FIONA'S POV“I didn't do it!” I screamed, thrashing my arms away from them, kicking, pulling, and screaming as loud as I could, yet no one had listened to me. I'm dragged out by both arms, my feet scratching against the floor. I wasn't scared. But I didn't want people to get wind of the news either,“My lady,” Maya screamed, rushing towards me; I could see sincere worry in her eyes.“I'll get Lady Darla for you now," she screamed as I was dragged away from her sight. Lena was a bitch, but doing this, hurting herself to pin her blame on me, was one of the wildest ideas anyone could ever have.I'm tossed into a dimly lit cell, the coldness of the tiles harshly biting my skin as I fall. Colliding with the floor with a heavy impact, a light wince coursed through my lips as I tried to get off the floor.“Don't beg for help. Don't ask for food. Eat what is given, and if you need to go. There's a bucket in there,” the guard snapped before marching away from me. I jolted backward, seeing a li
MARCELLUS’’ POV.A groan escaped my lips as I reached out for my phone, highlighting from the car with Raymond by my side. It was a good day to go golfing. My best friend and I are against the world.“I need rest; I'll head on to my room now,” Raymond complained, stretching his back.“Rest? All you did was lose,” I teased my daughter.“and all you did was cheat.” He snapped right back, and we both burst into laughter. I made a mental reminder to go on a trip like this twice at least every month; we bonded over the golf, and small talks here and there; he even got himself a lover. One of the neighboring betas daughters, and I had no idea,Although I was no fool, I could tell her relationship had suffered due to his inability to spend time with her; I couldn't roll around in bed with all nine of my mistresses… ten, including Fiona, while he stood guard and did all my jobs. One of these days, after I've gotten rid of the council and their chastises, I would finally be able to give him a
FIONA'S POV.A loud scream coursed through my lips on reflex, in sin to his orders; however, my body had not been lashed. The whip was simply still midway in the air.Isn't he here to punish me? To act out? To blame me“What are you doing?” I asked, his fingers hastily pressed gently against my lips.“Don't say a word. I need them to think I lashed you,” he blurted out. I corked my brows, too stunned to speak; now things were winding out of hand pretty fast, and judging from the glint in his eyes, I could tell he was having a blast at the moment.“What are you up to, Marcellus? Didn't Darla get to you already?” I asked, and he let go of the whip in his grasp leaning his back against the wall with a smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.“I did; she explained petty tricks to me, which is why you have to do just as I tell you.” He entrusted his chin to my hair now, causing me to immediately realize how tall and muscular this man was.We've had sex now. But I still couldn't get my head
MARCELLUS’ POVRaymond had approached as soon as I walked out of the room; three maids passed me with a bow before heading toward Fiona.“I'm sorry, Your Highness, I had fallen asleep as I got into the room, earlier on, I just got the wind of the news as I woke." Raymond apologized, closing in the space between us,I made a sharp turn towards my study; he walked in behind me, looking just as worried as I was. I punched against the table, seething with rage, those bastards, they had me cornered.“What will I do, Raymond?.I'm lost and confused, and I see no way out this time,” I admitted staring intently at him; a groan coursed through my lips; I had no idea what I was doing.“Who did it? I'm sure Miss Fiona didn't... or did she?” Raymond asked, staring wide-eyed at me. I shook my head, nodding negatively.“No, she didn't, although I'm uncertain why Lena had done something as horrible as that. I know she's goal-driven and gritty even, but that far? I had no idea she could drive herself
FIONA'S POV.My heartbeat picked its pace as I pulled off my top, slowly I did the same with my panties, and; finally, I was bare before them, naked. They were women, but it was the first time in a long while since anyone had ever bathed me.“Lady Fiona.” The first of the three girls had spoken, stretching forth her hands toward the ub, although it was obvious they had stolen lots of cautious gazes at me, yet it still seemed as though they were careful of being caught. I doubt I had anything to do with it; it was probably because it all started with an order from Marcellus, and they had to be orderly and not screw up in any possible way.A loud whine coursed through my lips as soap eased down my body; it had stung harder than I thought. She was quick to wash away the lather of soap on my skin, now shivering as she begged continuously.“I'm sorry, my lady, I don't mean to hurt you; I... will be careful next time”. She pleaded, her head bowed. At first, I felt pity for her; usually, I w
FIONA'S POV.“They all call you a witch, you know?” Maya whispered, easing herself into the chair beside me. She looked uneasy; on her toes, she wasn't relaxed. I didn't like this progress. Maya would usually be bickering around now causing a fuss and filling me on whatever gossip the maids had to tender.“You can relax, Maya, I won't bite you, not you, maybe others, but please, I was poisoned, and then I was framed. You were there and saw it too; you know better. I have to act tough for a few days, or they'll all walk all over me." I exclaimed,Then the light came to her eye once again, I could see her countenance brighten up after listening to my words.“Finally I can breathe. I knew something was odd with their descriptions; it sounded like they were spinning lies off the web, but I couldn't say anything. I wasn't certain either; besides, I have it in bed; they'll hate me more than they do if I try defending you.” Maya complained with a pout. She looked adorable, escaping my lips a
FIONA POV. My gut twisted hearing those words; it wasn't the physical pain he had caused me that bothered me; it was, in fact, I didn't like the manner in which he had spoken. I didn't like it; this act was going too far, but even so, I contemplated what to say or do; it wasn't seeming to be an act anymore.Yet he wouldn't do that to me, right?“Well, don't just stand there like a mute and come with me now! " he ordered sternly, not sparing me a glance. My body shook, as though there was friction in my feet. I dragged myself behind him, pain stabbing away at my sides.I feel myself briefly at a loss for words; he wasn't saying anything, his eyes were pinned ahead, and I could only walk in hisSomething was off; I wanted to reach out to him, to ask him if something had happened to piss him off. I wanted to do anything but imagine the worst, but it seemed as though there was a gap between us.“Come on, move faster, pipsqueak.”Pipsqueak? That had done it, broken me, he stopped by the d
