Ariana’s POV
Usually, when another entity was close by especially enshrouded with such a demanding aura, I’d notice.
Anyone should notice. Heck I was an exceptionally trained warrior who had willingly undergone one of the most torturous trainings. My senses were always on alert.
Yet, I didn’t notice him until he spoke, until he wanted us to be aware of his physical presence and that startled me—no, it terrified me because in a different situation I’d be dead without a doubt.
This incident led me to another pressing question; who exactly was this man?
With how much aura he was currently possessing, it forced me to focus solely on him. It felt like a tornado, determined to pull everything and everyone to it.
He was closer now and Jasper seemed to have withdrawn farther away from me.
“Hello, princess.” He said, taking a few steps closer, an amused smile dancing on his lips.
I’d always hated being called princess because it signified the odds against me I’d been fighting since birth but not this time. I didn’t hate it.
His eyes were a rare form of ruby that rarely existed. Eyes that contained power only seen in stars, power you couldn’t survive from.
Somehow I wondered how I’d ignored his features last night. Choosing not to be in the least bit attracted to him.
He was tall, but with purpose of intrigue and elegance, his blonde hair packed into a ponytail that I noticed was his signature look. I wanted to see him without it.
He reminded me of something. All warriors began their training in botanies, it was imperative. There was this one plant I was so intrigued by, especially since finding it took a few years, it was deathly poisonous.
I knew about it but it was so beautiful they I touched it, and I remembered getting half poisoned instantly. This felt like that moment when I chose the plant over my own life.
No, it was exactly the same thing. He was an Opium Poppy. A very very dangerous one.
“Why do I smell Lorna’s scent on you?” Jasper glared angrily at him.
“What are you saying?” I asked.
“He,” He pointed at Damon, “He has her scent all over him. What did you do to her you bastard?”
He was causing a scene and I didn’t want any patrol guards to catch a hold of this. “Jasper, calm down before you make any accusations. Let’s get to the bottom of this first.”
“I understand your sentiment, Ariana, but I just lost my child.”
“Truly it was a tragic thing that happened but we shouldn’t make baseless accusations.” I walked up to him, placed my hands on his shoulders and gave the most affirming smile I could. “Let me handle this. Okay?”
He held my hand again, returning the smile with romantic affection. “Okay.”
A piercing chilliness consumed the air and I paused. I took my hands off Jasper and faced the person causing this. The two-faced merchant. He was no longer smiling and his rubies were now illuminating a darker, dangerous shade.
It made me wonder. Did he know his graphic effect on everyone and how easily he could manipulate the situation just by a single change of mood?
I walked closer towards him, not stopping till I was right in front of him, my hand clasped behind my back and an impermeable look in my eyes.
“Damon, right here in this forest you are under trial by my jurisdiction as the princess of the Kingdom of Warwick for the disappearance and hopefully not the murder of Lorna and her unborn child. You are hereby ordered to give account of what transpired or you will be thrown in prison and be given a sentence by the next full moon.”
Leaning his head to meet my gaze, he seemed amused again, the corner of lip stretched in a conniving smirk.
“The question has been asked. Tell me, Jasper, what befitting response should I give the princess?”
“What?” I turned my head to Jasper who was now sweating profusely. His head was hung low to keep me from seeing him but I could tell. He was panicking. But why?
“Jasper, what is he talking about?” I demanded.
He said nothing.
“Princess.” Damon whispered in my ear.
I jumped at the surprise contact and closeness. Also because my ear felt…hot. I fiddled with my ear unconsciously my thoughts thinking back to how divinely husky his voice sounded. Sometimes he resembled a being who had surpassed death.
I cleared my throat. “Before I and Jasper came here, there had been people who had began rumors of me killing Lorna and their unborn child. I’m hereby pleading with you to bring whatever information you have on her disappearance to light. This is for the sake of my honor.”
For some reason I decided to be honest and left my cards wide open. The fear of judgement meant nothing to him so I chose vulnerability. Now it depended on the very core of his values to decide if it worked.
