CHAPTER SIX
Zena's jaw dropped in sheer surprise as her eyes widened in horror. But she didn't want to believe it was true. She shook her head vigorously as she took , not wanting to believe what was happening.
No, this must be a nightmare. Of course, people had very scary nightmares when they were dealing with grief, the loss of a loved one—she knew that experience firsthand as she dealt with the loss of her mother.
However, this felt real. It was real.
Aster was betraying her, leading her right into the enemy's arms. What a bastard. Why? Why had he done that? What was his reason? Her whole mind was a whirlwind of thoughts a she sought to understand the reason behind his action.
"No, Aster, this can't be true. You can't just hand me over to him." She shook her head in disbelief again.
As if on cue, a chilling breeze swept through the forest, and a sinister chuckle filled the air. "Oh, but he can."
Zena's heart pounded as the voice seemed to echo from all directions, and then, from the shadows, a figure emerged. Tall and imposing, with eyes that held a dangerous gleam, Alpha Knox revealed himself.
See, Alpha Knox's decision was final. All he had demanded was that Zena be brought to him. He was going to behead her himself, and only then would he lift the curse.
Well, Aster had no problem with that.
When Alpha Knox had made the ultimatum, he didn't protest one bit. He needed Zena's head? Fine, he would give it to Knox on a platter of gold if that was the only way to ensure he and his people's safety.
Aster had further extended the deal though. He had proposed that should Zena be delivered unto Knox, the blue moon kingdom would seize attacking the rogues and the rogues would do likewise.
Knox agreed to the terms and Aster was quite elated by it. His people were his top priority and Zena was only a mate, a breeder and one to give him an heir.
He never had any romantic feelings for her, but had only decided to accept her as his mate because he perceived something out of the ordinary lurking in her.
He knew she wasn't a normal girl, and whatever it was that was embedded in her, he had wanted his future children to inherit that in some way.
So now that it had come to the point where he had to chose between his people and her, he wasn't even going to hesitate one bit. After all, she was the leader of the Rogues and a leader should be ready at any time to lay down his or her life for her people.
His people came first, and he would do anything to protect them.
A bitter smile tugged at Knox's lips as he regarded Zena. "Aster has made the right choice. For the sake of his pack, he's chosen to sacrifice you."
Zena's shock turned to anger as she clenched her fists by her sides, "You can't just take me like this, against my will." Tears welled up in her eyes as she loomed at Aster, "I never thought you would do this to me." She sniffled.
Alpha Knox's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "But that's the theory of life. Whatever you do unto someone…" he paused, his smile widening, "will surely return unto you. In ten folds." he gave a sinister chuckle at the end.
Her gaze shifted between Aster and Knox as she thought of what to do next. She had no other choice, she had to defend herself. She knew she won't be able to defeat the both of them, but at least she could be smart enough to cause a diversion and escape.
It was going to be difficult, but that was the only way she could survive this. So, she immediately tried to shift, however she couldn't harness the energy she needed to transform.
She tried again but nothing happened and she remained in her human dorm.
Panic immediately welled in her and h r eyes widened in horror. What was happening?
Aster's mocking laughter cut through the air, knocking h r out of her thoughts. "Having trouble, Zena?"
She shot him a glare, "What did you do, Aster?"
He smirked, his gaze now fixed on the moonstone necklace that hung around her neck. "That necklace you're wearing, the moonstone crystal, it's enchanted. It's designed to prevent you from shifting."
Her fingers instinctively went to the necklace, trying to yank it out "What? No, no, no!" she exclaimed as she tugged on the necklace, but it didn't budge.
But before she could do anything else, Knox's voice sliced through the night air like a blade.
"Seize her!" He commanded.
Zena's head snapped in the direction of where the sudden footsteps where emerging from. Her eyes widened as she saw the royal guards, large and imposing, surrounded her in an instant.
She had tried to back away, but the iron grip of their hands had latched unto her before she could even get the chance to.
"No, let me go!" she shouted, struggling against their hold but their grips were unyielding.
Aster's cold gaze remained fixed on her, unaffected by her distress. His smirk didn't falter and it was glinted in menace underneath the night sky.
She didn't know which was more painful—whatever punishment that awaited her in Knox's hands or the fact that the love of her life, her destined mate, had betrayed her in the worst possible wag.
Knox stepped forward, his eyes boring into hers, "Struggling ia futile.You've been delivered into my hands, by your own mate. The irony," he chuckled. "The tables have been turned, it's my time to have my own pound of flesh."