FIONA'S POV.“Fine, get out, both of you. Lena needs to rest; besides, I could care less about what she does with her time or where she goes; she's probably going to put you in harm's way as well.” Marcekkus deadpanned, his gaze stiffened; our eyes locked for a moment, and all I could see was irritation in them; he must really loathe me.I swallowed a lump in my throat, trying back to hold my tears; he wasn't worth it; no one was. Rachel lowered his gaze to match mine, a reassuring smile on his lips as he locked his eyes into mine.“Common, let's go.” He whispered, drawing me closer to himself, neither of us saying a thing to the other as we walked out of the door, and down the corridor, we approached the garage, and he had the gesture that I settled into the seat as he held out the door for me. “I don't... Are you sure this is a good idea? I really don't want you getting in your arms or hurting out. I stuttered out, my voice thinning out as I spoke.“Just get in, Fiona! Don't make m
MARCELLUS’ POV.The world around me was chaotic. I held Fiona in my arms, her body limp and lifeless. Blood soaked my hands, her shirt, and the floor. My mind screamed at me to do something, to fix this, but for the first time in my life, I felt utterly powerless. “Get the car ready!” I barked at the couple, my voice trembling with urgency. The woman, pale and shaking, nodded and ran outside while her husband brought towels. “Press this against the wound!” he shouted, handing me a bundle of fabric. I did as he said, applying pressure to her side. Fiona’s blood seeped through the towel almost instantly. My chest tightened as I looked at her face. She was so pale, her breathing shallow. “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t you dare leave me, Fiona. Don’t you dare.” The minutes felt like hours, but finally, the car screeched to a stop outside the house. I carried her out, cradling her as if she might shatter, and laid her gently in the back seat. “Drive!”
FIONA'S POV.The sun poured through the window, bathing the room in golden light. I stretched my arms above my head and smiled to myself. The past few days had been peaceful, almost like a dream. The couple who had taken me in were kind, their warm smiles and gentle voices making me feel safe. For the first time in a long while, I felt free. I busied myself organizing the small space they’d given me. The bed was neatly made, and my clothes were folded into the old wooden dresser by the corner. I glanced around the room, feeling a sense of accomplishment. Everything looked perfect. On the bedside table, a vase held a single sunflower. I had picked it from the garden that morning, and its bright yellow petals seemed to brighten the entire room. I hummed a tune as I moved about, wiping down surfaces and arranging the few belongings I had. My heart felt light, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so content. As I placed a book on the small shelf by the window, a sudden n
MARCELLUS’ POV.The early morning sun barely lit up the study when I slammed the report onto my desk. My head was pounding, my patience stretched thin. Days of searching and still no sign of Fiona. It was unacceptable. Made me feel more miserable.I barely slept a wink, it had begun taking its toll on me, I felt miserable, I was the alpha and yet I couldn't even find my mate, just one thing that finally belonged to me, one person with whom I shared my soul with was never to be foundMy incompetence mocked me, Raphael had searched around the mountains, and the woods, and extended his armies yet nothing had been found, and now it was draining me,I rubbed my temples, trying to make sense of the scattered leads my men had brought in. Each report felt like a dead end, a cruel reminder that she was slipping further out of my grasp. The thought of her out there alone, unprotected, drove me mad. A knock on the door broke my thoughts. “Enter,” I barked, my tone harsher than I intended. T
MARCELLUS POV. The warm sunlight brushed against my face, nudging me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, I felt disoriented. The soft, unfamiliar bed beneath me, the faint smell of lavender in the air—it was nothing like the cold, suffocating walls of the pack house I had known. Slowly, the events of the past day pieced themselves together in my mind. I had run away. I had been found. I sat up, the cozy quilt slipping off my shoulders. The room around me was simple but inviting, with wooden furniture and a vase of fresh flowers by the window. It felt strange to wake up in a place that didn’t carry the weight of judgment or whispers behind closed doors. A part of me wanted to sink back into the bed and never leave. Voices from downstairs caught my attention, and I climbed out of bed, stretching my stiff limbs. My borrowed dress hung neatly over the chair, a soft blue fabric that smelled like detergent and warmth. As I slipped it on, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker
MARCELLUS’ POV The search continued, not seeming to end soon. Every passing hour without a single lead on Fiona's whereabouts chipped away at my mental stability. Reports came in regularly—territories checked, patrols doubled—but they all said the same thing: no trace of her. My frustration was increasing, not at the effort of my men, but at myself. I had failed her. Sitting in my study, the air felt heavy with the weight of my decisions. I stared at the phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over Raphael’s contact. I had already called him earlier, several times, but there had been no answer. I couldn’t wait any longer. Swallowing my pride, I dialed his number again, pacing the length of the room as it rang. One ring. Two. Five. Still nothing. My hand clenched around the phone, and I nearly hurled it across the room. But then I stopped myself, letting out a frustrated sigh. I couldn’t afford to lose control now. Not when Fiona was still out there, alone and possibly in danger.