“I would’ve still responded either way but now that you’ve put me in the position of choice I have a request, princess Ariana of Warwick.” I liked the way he said my name with respect. With pride.
“I’ll fulfil whatever request you have.”
“You haven’t fulfilled your order by showing me around the kingdom and palace while I reside here for the mean time. I’m still very much interested and this time, you’ll be hospitable.”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “You’re strange but I accept all your terms.”
He smiled, though curtly. He took a quick glance at Jasper before meeting my eyes again.
“I witnessed a black bear taking the pregnant omega, that is after you left and Jasper ran after you.”
“Was she alive?” I inquired nervously.
“There didn’t seem to be a sign of struggle as the bear dragged her along so that doesn’t seem possible.”
I placed my hands on my forehead, massaging it. A wave of grief and guilt overcame me. Grief for the two lives that was lost and guilt because I was relieved that my honor would be still intact.
I turned to face Jasper. “I am sincerely sorry for your loss…” I wrinkled my face in shock seeing that Jasper did not seem in mourning. He seemed… relieved. Too relieved in fact. What the hell?
Ariana’s POVRegardless of how strange I thought the situation to be, I had a duty to do. I quickly called on a patrol guard, requesting for the presence of about three more on duty guards.“Yes, your highness.” He said, bowing curtly and hurrying off.“What are you planning on doing?” Jasper asked.“We’re going to get Lorna and your unborn child justice. We’ll find the bear.” I turned to Damon, “You said it was a black bear, right?”He nodded in confirmation.“Alright,” I said, pacing around.Something about this didn’t feel right. This was Warwick territory and there was a strict policy that prevented bears or any other wild animal from killing werewolves in our jurisdiction. One hardly saw wild animals or monsters around here.During training wolves had to walk a lot further from the territory to see any wolf animal or bears so how did one, especially one who willingly killed a pregnant omega get so close. Better yet, how did the bear even get in?“Your highness.” I paused in my tr
Jasper’s POVAriana didn’t realize I had been following behind her, even though I had been repeatedly calling after her.What was happening? Why didn’t she notice me?The possibilities were endless but the stranger with the eyes of rubies that reminded me of death came to mind.What game was he playing? Did he want the throne too? I wouldn’t let him. I was the only one who deserved that throne, I’d slaved for nearly all my life for it, being at the foot of that brat.If only I could break her knees then maybe she’d realize she was too fast for a supposed princess. My canines were sharp with anger.I fastened my footsteps, grabbing her right hand by the wrist. Startled, she grabbed my hand on hers using extensive force I didn’t imagine possible. The intense roughness of her grip startled me causing me to instantly regret what I’d done.She twisted my wrist with dense instantaneous pressure just enough to cause pain and restrict my blood flow. I groaned out.“You fucking bi—" In seconds
Damon’s POVI had been cursed with the ailment of longing.Thousands of years accompanied by loneliness had truly driven me mad, yet I couldn’t stop. For the first time in a long time, I dreamt and yearned for someone to be by my side.Was this maddening yearning the punishment I had received from the moon goddess?Even while I departed from Ariana she still overtook my senses and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Then there was the pulverizing anger that came over me anytime I remembered that ugly beta that had sent her into ruins with his actions. The beta she still had affection for.All throughout yesterday she couldn’t leave my mind even while I worked.I remembered not even paying attention to the black shadow when he called to inform of a job well done. All I wanted was to be close to her again and for her to smile at me once more.I couldn’t stop thinking about our day tomorrow and the endless possibilities that came with it. Would she finally notice she was destin
