AUTHOR’S P.O.V.
Lila’s eyes flared open at the distant noise. It was in her dream at first, but being wide awake, she could see it was real. The noise was coming from the south side of the pack, enthusiastic praises for someone beloved or feared. The cell was dark and reeked of urine and blood. She heard shuffling and low murmurs from other prisoners as they all moved to the bars of their cells to find out what was happening in the pack.
But Lila did not need to get up and look. She already knew her nemesis was here. There was no point acknowledging his arrival when he was her sender to the afterlife. Even Cassie was standing by the bars of the cell, looking out of the cell.
The throng drew near, chanted past the dungeons and soon, their voices became distant again. Lila watched Cassie as she walked back to the cell.
“Lila, are you awake?” her voice was hoarse from so much weeping.
Cassie and Lila had come to love each other and were like sisters. They were both rogues, but Lila had been captured before Cassie. Like Lila, Cassie has no family and has taken Lila as an older sister. She had cried all night after hearing the news of the Alpha’s recovery and return to the pack. Lila had turned back and consoled her all night.
“Yes. How can I sleep when it is my last day to breathe?”
Cassie quickly sat by her side. “Do not say that. You will not die. All you have to do is ask for forgiveness. Appeal to their conscience.”
“And keep living this miserable life in here? No, Cassie. I'd rather die and join my family beyond.”
A tear rolled down Cassie’s cheek, but she quickly wiped it away.
“You have me who worry about you. You have Erick, who shares his meals with us. We are all here for you, but it seems you do not see us.” Cassie wiped her nose again and sniffed.
Lila quickly sat up. “No, Cassie, do not speak like that. I care so much about you. It is just that I am tired of this life and would not be surprised if Alpha Blaise sentences me to death. The punishment for treason is beheading."
"But you did not commit the crime."
"But my family did. Cassie, do not worry; I know you will find happiness someday. You are a comely girl and very lovely. I strongly believe you will find your mate, and he will take you away from this life. Who knows, the Alpha might even be your mate."
Cassie sighed and pushed Lila's hands away. "You are too young to die. Stop talking about death."
That was when the cell gate clanged open, and the heavy footsteps of heartless warriors pounded on the floor. The other prisoners hurried back into the darkness of their cells. The footsteps came until they stopped in front of Lila's cell. She could see Patrick's silhouette in front of the cell. Cassie was already shaking and in tears as their cell bar was opened, and two warriors came in with lanterns. They spotted Lila in the darkest corner and went for her. Cassie started to weep profusely as they bound Lila in fetters and wrapped the chain around her neck.
"Move your traitorous ass!" one of the guards ordered.
"Take it easy; she is weak already from the whip," Erick said, trying to grab the chain from the other guard.
"Get away from her, Erick; it is not your turn to take care of her," Patrick chided.
Erick stepped aside as the other warrior pulled Lila along with him. Cassie was wailing and clinging to Lila's rags, but a warrior shoved her aside.
"This is what happens to anyone who defiles the court or Alpha!" Patrick bellowed, his chest swollen with pride as if he were the Alpha himself. “You will hear about her death soon, which will serve as a lesson to you all."
The morning sun was up and vibrant and almost blinded Lila. She lowered her gaze and walked willingly with the warrior who still pulled her to show he was her superior. She did not have the time to think about the death she would face in a few minutes; she wanted to go beyond, meet Markus and make sure she whipped him for getting her into this mess. The pack lands were almost empty as all roads led to the gallows. Everyone was ready to see their nemesis gone forever.
Lila could hear the loud chatter of the crowd even before they got to the gallows. The pack members were eager to stone her to death even if the Alpha did not pronounce her dead. Lila's eyes scanned the crowd, but the Alpha was not there. His throne was empty, but his cousin Agatha and her pawns sat beside the throne. Lila's eyes clashed with Agatha's, and Agatha's lips twitched in a smirk, telling Lila that she was not but a slain animal. Lila was led to the centre and was forced to kneel.
Blaise weighed the sword, tossing it up and catching it by the handle as if it were not sharp enough for the purpose he wanted it for. He made sure the guard that polished it did so all night, but it was still not to his satisfaction. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was bloodthirsty, ready to vanquish. Jasper, his wolf, was a tad bit away from surfacing and tearing the culprit apart. Fury pumped in his veins, even as he stared at his sword, knowing it would be stained with the blood of the one who had murdered his Luna and pup. There was no mercy; there was no going back.
