Marcus waits for me as I rush the toast and coffee. I overslept and when I woke up it was almost 10am.Wesley had left some bread for me. I helped myself with eggs from the kitchen and prepared my breakfast.Marcus came when I was halfway through."I'm done""Okay, let's go"He directs me through a different route, going further into parts of the pack I didn't know existed.Whosoever designed the architect of the pack must be a controversial art lover.I'm distracted by the unusual patterns ,that I forget to ask Marcus where we are going.We pass a few pack members and the wave to their Beta who in turn horns to acknowledge them.The car comes to a stop near the woods. I finally break out of my trance."Where are we going?""You'll see." We continue our short journey through the woods. I can hear the unmistaken music of flowing water.When it finally comes into view I'm awed." Beautiful, I know. Still gets me everytime" Marcus chips in Crystal clear water falls from the fountain, g
“Move already!” I muttered under my breath, frustration bubbling over as I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, staring at the taillights of the car in front of me.The traffic hadn’t moved in what felt like an eternity.I leaned forward, peering through the windshield as if somehow that would make the line budge. Nothing. Finally, I slammed my hand on the horn, earning a scornful look from the driver to my right.I was hopelessly impatient, though I didn’t like to admit it. I couldn’t say this was atypical behavior for me, but I had a good reason.Today was my marriage anniversary.Marcus and I had been married for two years, and seventy percent of the time, he was the perfect husband.He knew all the most romantic restaurants in town, still surprised me with flowers, and when he asked about my day, he actually listened to my answers and asked appropriate follow-up questions.But thirty percent of the time, he was so stubborn, I could scream.Lately, there had been a few hiccups
My head spinned as I saw and heard his reaction to the news I told him. I had been expecting him to be as surprised as I was but this new coldness was surprising. He knew what was going on.“Babe, what do you mean by that,” I asked with a straight face but inwardly I was scared of the answer I was going to get because I had a vague idea of what he was going to say.“There’s this new business idea…,” He started to say but I cut him off before he could continue.“Oh no, not again. I thought we were over this. You promised it would never happen again without you consulting me first.”The hiccups in our marriage so far had been arguments about finances. Marcus had a small investment company which he had started shortly before we got married. Though he was very secretive about the details of how it ran, it was clear that it wasn't fetching much. It wasn't the only business he had, there were several other things he began and left halfway. Since he had access to my accounts, thousands of do
The world came back to me, blurry at first but gradually sharpening into focus. I was surprised to see myself on the floor, my back against the bed frame. As I tried to stand up, my head throbbed sharply and I ceased moving instantly."Anna, are you okay?" I heard Marcus' voice. I blinked, trying to steady myself, and saw him kneeling beside me, a damp washcloth in his hand.His face hovered above mine, his expression unreadable. His brow furrowed in what might have been concern but it was hard to tell from this angle."What happened?" I murmured, feeling disconnected from everything around me."You fainted," Marcus said, his tone curt, as if stating a fact rather than expressing worry. "It seems you passed out sometime when I was away. It's been three hours since I left. When I came back, you were out cold."I struggled to sit up, and he helped me into a sitting position. My eyelids were heavy when suddenly the incident that had happened before I lost consciousness came back to me. T
Marcus handed me the papers without a word. His expression was calm and there was no warmth or regret in his face. It was as though he had rehearsed this moment. I stared at the stack of documents, my heart thudding in my chest. Divorce papers. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it after everything that had happened, but seeing them in front of me drove home the feeling of abandonment.I had been thinking that it was something I could work out but this was the end."Sign them," he said coldly.I couldn’t speak a word and my hands shook as I reached for the pen he offered. My eyes went to his face, searching for any sign of hesitation but there was nothing. Just that blank, indifferent stare.As I resolved to sign it, I thought about all the times we’d laughed together, the nights we had stayed up talking about our future, and the promises we’d made. I thought about how I’d loved him, even after the arguments, after the lies, after everything. Each stroke of the pen felt like anot
Dorian's POV The view from my office window never gets old. A skyline of glass and steel, lately it has become something of a hobby of mine to watch the view every day. It is therapeutic, to say the least. It was just when the rest of the working populace was starting their day and as I looked down on them from my vantage point, I tried to guess what they did for a living. One would think you could size up the working force by their clothing but you'd be dead wrong. The higher-ups sometimes wore scrawny outfits, while those at the bottom dressed sharply to impress. You could usually tell by their walking pace, their eyes, and, of course, their cars. Not that I later found out if I was right or not, I could be wrong for all I know. With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window, letting the heavy silence of my office settle over me. The day was just beginning but I was already bored. My spacious office is a symbol of wealth—Italian leather, rare art pieces, polished mahogany