Ariana’s POVUnlike Jasper, I didn’t feel the lingering shadow of doubt every time the merchant spoke and a part of me knew that was dangerous.Why?Truth called to me like the single red thread of fate, and I couldn’t ignore it, the same way I couldn’t ignore him.So while the necklace dangled in front of me, with the initial ‘D’ illuminating with the sun, catching my gaze, my thoughts wandered.Accepting the condition resembled taking one’s life by jumping from the top of a tower and the question here was, would he jump after me, accepting the fate that came with landing?No, I’d be the one watching as he fell, yet drawing me to follow him. What promises could a merchant fulfill and what confidence did he have that leaned me so close to believe in him without a doubt?Questions I’d dreamt of while I slept awakened, sent me in an existential fit.Why was I truly doing this? What was my true ambition? I tried to repeat it to myself.I’m Princess of Ariana, the warrior of the Warwick K
Ariana’s POVMy judgement day had finally arrived. What waited for me down that path? Heaven or Hell? What had the moon goddess decided for me?I held my breath, shutting my eyes briefly as I focused on calming myself.I’d been dreaming of this day for so long it being in front of me felt like a fever dream. It still didn’t feel real, but I knew it was.The heartbeat of beginning thrummed in my chest, letting me know this was the day the skies had chosen. I stood, amidst twenty others, as we were the ones who had made it to the finals.Everyone who came to watch or support were seated while we stood on the stage for their display. The commentator appeared, approaching the pulpit.“I welcome everyone to the most anticipated Royal Final!” The crowd cheered, “We come here every year to watch the geniuses in all the kingdoms far and wide compete to lift their kingdoms to greater heights.” He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbeli
Ariana’s POVI felt insulted… strangely so and it was causing me a nasty headache.For the first time in my life the concept of revenge made sense and I wanted him to eat his words. But right now I wanted him to shut up so I turned, giving him direct orders with my eyes. A simple order for him to fuck off.He said nothing, brushing his shoulders past Jasper as he left. I couldn’t help but think how childish it all was.“Such a child,” I muttered.Just then, two more of the contestants approached me. Immediately I noticed Ronan, giving him a slap on the shoulder.“Here for another defeat?” I joked, rubbing salt on an open wound.“Not this time, Ariana.” He smiled, opening his arms, “Come on, give me a hug.”I enthusiastically did, so relieved to see him. Ronan and I were good friends from such a long time and the first man to still want to remain cordial even though I always beat him in battle. It was so refreshing. Although, he was persistent on marrying me and claimed to love me, a l
Ariana’s POVWithout wasting any more time I got on my feet, surveying the area.All that contained for a vast period of time was grassland and emptiness. I debated on staying right here but knew it was a calling for instant defeat, I needed camouflage and this area didn’t provide any so I began walking. I knew I needed to provide myself a territory.One, to establish security and ward off predators. Two, to kill those predators. And I had to be prepared for when Damon arrived.I knew I didn’t hate him, nor did I dislike him but for some reason I found myself running, isolating myself. Truth was, I was scared, scared of myself and scared of his actions. Before, sincerity always attracted me like bees to a pollinated flower but now I was turning my back against it.When did I become this way?“Ariana, you have lost yourself.” I muttered, trudging along.It didn’t take until the threat of dusk that I found a forest. With my calculation I had been walking approximately six hours, non sto
Ariana’s POVRoman’s eyes widened seeing me, his hand clawing at me to let him breathe.“A…Ariana, please… let me go. I can’t breathe.” He gasped, struggling for air. His clawing at my hand had peeled off my skin.“What did you think you could achieve, Roman?”“I swear I didn’t know,” He held my hand, “I swear!”Tears had began forming from his eyes, “Please don’t let me die like this, I’m begging you.”He wouldn’t last long.“Please! I’d never betray you, you know that.”Jasper had said the same thing.I gritted my teeth, “Is there a way for me to find out?”“No.” He answered, weakly, as though he’d succumbed to his fate.I freed my grip on his throat and he fell to the ground, gasping for air.I turned without a second’s glance, walking away, “Follow me.”I heard him get up on his feet, hurriedly trying to catch up to me. “What trap was that?” He asked, still behind me.“Mud, the kind that sinks you to hell.” I responded.“Damn, you’re malicious.” I couldn’t help it, I smiled.“I’m