Her chest heaved with rage and fear, . "Let me go, Knox." She retorted.
A mirthless smile tugged at his lips. "Oh, I'm afraid it won't work that way."
And within a twinkle of an eye, Knox's amr s extended and his fingers pressed against a pressure point on her neck. Immediately, a wave of dizziness washed over her and vision started to .
"What…what did you do…" she drawled, her limbs grew heavy and her protests faded away as unconsciousness settled in.
Knox's cold laughter echoed in her ears as the darkness started to consume her and then, she fainted and fellImp Into The Hands Of The Guards.
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The pounding ache in her head was what seemed to have propelled her out of unconsciousness.
As she slowly came to be, she found herself in a disorienting haze. Her head throbbed—badly, and the world around her spun in a chaotic whirl.
Gradually, her surroundings came into focus, revealing a scene that sent a chill down her spine.
Gone were the forests and the moonlight. Instead, she was encircled by a throng of unfamiliar people, they were cheering and some were laughing at her in mockery.
Her brows furrowed as her eyes darted about the scormful crowd, trying to understand what was happening.
However, her eyes widened when her gaze fell upon herself. She was no longer wearing her usual attire. Instead, she was draped in rough, tattered fabric that hung from her body like a shroud.
This was prison wear!
Sne tried to move but she felt a sting on her ankles that made her halt. Ropes had bounded her legs and hands.
And then amidst the crowd, a figure stepped forward and she recognized those stone–cold, dead midnight blue eyes anywhere.. It was Knox.
"Behold!" he announced, his voice searing through like a knife being ran down a cloth.. "Today marks a momentous occasion. Our enemy, the leader of the Skull Rogues, stands before us, defeated and powerless."
Her heart pounded in her chest as she absorbed his words. She was the spectacle, the prize for the crowd's amusement. Just a few days ago, she had watched from the shadows how Knox took delight in killing some of her people.
And now, she was in the same fate, or even worse. She didn't know what exactly he was going to do go her .
He continued, "After years of conflict, after enduring their attacks and their defiance, we finally hold the key to their downfall. Today, she is no longer their leader. Today, she is nothing more than a symbol of their defeat."
The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as they jubilated. Ber jaw clenched as she glared at Knox, her defiance burning despite her helplessness. Oh no, she wasn't going to let him break her spirit, no matter the circumstances.
"Your punishment won't be a swift death." he said, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. "No. You will not be granted such a mercy. A slow death will fit you perfectly"
A slow death? The thought sent a cold chill through her veins. What exactly was he driving at?
"You will not die by the gallows, like the other rogues," Knox continued. "No, you will become….a prisoner. My prisoner. You will serve your time with hard labour and immense suffering." he added.
Her fists balled within the ropes upon hearing that. A prisoner? Meaning she would be forced to bow down and be a subject to Knox? He would control her, punish her to satisfy his cruel whim and have possession of her?
How had it all come to this?
"However," Knox's lips curled into a malicious smile, "I cannot take someone who belongs to another. There are certain rules even I must adhere to."
Her heart sank as she understood the meaning of his words immediately. She turned her gaze towards the crowd and she saw that Aster had emereged. His eyes were still cold and unyielding, showing no remourse still.., .
"Aster," Knox called, his voice taunting. "She is the one you once considered a mate, is she not?"
Aster's jaw tightened, and Zena could see the struggle in his eyes. She had known him for so long, seen the depths of his emotions, seemingly known what he was capable of doing and not doing.
But now, she was mocked and betrayed by her previously conceived notions. Yet, her heart ached as she watched him, silently begging for some shred of the person she had known. The person she had believed him to be.
Maybe he would suffice and give a change of heart, somehow setting her free from Knock.
Or maybe this was all an elaborate plan to be able to defeat Knox once and for all. Maybe he was using this as a decoy, a distraction—or whatever it was, she just hoped that it was all just a game of pretence and it wasn't real.
"She was," Aster's voice was flat, devoid of any emotion. "But no longer."
Her heart shattered at his words and she opened her mouth to speak, "But Aster, don't you thi—"
"I, Aster, officially reject you, Zena as my mate!" He declared, cutting her off. Zena's eyes widened in terror as she digested the words that had just been said to her.
Aster was severing their mate bond?
Knox's laughter echoed through the air and brought her out of her thoughts, "There you have it," he proclaimed. "She is no longer bound by the ties of a mate. Now, Zena, you can truly belong to me!"
