Summer had been living in the Lycan kingdom for a few days, and she was not coping well, at all. She has been constantly on edge, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
To make things worse, she had not let her wolf out since she arrived, and her wolf was getting restless. But she could not bring herself to do what she really wanted—to let loose and run into the abyss, never to return again.
She had attempted to leave on the second day when she had been rudely informed by the guards that she was not allowed to leave. Aggravated, she had gone searching for Dominic, but he was barely present in the palace, always doing one work or the other. She had made sure her displeasure was known by being rude to the other Lycans, especially her personal maid, Hilda.
She had been trying to confront him since then, and it seemed as though the goddess was on her side, as an opportunity had finally been presented before her.
She had been strolling around the garden, the only place she was allowed to go outside the confines of the palace building. Coincidentally, she spotted the Lycan king staring at her with a foreign expression.
"Dominic!" She yelled across the garden before she moved towards him.
Hilda stared at her with shock at the tone she had used with their king. She quickly followed after her.
"Wait!" But Summer had already reached the king before the word left her mouth.
Summer sped over to Dominic and gave an annoyed glance to Hilda behind her.
"I've already told you to stop following me around! I want to talk to the king." She said exasperated. At this point, Hilda had begun to feel less like a maid and more like a spy, with how she was never let out of her sight, even for a moment.
"But-" Hilda spluttered with a red face.
Summer huffed, directing her gaze to Dominic, who had been watching the two with an amused glint in his eyes.
Noticing his amusement, she squinted her eyes at him.
"Why am I not allowed to leave? Am I a prisoner here?" She demanded with a scowl.
"And where do you plan to go? Back to your pack?" He asked with raised eyebrows. A frown grew on his face at the thought that Summer was trying to leave him. He would not allow it, not again.
"I can go wherever I want, I just want to leave this place!" She exclaimed, glaring at him.
They both knew that she could not return to her pack.
That look came over his face again, that signified he was using the mind link. After a moment, he gave her a hard stare, replying with just one word: "No!"
She stared at him in shock for a few seconds at his blatant refusal, before she regained her composure.
"What do you mean by no?" But her words only fell on deaf ears, as he had already left while she was gathering her thoughts.
Summer heaved with anger, she refused to be held captive by her pack rivals. And she could not bear the thought of being left in the dark again.
"Asshole!" She screamed into the air, kicking a ceramic vase into the water fountain.
"What have you done?" Hilda shrieked from behind her as she looked at the scene in horror.
Summer felt a twinge of guilt as she looked at the ruined sculpture, but that feeling disappeared as she remembered that she had been forced to stay in the palace.
She ignored her maid's outburst and angrily stormed away from the garden, heading in the direction of her room. She glared at the stupid guards as she passed them, making sure to show her dislike for them.
"You're not supposed to speak to the king like that, it is against the-" Hilda voiced out as she followed her into her room.
"Well, to hell with your stupid laws! I don't even want to be here in the first place!" She cut her off with an intense glare, baring her teeth at her.
Summer was filled with so much anger that she could not contain her emotions.
"Get out!" She demanded, staring straight at the woman.
"But-"
"I said get out!" She thundered, punching a hole into the wall beside her.
Hilda stared at her fist and the wall with fright before she scurried out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Summer let out a scream, throwing a lamp into the mirror. She was still unsatisfied and went about thrashing the room until it was in disarray.
Her mind ran wild with many thoughts racing through her head. She refused to be used as a tool in another person's hands.
She recalled the betrayal of Davina and her mate, their outrageous accusations, and snatching her pack out of her hands. She thought of the people who had beaten her until she lost consciousness.
A tear slid down her face as she remembered her parents, they were the only people she thought she had left, until she discovered that they had been murdered. A sob broke out of her at their loss. She was sure that Alan and Davina must have killed her parents so that they could take over the pack.
She cried for her freedom that had been hijacked from her, she cried for her humiliation; she cried for her mother and father.
Summer remained in that spot for several hours, sending Hilda back when she had come to call her down for dinner. It was only when she caught a glance at the moon outside the window that she rose to her feet.
She walked over to the balcony and stared at the silver moon with tear-stained eyes. Wiping her face with the sleeve of her dress, she had a sudden surge of determination.
"I'm going to avenge my parents and make them pay for everything they did to me, even if it is the last thing I do!" She declared into the night air.
