked eyes with me, her expression unfathomable, like there were a million thoughts going on inside her head. Everyone followed after us, until we gathered back at the hall. Us in the center, with everyone else keeping a good distance away from us.The elders with grim expressions sat on high-backed chairs, looking down at us from where they sat. Darius stood firm, and confident, still giving the thorniest look I'd ever seen in all my life, while me, next to him, cowered, not wanting to think of his bloody hands holding mine so hard that there w
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEHAZELI love you. I love you.Those words resounded in my head as the breeze blew into the room, billowing the curtains in waves. Looking into Darius' eyes, no one needed to tell me it was the truth. He was sincere.His hands still holding mine burned, and my gaze fell to his lips, feeling my heart pound in the hollow of my chest. I wanted to kiss him. Even though he had brutally murdered someone, and the dried blood was evident on the face, my heart still moved for him. He was my mate after all, and I couldn't deny the magnetic attraction I felt for him. Darius left my hand gently, and rubbed his thumb across my neck. “You're hurt.” He said, and I winced. It was where that nasty man had bit me. “It’s nothing. What do we do about your punishment?” He led me to the bed, ignoring my question, and sat me on it, before moving around the room to get a first-aid box. Sitting next to me, he opened the box.“I bet they're so happy, and will start looking for punishm
CHAPTER THIRTYMELISSAMy glass hit the wall, and shattered into splinters, showering to the marble floor, while he stood by the window, his back to me, as he sipped wine.“So what are we going to do now?” I asked, running a hand through my hair. “Nothing.”“You can't tell me ‘nothing’!”“It was all your idea, Melissa. Fix your mess.”“How is it my mess? I certainly didn't think Darius would be reckless enough to actually murder someone at a place and time as scared as the pre-blood celebration.”“But you started this.”“Yes! Crane shouldn't have undressed her like that. Fine, her hair was rough, but he should have been the one with his chest in the open, and they should have been in a kiss.”“What sensible person would still kiss while the door was still being hit? Are you actually blaming Crane?” Jake asked, turning around from the window, with brows crossed. “You should watch the way you talk. My colleague is dead because of your stupid plan.”“Don't be sentimental. Crane wanted h
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINEHAZEL'S POV {One Year Later}I pushed the baby in the cot, hearing him moan and look up at me with twinkling eyes. “Sweet Dennis, you know you want to sleep. Don't give mom a headache. You know I should be with the twins, right? It's their birthday, and you had me with you all day.” I said, touching his cheeks, and he giggled. His giggle— my freedom.After Xander had been banished, and Melissa had been cast into the dungeon, I'd been so traumatized. She'd truly given birth to a baby, but it had been given to Xander. That was the last thing Darius could do to compensate him as a Beta as he sent him off to never return. As for Melissa? She remained in the dungeon. The moment she gave birth to the baby, she hated it. She complained the baby didn't give her freedom and seeing it made her remember Xander whom she painted to be a traitor and a snitch. Staying in the dungeon had broken her and the maids whispered of how she murmurs inaudible words,
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHTMELISSA'S POV I yawned, stepping out of the room to get myself something to eat. Perhaps, it was just my intuition, but the house felt strangely quiet. The fridge light reflected on my face as I pulled it open, and I saw that Hazel's food for the day hadn't been given to her. “Are you planning to starve her now that we're going to kill her?” I called out, “Well, good riddance!”My voice bounced back to me in echoes, and I stepped back, “Xander?” My feet crossed the living room quickly to the room he usually slept, and I pushed open the door. He wasn't there. Did he really go to a hotel, or was he down in the basement with Hazel?Turning around, I went straight to the basement, and pushed it open, looking inside as I switched on the light. Hazel wasn't there!It hit me like a bolt of terror. “Xander! Hazel!” I called into the empty basement as if they would reply from some hiding place.“No, no! Stop thinking crazy thoughts, Melissa!” Quickl
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVENHAZEL’S POV I couldn't believe it when Xander was loosing the ropes from me. I was finally free. My hands were so white, and devoid of blood, completely lifeless. After freeing my legs, he helped me rise to my feet, but I fell back almost immediately. He caught me, and we waited a while for me to be able to regain the feeling in my legs. Walking was strange and difficult after being tied up for so long, but after taking a few steps, I finally began to get the hang of it, my heart pounding in excitement as we left the house. Xander took me in his car to the mansion, and I rubbed my hands in anxiety. I would see my kids. I would see Darius. Night had fallen completely by the time we got to the mansion, and when the guards at the gate saw Xander, they gave a signal, and different guards came out from different angles, surrounding us with weapons trained on us. “Beta Xander, you have been…” A guard began.“I know. I know… just take me to the Kin