Zena let out a loud scream as a sharp, piercing pain suddenly sprung up in her chest. It felt as though her heart was being torn apart, shredded into tiny pieces. She had never felt such pain before, it was far greater than an average physical discomfort. She continued to scream as the pain reverberated all through her body. She shut her eyes in a tight grimace as she gritted her teeth, the agony was crippling. Just then, another scream emitted from the crowd. Their attention left Zena and faced Aster, whom the scream came from. He staggered back, his face contorting in agony. His hands went to his head, fingers clutching at his hair as if trying to hold himself together. Their mate bond had been severed. They were both experiencing the excruciating pain that was associated with it. A strangled cry escaped Zena's lips as she dipped her head, facing the ground. It wasn't helping matters that she was going through the physical and emotional pains. Here she was, dealing with the
Hmm. It would be better if what Aster was suspecting was just a factor that stemmed from his overthinking tendencies and not that it was the actual truth. Had Knox double-crossed him?He had let the skull rogues settlement and had ventured into the night, heading to where Knox would most likely be during the midnights. His training ground. He had to do his findings to make sure that he had not changed the location of his training grounds after Zena’s attack. Since he had not, he made his way through the dew–kissed bushes to have an impromptu meeting with Knox.He had delivered Zena Into Knox’s hands four days ago. And Knox had promised to lift the curse but as of yesterday only, twenty five deaths were recorded. His people were dying. Hell, he had given up a mate as powerful as Zena just to save their asses. He chuckled at the thought of Zena; the woman doesn’t even know what she possessed. If only Zena knew just how great, how powerful she was…Well, such a shame that she didn’t.
She would've never in her wildest imaginations thought that Knox would eventually win this war. Needless to talk about how much she had hated him and his family, she had always thought that she would be able to get revenge over all they had done to her people and…her mother. But here she was, tied up and about to be slaughtered like feast meat. Her heart pounded like a frantic drum inside her chest. A gathering of curious onlookers had assembled. They had all come from all walks of life in the Blue Moon Kingdom, from warriors and common folk to nobles, each drawn to the spectacle of the trouble–causing rogues' leader's downfall.Zena stood in the center of the execution ground, the tight and thorny ropes around her wrists were biting into her skin and might as well just kill her before the knife does. But she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her falter, of seeing her break down into tears. No, she won't. It was already enough humiliation that she was about to di
CHAPTER TENThe truth was that Zena would've preferred being beheaded as opposed to serving Knox and his family. To her, the humiliation that would stem from that was far worse than death. Dying by your enemy's sword was one thing, being their possession was a whole other thing. A worse one. That was all she thought about as she felt the hardened grips of the palace guards around her arm, hoisting her up from the ground and leading her away from the center. The verdict had been passed and there was nothing he could do about it. Fucking Aster, the bastard was the cause of all of this. He was greedy, that was how Zena had concluded on the situation. And now, his greediness had made him to lose his life and the life of other's as well. Not to mention loosing her too; was she even worth adding to the things Aster had lost? Now that she reflected on it, Aster never really actually loved her. He was more of a friend than a lover—a forced friend, if you will. It seemed that everything
The sounds of footsteps knocked Zena out of her thoughts and her gaze slowly lifted to meet the young woman. Her gaze was fixated on her cheek and she pointed at it, "Your cheek. It's bleeding." She stated. Zena blinked in surprise and then her fingers trailed along the path, picking up a stain of blood. She hadn't noticed, she must've scratched her skin from the way the guards had roughly pushed her into the room. Closing her eyes for a moment, she concentrated and allowed her ability to flow. As her fingers laid upon the injury, the small cut sealed itself and left a faint scar. Zena opened her eyes again, her expression remaining stoic and the woman still in front of her. She looked her age—nineteen, twenty and at most twenty–two. But she seemed quite malnourished, sje must've been in their custody for quite sometime as she had already emaciated a lot. She had dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes that had lost their sparkle and oh, a nasty injury on her leg. It was an old injury that
The grand doors to the palace's main corridor burst open. Two guards with their tight grips against Zena's arms came through as they dragged the woman down the hallway.She was arrested and on her way to Alpha Knox for questioning. From the fact that she was suddenly missing earlier that morning and the piece of servant cloth that was found near Knox's three year old's bed, Zena was off course the first suspect on the list.She had tried to protest but it all fell on deaf ears, no one would believe that the one who was capable of killing the King's luna—pregnant Luna, to be precise—wouldn't be able to kill his son. It was reported that the boy was supposedly poisoned.As there was no use for futile resisting, Zena succumbed to arrest and was ready to take her chances with Knox. The truth was that she hadn't killed the man's son – if she had wanted to, she would've done it in a way that wouldn't have her arrested less than an hour later.Her gaze caught the passing figure of Jane, w