Summer was on the edge of a mental breakdown. After she had made a promise for vengeance the other night, she thought everything would suddenly fall into place, but she was no closer to achieving her goal. This was because there was one person standing between her and her first step to getting revenge–Dominic.He had made it clear that she was not allowed to leave the palace, but she was not going to give up so easily.Something else was bothering her, she would sometimes have these weird dreams that she couldn't understand, but she had a feeling that they were somehow connected to Dominic. Her mind was filled with burning questions and a lot of unpleasant words for him, if only she had gotten the chance to confront him, again.She had tried to speak to the Lycan king every day, but he was never available or barely gave her the time of day. On some rare occasions she would catch sight of him watching her from afar with a distinct look in his eyes, but he would disappear before she cou
"What is so special about her?" Summer snarled, hoping to hear more about the so-called Jessica because she felt her action earlier simply meant that she was related to a higher authority."She is one of the council members' daughters," Hilda replied cautiously, not ready to get on her toes, although she was happy Summer was talking to her calmly.Summer's lips drew back in a snarl. "Just that?" she questioned, wanting to get more information. She saw no reason why Jessica acted like a peacock when she didn't hold any high authority, and, as she saw it, a council member was not high authority to her."She likes the king too," Hilda added, earning a scowl from Summer, whose face was filled with irritation."Gross!" Summer spat, now understanding why Jessica acted that way. Maybe some lycans had told her about the special treatment she was getting in the palace, and that was what was pissing her off."She better stay in her lane and not cross mine to avoid a story that touches the heart
The dreams were back again. This time they came at her more intensely than they had been the last few times she had had them. What the hell was this about her being dressed in ancient regalia?This time, she saw herself dancing and turning around in a cave that was covered with relics. She looked completely different from her normal self. It looked like her soul had left her body and possessed the body of a stranger. A powerful stranger at that because she could feel the energy as it seeped through her veins.Summer kept thinking about it all day; she sat by the table lost in thoughts; she didn't even notice when it was time to take her bath.The soft knock on her door and the sound of the door opening were what signaled to her that Hilda had come in. She had a big kettle in her hand."Ready to take a bath, ma'am?" Hilda asked her with a smile on her lips, but Summer was silent. Hilda noticed this and was puzzled. It was unlike Summer to be completely silent. She probably didn't even
Summer sat in front of the fancy makeup table, her fingers nervously tracing the patterns on the shiny wood as she looked at her reflection.She couldn't stop thinking about her recent argument with Dominic, each harsh word and piercing look replaying in her mind like a tense movie scene. Hilda's warnings echoed in her head, bothering her like an annoying itch.Was she being reckless? Was this her only way to show she was independent when she felt so powerless?The deep green dress she chose for dinner hugged her curves and swept the floor, reminding her of the confidence she had before getting tangled in the tricky world of politics.She sighed and pushed her damp hair back, still smelling faintly of lavender from her bath. Taking a deep breath, she stared into her own eyes, searching for the strength she desperately needed."I won't let anyone control me," she whispered, feeling a rush of determination.After getting ready, excitement surged through her. Would tonight's dinner be a
The guests at the fancy dinner kept chatting and clinking glasses, creating a lively but tense atmosphere. Summer was lost in thought, her heart racing as she tried to handle her tricky situation. Just as she began to understand the conversations around her, a shift in the mood caught her attention.Dominic had taken his seat at the head of the table, scanning the room to ensure the earlier tensions had eased. Summer could feel his strong presence beside her, commanding respect and stirring her curiosity and inner conflict. As she tried to shift her thoughts, a new person entered the dining hall, drawing everyone's attention at once.Jessica made a grand entrance that matched her bold personality. Dressed in a stunning gown that sparkled in the soft light, highlighting her figure, her laughter cut through the quiet conversations. She confidently crossed the room, her eyes gleaming with mischief.Elara's face brightened when she saw her friend approaching. "Hey, Jessica! Right on time!
Summer walked back to her room with slow, deliberate steps, her heart and mind waging a silent war.Half of her was still caught up in the sensation of Dominic's words, the warmth of his smile, and the way his gaze lingered just a little longer than it should have. But the other half? That side of her was seething, berating her for letting any of it get to her.'He's just a smooth talker,' she reminded herself. A manipulator. She couldn't afford to trust him or anyone in this kingdom. Not when her fate was still so uncertain.The door to her chamber creaked as she pushed it open, letting the silence of the room envelop her.She quickly removed her emerald dress, hanging it on the ornate wooden rack by the wall, and slipped into something more comfortable—a simple nightgown. Her fingers absently toyed with the fabric as she sat on the edge of the bed, staring out of the window at the dark, moonlit sky.A light knock came from the door. "My lady," Hilda's voice called from outside. "Do
Summer stormed into Dominic's study, her fists clenched at her sides. Dominic, seated at his desk, barely glanced up from the document he was reading."Summer," he acknowledged coolly. "What brings you here so early?"She didn't bother with pleasantries. "Why is there a guard following me?"Dominic raised an eyebrow and finally looked up. "For your protection.""Protection?" Summer scoffed. "I'm a prisoner here, Dominic. Who do you think you're protecting me from? It's not like I can leave."Dominic leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. "You tried to escape once. Did you think I'd just let you wander freely after that?""I wasn't trying to escape," she snapped. "I wanted to get some air, to think. And now, everywhere I go, there's someone watching me. I can't even breathe without feeling like I'm being spied on."Dominic's expression didn't change. "That's the point. You're not trusted yet, Summer. You're here because I allow it, not because you have some right
Summer stared at Dominic, disbelief clouding her thoughts. "You really want me to leave?" Her voice was laced with frustration. "After everything, you've been hell-bent on keeping me here, and now you're just going to let me walk out?"Dominic's expression was unreadable as he leaned against his desk, arms folded across his chest. "It's your choice, Summer. I'm not going to force you to stay if you don't want to be here.""Since when?" she shot back. "Since when do you care about what I want? You've kept me in this kingdom like a prisoner, and now you suddenly don't care if I leave?""If you leave, I won't stop you." His voice was calm, almost too calm as if he were restraining himself. "But you should know that if you walk out of here, you're on your own. I won't protect you anymore."Summer blinked, processing his words. "Protect me from what?" She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "From who?""From everything out there," he said, his tone clipped. "You're a werewolf in Lycan