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXXANDER’S POV As Melissa walked past me, my hands balled into a fist, and shook so much that I couldn't even find a way to calm myself. She had crossed the line. She had done way too much. She had said way too much!My chest burned intensely, as a wild heat rampaged around, spreading deep within me, like a fire racing down a forest, burning everything in sight. Damn everything. Damn it all. I wouldn't let her have what she wanted. My baby! She was going to give it to Darius. And then killed Hazel? That was impossible. Yes, I'm mad at Hazel, but I still love her and wouldn't just let her die. The thought ate at me for hours, digging deep inside of me, probing me, disturbing me, until I finally realized I couldn't stay still. Hazel couldn't just die like that. I know it sounds crazy to not want her dead after everything she did to me, but for the sake of the past… perhaps just for the past…I stormed down to the basement where she stayed tied u
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE MELISSA’S POV Yes, Three long weeks went past, and my life became so static, and stagnant. Seeing Hazel’s face everyday honestly made me want to puke. At times, I’d meet her praying for her kids, and that would anger me more. She’d become a kind of punching bag for me because I vented my full anger on her whenever I felt like it. As for Xander, I didn’t know how he was doing it. For the time being, there was no trouble even with Darius having the kids, so I guessed all was going well. Perhaps he’d been avoiding Darius, although that was almost impossible and risking.However, how he handled it wasn’t really my problem. The only thing he’d become useful for was pleasing my body’s sexual desires. When he wasn’t doing that, everything else he was doing naturally became annoying. That very morning, I woke with a fever; something that was very rare for me to have. I got up, took some water, but my headache only got worse. Eventually, I crawled back
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR DARIUS’ POV {Three Weeks Later}The last three weeks that passed were hectic. Azel was still so closed off, and wouldn’t talk to me. He would not eat, and get me worried so much that I’d have to ask Theresa to find out what he wants, and take care of him so he wouldn’t get sick. Recently, things got worse. Azella, who was the more receptive one suddenly locked herself up, and wouldn’t leave her room. It was what baffled me the most, and caused me sleepless nights. A knock sounded on my door, and Theresa came in, holding Azel, who had a lollipop in his mouth, and a scowl on his face. “Yes?” “You asked for my report. Azella still won’t come out, and keeps crying. She won't let anyone talk to her.” She said, and I pushed aside the hectic work on my desk, with a sigh, before rising to my feet. Damn. My men were all over, looking for Melissa now. She’d simply gone off the grid. Her phone was untrackable. All of her records were blank. How she did
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THREE DARIUS’ POV {The Previous Day}My heart stirred as I beheld the two children before me. My kids. Seeing the girl again, my resemblance was present in her shining face. And the boy… he was a combination of me and Hazel. They were really my kids—my heirs. They were… mine. The feeling in my chest felt tight. Like I couldn’t breathe. Just the pain of seeing them so close to me. I’d missed so many important things in their lives. Things I wanted to do with my heirs—take first steps, go out somewhere nice, hear them call my name. The girl smiled happily, her cheeks turning a deep pink as her adorable smile reached her ears. However, the boy had a deep-seated frown on his face, making him look more like me instead of Hazel. I raised my hand, and the guards following all came to stand behind me.“Take the kids in. Give them to Theresa. Food, water, clothes, a bed… give them everything they need.” I said, and they nodded, going to the kids. Azella'
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWOMELISSA'S POV Damn it. I was drunk.She was probably not in her right senses too. The silence was too thick, and my eyes fell on his lips. Firm, smooth, full… like a magnetic attraction, I was drawn to them, and couldn't take my eyes off them. And he made the move. He placed his hand behind my head, and bent to kiss me. It was when his lips touched mine that I knew it—my body ached to be loved. It ached to be wanted, wanted to be remembered. I'd spend so many years aching for Darius who never looked my way that I forgot what my body craved, and needed. My tears dropped as the kiss between me and Xander ran deeper, like we wanted to devour the whole of us, tongues gliding over tongues, over lips. My hands found the hardness of his chest, roaming around it as the feet seemed to pull out from underneath me. I fell against him, and he supported me, since the world was becoming unstable. My fingers ended up ripping his buttons, pulling his shirt
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONEMELISSA'S POV PRESENTLY “The kids are what?” I asked, shocked. “Missing for three days.” My whole world crashed on me. They were dead. Two malnourished kids on their own for three days. They were dead. What would I do? My hands slowly threaded into my hair. If Darius ever found out…What would be my plan? What exactly was the whole plan from the start. Darius was never supposed to find out. He found out, and ruined everything. His patience would soon wear thin. He would soon realize that I would never ask for anything, and all I wanted was their deaths. What exactly was my plan?My hands fell limply to my sides, and I turned away from my parents, feeling the devastation continue to creep on me, snatching my chest in its iron grip. “Melissa! Where are you going in that manner? You…”“Don't act like you care! You ruined me!” I screamed, without even looking back. I needed to think. There was no way I'd see the twins if I wanted to start search