Knox's face contorted in confusion as he started to ponder what these mysterious occurrences might mean. His brows furrowed, and he furled his hands into fists at his sides.Slowly, he turned his gaze towards Zena, who was still firmly held in the grip of the guards. His narrowed eyes revealed a flicker of doubt—with this revelation, she was definitely not the one who killed his son.From the look of things, it seemed like a disease outbreak, but why? Perhaps it was the weather or someone had traveled to another territory and brought back the infectious disease. Whatever it was, he had to get to the bottom of the matter quickly before things spiraled out of hand.Knox's gaze then left Zena, returning back to the guarda who had just delivered the unsettling message."Summon the sorcerers and diviners immediately. Tell them to investigate this matter with utmost urgency. I want a report on my desk by the end of the day." He commanded and the two guards shared a confused look.One of the
Kylian went closer to his father's bed, deciding to gently prop him up in his grand bed. He observed a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. He decided to open up the windows to take away the heat and afterwards, he sauntered back to the bedside.He stood there for a moment, simply watching the rise and fall of his father's shallow breaths. But suddenly, the Alpha began to cough, a deep, rasping sound that racked his weakened body.Without a second thought, Kylian hurried to the small table by the bedside where a pitcher of water and a cup were placed. He poured a cup of water and returned swiftly to his father's side.Gently, Kylian helped his father lean forward a bit, his arm providing support. The Alpha's trembling hand reached for the cup, and he sipped the water, his coughs gradually subsiding as he drank.Once the fit had passed, Kylian dropped the cup and watched his father closely, concern etched into his features.Alpha Winston cleared his and turned his tired gaze toward him, a
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWOJane's attempt to break Zena's resolve on the plan was useless and it bothered her that she had no idea how Kylian would react to it. He had gone out of his way to devise such a brilliant plan to help a servant of low status as them, and Zena's insistent refusal just might make him furious and resolve not to help them ever again.Cathleen observed closely from a distance, trying to figure out what the two were up to. They had ventured far into the fields and any attempt of hers to go after them could get her caught. The grasses were dry and her steps would easily be detected.It infuriated her that she had no werewolf abilities of her own to tap into. Yes, she was born to a werewolf mother, but her father was human, the only human who had survived even after being exposed to the supernatural realm of werewolves.Apparently, relationships between werewolves and humans were a huge taboo in the kingdom, and anyone caught in such a web was punished by the people and the
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE“Did you enjoy your little nap, Zena?” Knox’s voice was laced with a cruel amusement that infuriated Zena. He strolled casually into the room, his gaze fixated on her with unsettling intensity. Zena refused to display any hint of fear. She glared back at him, her eyes filled with defiance.“I wouldn’t dare come close to me if I were you.” She sprung to her feet and retrieved the weapon she had hidden in her waistband, brandishing it at him. Knox chuckled, enjoying the exchange of hostility. “You underestimate me, Zena. I’ve got plans for you, grand plans that will make you regret ever crossing my path.”Zena knew beyond reasonable doubt that Knox was not one to make empty threats. The only way to be free from his wrath was by escaping or the death of either one of them. She observed as Knox’s expression darkened, his amusement replaced by anger. His eyes darted to the ruined portrait, and she knew what was coming next. Kylian’s call had intercepted whatever action h
CHAPTER THIRTYKylian paced restlessly in his chambers, the situation at hand was getting more complicated than he had thought it would be. Precisely speaking, his brother’s obsession with Zena was getting out of hand, and he feared the repercussions it could have on the kingdom. Whatever this was was not just about them alone, but Knox would not see past his strong-headedness.He recalled his secret promise to himself to help Zena escape before he embarked on his journey up North, now seemed like the right time to fulfill that promise but he needed to be discreet about it. There should be no loopholes in his plan for Knox to connect the dots to him.As he considered his plan, he realized that involving Jane, who had shown genuine concern for Zena, could be key to executing the escape plan. Her loyalty to Zena might prove instrumental to a successful escape plan. However a doubt lingered in his mind, he had responded coldly toward her when she first approached him, he worried that she