"Everything is ready, my lord," Leo announced.
Blaise spun, and the sword caught the light in the room and glistened. He sheathed it and limped away without saying a word to Leo, who mutely trailed behind him. His heart skipped as his driver opened his car door, and he stood there for a while, wondering why. He felt like nothing he did to the woman could surpass the pain in his heart.
He would just kill her and forget about it all.
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A hush silence swept through the place as Alpha Blaise arrived with his entourage. He did not look at the woman kneeling at the centre but only limped towards his throne, ignoring the exotic, persistent lavender scent wriggling into his nostrils. It was the sweetest smell he had perceived. Lila refused to look at the man who would give his verdict. There was no point looking to see who her executioner would be. She fixed her eyes on the ground as her heart grew weary. It suddenly dawned on her that she would die in a few minutes. As much as she hated to admit it, she was scared but was ready for whatever would happen. There was no praying for the moon goddess to save her because she had long forsaken her by taking her brother and grandmother away. The only family she had.
"We have gathered here today to witness the execution of a traitor by association," Leo began. "We all know who this rogue kneeling before us is. Her brother harassed our beloved Luna Aurora, and when she brought him to book, he killed her through an accident in which our beloved Alpha was involved. But before then, he went rogue with his family, and this maiden here will pay the price of her brother's sins. She has been doing so for two years. Now, I will leave the judgement to our Alpha, who survived the clutches of death."
The crowd cheered as he stepped back into the shadows. Every eye turned to Alpha Blaise as he rose in all his glory, sword in hand, shimmering in the morning light. Lila decided to take a glimpse of who her executioner was. She would peep at him; she needed to see his face before she died. Blaise came closer, raising his sword with one hand and clutching his crutch firmly with the other. His eyes caught her eyes.
Mate.
His wolf whispered, and his hands quivered in the air. His orbs dilated, and his entire body went numb. He stared at the woman, looking back at him with those large, round emerald eyes. They were fiery, filled with resentment, making him furious, but he was too shocked to think straight. He stumbled back, prompting a confused murmur from the pack members.
This cannot be. She cannot be his mate. The moon goddess cannot do this to him. He must avenge his Luna and pup's death.
"My Lord, should we change the sword?" Leo asked.
The frown of confusion still etching the outlines of his brows, he brought down his hand, holding the sword and letting it fall to earth. The crowd murmured in disbelief.
"Actually, I thought of a better punishment," he said, limping toward his set-up throne. All eyes traced him as he sat down, his eyes not leaving the woman on the floor. He did not know what had just come over him. He was reputable for his cruelty and always did what he wanted, but no science could explain why he was letting the woman with the arrogant eyes go, thinking of a punishment that was more beneficial to him. He continued when the crowd was quiet and calm.
"Killing her would be such a waste when she can still be useful. She would be spared but provide me with as many heirs as I want to replace my dead heir."
The crowd exploded in disbelief at the Alpha's verdict, but Lila's eyes shot daggers at the oddly attractive man whom she had come to hate and planned to hate forever.