MARCELLUS’ POV The study was dim, lit only by the soft, flickering glow of the fire. Shadows danced on the walls as I stared at the mountain of paperwork in front of me. Documents about rogue sightings, territorial disputes, and pack finances lay scattered across the desk. They demanded my attention, yet my mind refused to focus. I leaned back in my chair, pinching the bridge of my nose. The weight of my responsibilities pressed down on me like an iron chain. Every decision felt heavier these days, and no matter how hard I worked, the burdens only seemed to grow. And then there was Fiona. Her face, her voice, her very existence haunted me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. But I had no right to think of her, no right to care—not after what I’d done to her. The sharp rap of knuckles against the door startled me from my thoughts. I frowned, irritation rising. “Who is it?” I barked. Before I could receive an answer, the door burst open, and Darla stormed in. Her urgency wa
DARLA’S POV. The journey back to the pack house was filled with mixed emotions. Leaving my parents behind was never easy, especially when my mother was still recovering. But I’d done everything I could for her, ensuring she had the medicine and care she needed before I left. As I approached the pack grounds, the familiar sights and sounds of home greeted me. The towering trees, the scattered houses, the faint rustle of the wind—it was all comforting yet tinged with a sense of unease. Something felt off, though I couldn’t quite place what. After handing my bags to a nearby omega to take to my quarters, I made my way inside the pack house. The grand halls were quiet, the air thick with tension. It wasn’t unusual, given the recent events—the Luna ceremony, Raphael’s departure, and the ever-present whispers of unrest. I headed straight for my room, hoping to freshen up and settle in before checking on Fiona. The thought of her brought a small smile to my face. Fiona had always been
FIONA'S POV.The city lights blurred in the distance as I trudged down the road, my legs feeling like they would give out any moment. The cold bit at my skin through my thin sweater, and my stomach growled angrily, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since the night before. I kept moving, though every step felt heavier than the last. The sound of passing cars in the distance grew faint as I stumbled further into what seemed like a quiet neighborhood. The towering buildings gave way to smaller homes, their windows glowing warmly against the night. But I didn’t belong here. I didn’t belong anywhere. A sharp pain shot through my foot, and I winced, realizing I’d stepped on a jagged rock. I leaned against a nearby tree, my vision blurring as exhaustion finally caught up to me. The last thing I remembered was the world tilting and the ground rushing up to meet me. --- When I opened my eyes, I was no longer outside. Instead, I found myself in a small, cozy room. The walls were pain
FIONA’S POV I woke up to the sound of Maya’s hesitant knock on my door. My body felt heavy, as if I’d been carrying a weight too big for me to bear. The moment I opened my eyes, the room felt colder and emptier. Something was wrong, but I didn’t know what.“Come in,” I croaked, my voice hoarse from last night’s tears.Maya stepped in, her eyes darting nervously. She was wringing her hands, and the look on her face sent a chill down my spine.“Miss Fiona,” she started, her voice trembling, “I… I thought you should know. Raphael… he’s gone. He left early this morning. I overheard the guards talking. He’s not coming back to the pack.”Her words hit me like a punch to the stomach. My heart sank, and my vision blurred with tears I hadn’t realized were forming. “He’s gone?” I whispered, my voice shaking.Maya nodded, her expression full of pity. “Yes, miss. He left for his own pack. He didn’t tell anyone goodbye.”I sat there, frozen, as the reality of her words sank in. Raphael had left w