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINEJane, unable to contain her fear any longer, rushed to Kylian for help. He had always helped Zena get out of trouble, it is possible that he would this time too. He was her only hope. Despite her low status, she slipped through the shadows, making her way to Kylian’s chamber with hopes of finding him there.She was halted by the men that stood guard at the entrance. She could not afford to tell them the purpose of her visit, but her appearance was a reflection of how worried and distraught she was. The guards immediately sent her away but she lurked in the premises, keeping watch at the door. For several hours, there was still no sign of Kylian. Jane could not help but imagine what troubles Zena must be faced with at the moment.As the night deepened, Kylian finally emerged from his chamber. Jane wasted no time to seize the opportunity. She approached him with an urgency that could not be ignored. The guards tried to stop her from getting too close but Kylian signa
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTThe bellowing afternoon sun cast its warm glow over the Blue Moon Kingdom. Knox found himself nursing a nagging headache from the night’s excessive drinking. His eyes were heavy and his mind clouded with the haunting images of his deceased wife and child. The weight of grief and guilt pressed on him, and he struggled to overcome the emotional distress that gripped his soul.His mind was vague of anything else that had happened the morning of it; he had no recollection of his meltdown in the presence of his brother Kylian, but his oath of vengeance tarried in his mind. It was all he could think of. The festival preparations continued outside a stranger to the internal struggle that plagued the palace walls.Knox tried to pull himself together, but his limbs were still too weak to carry him, his vision blurred, and each step he tried to take was even harder than the last. Kylian walked in with a maid carrying a tray of silverware in her hands, her head lowered as sh
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN"Well, since we are in the middle of asking trivia, do you mind explaining to me why you had her released from the dungeon without my knowledge? Or why you concealed the identity of the one who had attacked you in the woods, that had sent you to the brink of death?" Knox asked, trying to contain his rising fury.Nothing prepared Knox for the response Kylian would disclose to his question. Never in a million years would he have thought the person behind his brothers' attack was a member of the Black Moon Kingdom.How were they able to penetrate through the defenses of the Blue Moon Kingdom? Why did he not pick up any unfamiliar scent in the woods where they had found Kylian's unconscious body? It was possible that the attacker had masked his scent, which was a well-known werewolf thing to do when advancing into enemy territory.Still, nothing about his claim made any sense and it bothered Knox greatly. Knox housed an eerie feeling that he couldn't quite place his f
CHAPTER TWENTY SIXJane kept all of Zena's instructions in mind. She tailed the woman closely like a leech that could not be gotten rid of but there was nothing suspicious she could find about her.It was almost evening and nothing new that could help Zena's case had been found. Worried lines plastered on her face as she observed the woman from behind the barrels of wine in the wine press. She bit her nails nervously, trying to think of something that would push the lady to move recklessly while under her watch but no idea formed in her head.On the brink of time, when all hope seemed to be lost, luck seemed to shine on her. A strange face that Jane had never before seen on the palace grounds appeared from the back door. He had a crooked look and limped as he walked, his clothes looked pretty decent but nothing about him gave her a good feeling.She observed closely the transaction that ensued between them. As he approached with an air of suspicion, the woman's discomfort deepened, fe
Zena did not know what to make of the revelation she had just heard. Her heart ached for Marilyn and her unborn child. She and her boyfriend only tried to do what any other parent would, something she totally resonated with. Not beacsue she is or was a parent but because watching over the Skull Rogues, she had kind of assumed that role to the point where she was more than ready to lay her life down for them. It wasn’t any much different from what Marilyn and her boyfriend were in.Her heart skipped as it dawned on her that she Marilyn and her boyfreund were in possible danger. Knox was still investigating the matter relentlessly and if he were to figure out that Marilyn and her boyfriend were also in the area and were attempting to flee, there was no telling what he would do to them and their unborn child. Her protective instincts kicked in and she felt the need to protcetd them at all costs from Knox’s fury.Zena’s steps were slow, at a deliberate pace, her mind obviously deep in tho
CHAPTER TWENTY FOURThe full moon festival was coming up in a week; it was a very big celebration for the Blue Moon Kingdom. Anticipation of the upcoming event hung in the air like the buzzing sound of bees. Everyone hummed with excitement as they busied themselves, eagerly preparing for the event. The work at the servant quarters tripled, each one joggling different tasks, as they could handle.Zena was in the middle of the whole thing. Her tasks were way more than that of the other servants if they were to be compared. She shuffled between going to the market to pick up groceries to pulling down, washing, and fixing up new draping on the palace grounds. Her countless attempts to shift some of the responsibilities to others who weren’t as busy as her proved futile. The only person willing to offer a hand was Jane but she had been moved to a different section of the palace for other work.She was halfway done with the draping when one of her superiors, a woman assumed to be in her thi