BLAISE I yanked my jacket away from me as I entered my study. I do not know what came over me, and I do not understand why I speared the Rogue that her brother killed my Luna. I had been filled with so much wrath that I never thought of a second chance, but what have I gone and done? The worst of it all was that she was my mate. How could the moon goddess make her my mate? Out of all the women, and after all these years, she chose to give me my supposed enemy as a mate. I yanked at my tie, too, and sat down. Not a minute longer, Agatha barged into my study, giving me a disapproving look. Her expression was a definition of disappointment. Slim nose upturned, lips twitching, and arms folded across her chest. She was the only one who dared barge in on me like that, especially when I was this mad and confused. Knowing what she was about to say, I raised my hand, stopping her. "I do not want to hear it." But Agatha has a reputation for being disobedient. She knew I wa
BLAISE I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my room, clutching a glass of wine and looking out over the beautiful greenery of the pack lands. I had stood at this spot many times, but the difference today was that Aurora was not here to wrap her angelic arms around me to give me that spark of life. I miss her and Evangeline so much. Anger brewed in me at the thought of my little pup. She did nothing to deserve death, and here I was, sparing the sister of my enemy, who deserved to die a hundred times and more. I remember Markus very well. He was one of my warriors. I had viewed him as a good lad, and he was one of my trusted ones. I whirled the amber liquid in the glass and took a sip. I never knew he had other motions and intentions towards me. How dare he try to have his way with my Luna? And after that, he went ahead to kill her and my innocent pup. I squeezed my eyes, and the memories of the accident came back to me like cameos. I saw my Aurora's face; I heard
LILA FLASH BACK... "Markus, tell me the truth. Did you do it?" Nana asked. Markus stared at her for a while before shaking his head. "Nana, you raised me well. How could I possibly do it?" "Why will the Luna accuse you like that? Did you do something to upset her before this? Even at that, accusing you of rape to get back is too much." "Nana, do not worry—" "But I am already worried. Our names are in the mud. I can no longer sell my produce in the pack market because every member treats me as an abomination." Markus approached Nana, bent down before her, and held her hands in his. "Listen, Nana. I want you to believe that I am innocent, and I will prove it." "How?" I asked, speaking for the first time since Markus returned. "You said Alpha Blaise does not want to hear you out at all. How will you prove you are innocent when his Luna has produced evidence? She had torn clothes, and you were seen fleeing her chambers." Markus si
LILA I woke up when I heard the lock click. I must have slept off sometime after breaking the portraits. I blinked away the haze in my eyes and wiped my face. The door pushed back slowly, and I held my breath, waiting for the person at the other side of the door. Soon, Agatha came in, staring at the ruin I had done astonished, some female servants coming in beside her. "What have you done?" she asked. My stomach grumbled because of the lack of food and water. My throat was too parched to even produce a sound. I stared at her without saying a word. Agatha walked into the room and motioned for the girls to take me. The girls charged towards me. I was human and didn't have half the strength of these werewolf girls, and I knew that I could only be as stubborn as I wanted, but I would only succumb to their will. I will always do what they wanted from me, except for one thing— sleeping with the man who caused me all this misery. The girls grabbed me by the arms, and I d
BLAISE I paced restlessly in the hall of the pack's infirmary, livid. What had just happened? Lila believed I was playing sick games with her. Fainting in my arms and making me carry her here was not how I had expected the night to end. This wasn't like me; I usually had clarity of purpose. But in this case, I was clueless, mainly because she turned out to be my mate. I had searched for years to find my mate and came up empty-handed. I had chosen Aurora as my mate because I needed to secure the Alpha position. My love for Aurora was genuine and strong, even though she wasn't my true mate. How could I find my mate in this complex situation, especially when she was supposed to be my enemy, someone I was meant to eliminate? It felt like the moon goddess was playing a cruel game with me. The door creaked open, and the pack doctor and my best friend stepped out of the room. I turned to face him, my frustration apparent. "I swear, I will strangle that woman with
BLAISE I lay in bed, gazing at the ceiling throughout the night. The entire pack was quiet and dark. The absence of the moon denied our pack members the usual lunar transformation and basking under the moonlight. Yet, it wasn't the moonless night that kept me awake; it was the woman residing in one of the rooms in my mansion. She had found a way to infiltrate my thoughts, stubbornly clinging like a parasite, living rent-free within my mind and depriving me of sleep. I attempted to push her thoughts to the back of my mind, but somehow, she remained the sole occupant of my thoughts. She ignited a dangerous emotion within me that I did not like, yet I couldn't end it. I wanted to kill her as badly as I wanted to own her. I was faced with the arduous task of eliminating my mate, yet I couldn't muster the will to harm her. With a sigh, I shifted to lie on my side, reaching out to the empty space beside me where Aurora used to grace. I wanted to dwell on memories of Aurora, but Lila's th