Anna’s POV“You can go on now, he's ready to see you, his office is that door over there,” The lady with a tablet who I assumed to be Dorian's P.A told me after speaking into an intercom.“Thank you,” I said, rising to my feet. I was relieved as I prepared to go in. It was a good thing I had come early because I had been stopped and interrogated severally on the ground floor before making my way up here.They took security seriously which was understandable given their large size. Dorian was a household name when it came to business as a whole as they dabbled in different things. It was a surprise that I had never associated Daniel with the family while in school. It only showed how humble he was or maybe it was for his own security as our school hadn't exactly been Ivy league worthy.I watched the girl scurry away to attend to other business as she jabbered to someone through the airpod she was wearing.I reached the office, inhaled deeply and then knocked. I had a baritone voice f
Anna's POVI was trying to process what had happened at the office with Dorian. I had gone to his office to seek help and had gotten a job offer instead. Something in his tone suggested to me that it wasn't just a passing thought or a hasty decision done in the heat of the moment. Dorian seemed like someone adept at reading people and who only took decisions after carefully weighing his options. He was serious, and that both excited and scared me.As I walked down the street, I fumbled with my phone, pulling up Daniel's number. I needed to talk to someone, and who better than the person who has linked me up with Dorian in the first place.The phone rang twice before his familiar voice came through. "Anna? How did it go?"I exhaled, leaning against a lamppost as the busy city bustled around me. "It went... different than I expected," I admitted, my voice still a little shaky from everything I was feeling."Different how? Did he turn you down," he asked. His tone was soft, but I cou
Marcus waits for me as I rush the toast and coffee. I overslept and when I woke up it was almost 10am.Wesley had left some bread for me. I helped myself with eggs from the kitchen and prepared my breakfast.Marcus came when I was halfway through."I'm done""Okay, let's go"He directs me through a different route, going further into parts of the pack I didn't know existed.Whosoever designed the architect of the pack must be a controversial art lover.I'm distracted by the unusual patterns ,that I forget to ask Marcus where we are going.We pass a few pack members and the wave to their Beta who in turn horns to acknowledge them.The car comes to a stop near the woods. I finally break out of my trance."Where are we going?""You'll see." We continue our short journey through the woods. I can hear the unmistaken music of flowing water.When it finally comes into view I'm awed." Beautiful, I know. Still gets me everytime" Marcus chips in Crystal clear water falls from the fountain, g
Anna's POV He nods . "The training will help you to defend yourself and your pack in case of attacks."Marcus doesn't go easy on me. Each time he wins me in a combat ,he makes me run across the almost shallow spring.I'm beginning to detest the river ,my sole aches and so does everything in me."Let's keep going Suzy. Trust your senses and make good use of your speed"Damn you Marcus. Damn you .We take a break by past mid-day."Let's go grab lunch and we will continue. " "Is there even anything consumable in the cabin" I ask while trying to catch my breath." Yup , there should be."The only thing edible are pack of cereals and canned food." So Wesley own the place"Marcus " He owns a whole pack, what's a cabin house.Offcourse,I didn't think of that."How long have you know him""We grew up together . I was always going to be his Beta"."And Eve? Did she grow up here"He frowns." Going on a questioning spree"The room remains silent with only the music of the waterfall."I'm sor
Anna's POV As the group finalized their plans, Legris introduced his companions more formally. “This is Lira,” he said, nodding toward the tall woman with the scar. “She’s our frontline defender, best at blocking attacks and holding the line.”Lira gave Neron a curt nod, her sharp eyes assessing him with the gaze of a seasoned warrior.“And this is Aldric,” Legris continued, gesturing to the archer. Aldric was a lean man with sharp features, his bow slung casually over his shoulder. He gave Neron a half-smile. “I’m the one who’ll be keeping the monsters at bay from a distance. Good to have you on board.”Neron returned their nods, keeping his expression neutral. He appreciated their skills, but he wasn’t here to make friends. This was a job, nothing more.Legris seemed to pick up on Neron’s cold demeanor but didn’t let it deter him. “Don’t worry,” he said with a grin, “I vouched for you. They trust my judgment.”Neron simply shrugged. “Let’s just get this over with.”Legris chuckle