WARNING: This chapter contains contents that may trigger some readers. AUTHOUR'S P.O.V. Blaise was seething with anger and was horny after Lila had refused him sex. He stormed into his study as soon as he left the room, utterly frustrated. How someone as small as Lila could provoke such intense frustration baffled him. How could he be losing control to a rogue, the bloodline of an enemy who had murdered his happiness and hope? He slumped into his chair, shutting his eyes in exasperation, hoping his body would calm down. Yet, the swell between his thighs refused to yield. His cock was stiff and demanded release, and he couldn't recall the last time he had resorted to eating his own flesh, but every fibre of his being craved that release. Grabbing his leather jacket and hat, he left the study and drove out of the pack house without informing anyone. Within minutes, he parked his car in front of a club, observing the bustling nightlife scene and people trooping in and out
BLAISE My eyes snapped open at the sound of a knock on my door. I blinked twice to clear the haze from my eyes. The knock came again, and the scent of Agatha filled my nostrils. With a sigh, I threw off the blanket and rose from the bed. My feet met the cold marble floor, and I nudged an empty vodka bottle aside, wiping my eyes with the back of my palm. Last night had been torturous, and I had drowned myself in alcohol to be able to find sleep. It was surprising that I only had a mild hangover after emptying a bottle of vodka the previous night. "Come in," I croaked, walking towards the closet for a shirt to wear. The door swung open, and Agatha entered, her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes scanned my dishevelled appearance, but I paid her no mind as I put on the shirt. "What happened to your body? Who did this?" she asked, concern clouding her face as she took a few steps closer. I quickly wore my shirt to conceal the whip marks Sasha had given me last night. I was not
BLAISE I burst into the dimly lit room where Richard was tied up around a chair. I had not physically tormented him, but he looked exhausted. I couldn't help but wonder if it was the weight of guilt that had drained him so. It was incomprehensible that Richard, of all people, would become entangled in the web of those seeking to bring about my downfall. But I heeded Lila's counsel and resolved to approach this encounter with the grace of composure and hear him out. I gestured for a chair and signalled the guards to leave us alone. "Keep vigilant watch over Mrs. Pierce and her son," I instructed them, to which they replied in unified affirmation. My focus returned to Richard, who had steadfastly avoided meeting my gaze. Delicately, I retrieved my penknife, its blade shimmering menacingly as I flicked it open. "Listen closely, Richard. I'm giving you a final opportunity for redemption. Should you withhold what I seek, I shall not hesitate to strip your very skin from your
AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Dr Richard concealed himself beneath the inky depths of a black hoodie and robe, his movements quick as he vacated the hotel room. He stood still at the garage, his ears straining for even the faintest of sounds, but all remained eerily silent. His eyes darted thoroughly surveying his surroundings, but no discernible presence lurked nearby. Satisfied, he slipped into his car, ignited the engine, and eased out of the hotel's garage. Meanwhile, within a dimly lit room, two men hunched before their computer screens, their eyes tracking Dr. Richard's car as it exited from the garage. One of them, with a finger pressed to an earpiece, relayed a terse message. "He is on the move." Dr Richard accelerated, his foot heavy on the gas pedal, as the monotonous road stretched endlessly before him, bereft of other vehicles. The moon had chosen to withhold its luminous presence that night, yet his headlights carved a luminous path through the obscurity. An ho
BLAISE In a frenzy, I scoured my office, turning over papers and rifling through drawers in a desperate search for my signet ring. Its absence was a growing concern – the documents I had just approved were sitting on my desk, demanding the ring's unique imprint. The deadline was near; they needed to be submitted by tomorrow morning. Finding nothing, I ventured into our bedroom, combing through every corner with equal fervour. Yet, the ring remained elusive. I stood, defeated, in the middle of the room, eyes closed, straining my memory for the last time I had used it. But my thoughts were a tangled mess, muddled by the whirlwind of recent events. Lila's sudden interest in Aurora's family had left me puzzled. I had secretly set a trap for Drax, a plan I had shared with no one, not even Lila. The recent revelation about Hart potentially being the elusive 'Ghost'. further fuelled my frustration. Why would he target me? I bore no responsibility for his sister's tragic death, and