Anna's POV Lily shouted out as he got to his feet and fell down again.She rushed quickly to his side and held him while he coughed out blood.It was clear that she was distressed over his condition as she threw caution to the wind not caring that she was in the midst of a battle.“Are you okay? How's your breathing? How many fingers am I holding up,” She inquired as she looked him over.Neron didn't know which of the questions to reply to as he found her reaction to be over the top.Even though he was hurt, he wasn't at the point of death or anything to warrant the care she was showing.He appreciated her concern but he wanted to tell her to concentrate on fighting but he couldn't bring himself to form the words.As she busied herself with inspecting him, the scarf on her head came undone and her red hair flowed freely.Below her, Neron gasped in surprise as he saw her face clearly for the first time.She quickly grabbed the scarf back and put it on but the secret was already out.I
Anna's POV “Neron!”Lily shouted out as he got to his feet and fell down again.She rushed quickly to his side and held him while he coughed out blood.It was clear that she was distressed over his condition as she threw caution to the wind not caring that she was in the midst of a battle.“Are you okay? How's your breathing? How many fingers am I holding up,” She inquired as she looked him over.Neron didn't know which of the questions to reply to as he found her reaction to be over the top.Even though he was hurt, he wasn't at the point of death or anything to warrant the care she was showing.He appreciated her concern but he wanted to tell her to concentrate on fighting but he couldn't bring himself to form the words.As she busied herself with inspecting him, the scarf on her head came undone and her red hair flowed freely.Below her, Neron gasped in surprise as he saw her face clearly for the first time.She quickly grabbed the scarf back and put it on but the secret was alrea
Anna's POV The ground beneath Neron trembled as the shockwave from his mana expansion rocked the place.The monster was completely vapourized, making the dungeon that was once noisy with growls and battle cries now silent. ~FWOOSHHHHHHH~Neron floated down gently, his feet touching the stone floor as he surveyed the scene. His Original Magic had worked—perhaps even more effectively than he had anticipated.But there was no time to relish the victory as his thoughts went to his comrades.He went over to Serah and Legris who were both unconscious from their earlier battle. He could still feel the mana coursing through his veins which made him feel invincible, but the sight of their battered bodies brought him back to the reality of the situation. They were both alive, but barely. He could see their chests heaving slightly as he studied it.Guilt gnawed at him. He really hadn’t meant for it to go this far. Even though they hadn't trusted him with their lives, he felt somewhat responsi
Anna's POV “… Original Magic.”~BOOMMMM~As the world was bathed in light, Neron suddenly realized what had felt missing in his life all this while.There was a new sense of excitement he was feeling and he knew that it was as a result of the mana particles he now felt from his fingertips to the rest of his body.He had missed the feeling and now felt complete as it washed over him and the surrounding.Added to the fact that he was now floating in the air, he felt unstoppable as he gazed down on the area.The monster that had seemed fierce before now looked small and weak from where he was.As he hovered in the air, his senses heightened as he felt the raw energy coursing through him and he wondered how to go about eliminating the creature.There were different ways to go about it, naturally he had to go for the most efficient one.He felt connected to everything as he saw the mana particles all around him. The sensation wasn’t just exhilarating; it was empowering and he embraced it
Anna's POV Instructor Elda called the group to gather once more as she began her address. She stood on the observation platform, her stern gaze sweeping over the recruits.“Well done, all of you,” she said. “You have all shown courage and skill today as expected of future Adventurers.”Neron leaned back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he listened to her halfheartedly. He couldn't shake the thought that had been nagging at him since he exited the dungeon. “I could have done more,” he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing as he replayed the scenes in his mind. He had chosen to rely solely on his swordsmanship, intentionally avoiding the use of magic.While he had done well enough in the exams, he knew that he might get flaked for it since he didn't use magic.While Martial arts was efficient in its own right, it didn't command the same respect as magic in the world.“...I am pleased to announce that two of you have earned a Three Star License.”Neron's ears
Anna's POV The scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread wafted from the nearby kitchen, where the guild’s cook, a burly man with a perpetual scowl, worked tirelessly to feed the hungry masses.Larion, they called him—Haunted Face Larion.In the center of the hall stood a massive bulletin board, covered in parchments of varying sizes and conditions.Each parchment represented a quest or a bounty, offering rewards for those brave enough to take them on.A group of younger adventurers, likely on their first forays into the world, crowded around the board, their eyes wide with excitement and trepidation.To the right, a small bar was tended by a sprightly lady with silver hair and a mischievous grin.She moved with a grace that belied her quickness, effortlessly managing the constant flow of patrons seeking a drink or a friendly conversation.Above the bar, a shelf lined with bottles of various shapes and colors caught the light, creating a dazzling display that drew the eye.The wa