AUTHOR'S P.OV. In the stillness of the night, Amanda's sleep was abruptly interrupted by the insistent buzzing of her phone. Groggily lifting her head, she glanced at the glowing screen with an annoyed sigh, deciding to ignore the call and nestling back into her pillow. "I would answer if I were you," a deep, male voice resonated through the room. At first, the intrusion didn't fully register in Amanda's sleep-fogged brain, her drowsy state clouded her comprehension. She groaned, turning over to bury her face in her pillow, her desire for rest overpowering her curiosity. Then, the startling reality hit her like a cold wave: she was supposed to be alone. Her eyes flew open, her brow furrowing in confusion and fear. A man had spoken to her within the sanctuary of her bedroom. Panic surged through her, and she abruptly sat up in bed, reaching for the bedside lamp. In its soft glow, a figure materialized, concealed within dark robes and a hood that veiled their ident
LILA Blaise stormed into our room. "You keep giving me reasons not to trust you!" he barked, his voice echoing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. I followed Blaise into the room. We had just returned from the hospital where Tim was admitted. He was unconscious and in a bad shape, but he was still alive, which was a glimmer hope for me. "I'm sorry, Blaise, but—" "But what?" He spun around, his gaze piercing into mine. The muscles in his jaw twitched in barely contained frustration. "You made me promise to tell you everything going on, but you went ahead to do this on your own." His fingers raked through his hair, a gesture of sheer exasperation. He turned away momentarily, as if gathering his thoughts, then faced me again. His voice softened, tinged with worry, yet the undercurrent of irritation was unmistakable. "Lila, what if you were in that car? What if this tragedy had struck while you were returning from the Autumn Pack?" "I'm sorry." My words were a
AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Tim, dressed in the shadows with his all-black attire, stealthily navigated through the dense underbrush, determined not to alert the ever-watchful Mrs. Green. Fortunately, the moon had chosen to hide its luminous face that night, shrouding him in obscurity. His silent footsteps led him closer to the backyard of the house, which lay veiled in profound darkness, with only a faint glimmer from a lantern casting feeble light into the hallway. With deft carefulness, Tim picked the lock of the kitchen door, and within moments, the door yielded to his skilled touch. As he entered, he closed the door with painstaking care, but it let out a faint, protesting creak. A sudden crack from within the house prompted him to hide himself, holding his breath. Moments later, Mrs. Green emerged, gripping a shotgun, and sweeping it vigilantly from one corner of the house to the next. Tim knew that her senses were keen, and she could recognise his scent in an instant. Drawing
LILA As Tim drove me home in the dimming twilight, my mind swirled with thoughts of my earlier discussion with Mrs. Green. She had been evasive with her words, and it was evident that she possessed knowledge she wasn't willing to divulge. The only way I saw forward was using illegal means to obtain information, so, I contemplated enlisting Tim's help to infiltrate her abode, scouring for hidden secrets, while I confronted Dr. Richard regarding his involvement with Hart, who was from a pack two hours away from his own. "Tim," I began, my voice firm yet tinged with apprehension, "I need you to visit Mrs. Green's apartment tomorrow, discreetly, when she's absent. Search diligently for any trace of evidence—photographs, letters, tapes, whatever you can find." "Roger that, Luna," Tim acknowledged with determination, stepping down on the accelerator. Upon reaching home, I was greeted by Blaise, who was on the porch, waiting. His slung arm and sombre countenance hinted at
LILA The following day found me once more standing before Mrs. Green's doorstep, this time alone and imploring. Tim, my bodyguard, was not with me today. I thought that perhaps presenting myself alone would engender a greater sense of comfort and empathy from the woman. "Hello, Mrs. Green," I greeted, infusing my voice with a touch of desperation and plea. "Could you spare a moment to listen to me?" As she remained silent and motionless, I decided to appeal to her conscience. "Mrs Green, please understand that I'm a mother, and I've been separated from my two-year-old since yesterday. If you could kindly grant me access to complete my job and return to my waiting child, I would be immensely grateful. I cannot leave until the task is done—." Before I could complete my plea, the door swung open abruptly, revealing Mrs. Green's stern countenance. I met her gaze, silently pleading for entry. She scanned her surroundings before stepping aside, permitting me to enter. Initially
LILA Blaise had received strict instructions from Dr. Richard to rest until he fully recovered. However, I knew Blaise all too well to believe he would heed that advice. He was keen on dealing with his enemies and so was I to unmask them. Following a thorough sweep of the entire packhouse, we discovered concealed listening devices in both Blaise's study and the room he had allocated to me. Leo proposed that these bugs might have been the tools intruders employed to siphon information from the pack. Yet, I harboured doubts. I sensed that the truth lay beneath the surface, and I prayed that my solitary quest to unmask the mysterious 'Ghost' wouldn't lead me astray. My only wish was that my plan would unfold seamlessly. With unwavering determination, I informed Blaise that I intended to visit Randolph and Teresa at the vineyard. In truth, I had a different destination in mind. My true objective was the Water Side neighbouring pack, where I aimed to meet with a woman known to Teres