Arnold’s POV The elders and members of the court were all finally seated in the throne room for an emergency meeting and it was time to kick off the discourse that’d led to it being organized; the rogue killings that’d spread all over town for the last few days. Everyone was wearing sour and concerned expressions as though it’d been the theme of the day, but it was understandable because some persons in attendance had families that’d been affected by the killings and it was a sore topic for everyone. The gravity of the matter was huge enough to have brought my ailing father out of his chambers just so that he could also be in attendance, and usually, his presence didn't constitute much help because of how our opinions always clashed, but at this point, it didn't matter much to me because I desperately needed all the support I could get to finally mark the rogue killings as a thing of the past. The meeting finally kicked off when the royal court’s report was brought in on a scroll b
Arnold’s POV My walk back to my chambers was infuriating and unsettling because of how torn I’d been on how to feel. Was I supposed to be pissed at how my father had spoken to me like a fucking child? Or was I supposed to be uneasy because of the weight of uncovering the rogue killers that’d been placed on my shoulders? With how incredibly enraged I felt, I’d been alternating between both of their heavy emotions and there was no possible outlet in sight. As soon as I reached the doors of my chambers, I threw them open so angrily that they slammed as though they’d shake the foundation beneath them. I wanted to take out my frustration one way or the other before it ruined me, I felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at someone or punch something but I knew that it’d only increase my frustration instead of relax me so I thought against succumbing to either of those urges. Instead, I took a couple of uneven breaths and took a seat on my bed in a bid to calm myself before my anger and un
Hera’s POV The shivers I felt running through my bloodstream were triggered by a feeling of rage and fear that’d piled up after my embarrassing attempt to arouse Alpha Arnold. It was deathly frustrating that the rare opportunity had opened up for me to comfort him without Layla’s nauseating presence putting a dent in my plans and I’d fumbled it completely. All of the fear and rage that now ravaged me mercilessly stemmed from the fact that the bond I’d built with him seemed to be crumbling and there was nothing I could do about it. What’d set me apart from Layla despite his disgusting obsession with her was the fact that I had an unbreakable sexual bond with him, or so I thought, and now I couldn't even manage to get him in the mood. I was well aware of the fact that if Layla somehow took hold of him sexually like I had alongside how smitten he was with her, I’d completely lose him to her. I knew when to tune into my delusional beliefs that I’d have him no matter what, but if he beca
Ethan’s POVMy claws sunk into a fresh victim and they sunk right into his hearts and I clutched his arteries right before I tore his heart out of his chest and felt the marvel of a beating heart coming to a still in my hands.I dumped his lifeless heart on the floor and grabbed the nearest victim by his arm and tore out his limb with the intensity with which I’d pulled him, he screamed horrifically in agony and it fueled my bloodlust even further as I dove in and finished him off by tearing his head off his neck in the flash off an eye to quiet his whines.My eyes scanned the area for the next victim and I spotted him where he’d cowered beside the countless other bodies that I’d ripped to bits, and I smiled in satisfaction at the sight of the mangled bodies before I used my heightened speed to lunge at him and grab him by the neck tightly. I watched him scream as I practically crushed his neck in between my fingers and it sounded like music to my ears.As his neck weakened between my
ETHANThere’d not been much to life that interested me since I’d become ridden with bloodlust, I was used to finding fulfillment in the bloodlust that burnt relentlessly within me and almost nothing else surpassed that feeling.Yet, there were a pair of golden eyes that’d replayed in my memories for over a decade that easily brought me a feeling of immense joy and peace, one that’d been a source of sustenance for me for all the years that I’d been holed up in the wilderness amongst wild beasts and rogues.Even now, my thoughts dwelt on those eyes as I recalled the first time I’d seen in her in the market square almost eleven years ago. She had an angelic beauty about her that I didn't think I’d ever come across before and after her, divinity and gracefulness shone around her as she carried herself happily around the market stalls with the most gorgeous smile on her face.That entrancing smile of hers had been etched in my memory to date even though we barely spent a minute in each othe
Hera’s POVBeing near Alpha Arnold was a priority for me more than anything else so I always tried to be present at the palace at all times. However, I couldn't be near him as much as I needed to be because Layla was always in the picture these days, so I needed to take an important trip to ensure that she was out of the picture and I’d be able to be near him as much as I needed to be.I’d asked to be excused from the palace to go on a trip for rare herbs that my spell casting required, and since I was the best spell caster they had, it wasn't a hassle to get approval, the supplies and security I’d need to embark on such a faraway journey.However, my true intention was to visit an old witch who’d be knowledgeable enough to give me a deeper insight on how to craft more potent spells that could be the key to successfully wiping out Layla’s existence.I also knew that since I was embarking on a different trip than what I’d mentioned at the palace, I’d need a trustworthy guard to accompan
Layla’s POVI’d continued having bizarre flashes where my hair suddenly turned white or a few strands of white hair appeared in the midst of my golden locks. After the last huge scare I’d had when my hair and eyes had transformed briefly, I was more curious than bewildered whenever any odd appearances followed.My newfound ability to be somewhat unbothered by my random transformations was owing to two reasons; if I freaked out and passed out each time I noticed it, I’d send Nadia to her early grave with worry, and if I continued to allow fear to be the foremost emotion I felt whenever I saw it I’d never get to the bottom of why it kept recurring.Even now, I’d planted myself before my dressing mirror and I was leaning so far into it that I could’ve gotten trapped in the mirror if it was one of those magical ones. I was now genuinely curious about why my hair and eye colors were twitching and it’d happened a number of times as I peered into the mirror.It was always a brief change that
Hera’s POVDespite the tedious journey to and from the old witch’s house that I’d just undergone, the only thing on my mind was casting the spell I’d retrieved rather than getting any rest because of how worn out I felt. Nothing mattered to me as much as finally getting rid of Layla and I had no intention of resting until I finally did so.As soon as the palace came into view while we rode on our horses, we took a different turn and headed toward a deserted field. The deserted field was home to an abandoned underground prison that only a few people knew of since it’d been out of use for years and that made it a perfect location to place the curse on Layla without any intruding eyes barging in.The level of the curse’s potency was largely dependent on how close to the intended victim it was cast and that was why we needed to settle somewhere close by before I placed the curse on her. If not, I’d have cast the spell the second I left the old witch’s abode so that I could return to a pala
Layla’s POV“If you stare at that dress any longer, you’ll burn it to the ground with your gaze” Nadia nagged me as I took one last glance at my wedding dress while I stood at the bathroom door, I was obsessed with it.Beyond obsessed, It’s beauty had become an extra body part of mine.“At least we’d die watching its beautiful flames ascend to the heavens,” I smiled dreamily while still staring at it with lost eyes.“Be fucking for real?” She laughed before she grabbed a button off the dresser and threw it me, luckily I was able to dodge it and if I hadn't it’d have hit my eyes.“You’d explain to Ethan in detail why his bride is walking down the aisle with just one eye” I picked the button up and threw it at her, and it landed on her feet.“If you're not ready in the next hour, there’ll be no bride to scrutinize while she walks down the aisle, I promise you” She shot me a glare just before she took a seat on my bed, pulling her own dress in her lap to admire it.“What? An hour? Why hav
He moved away from me I’d just pushed a dagger through his heart again, there was disbelief, confusion, and pain in his eyes but he only had those emotions because he didn't understand why I’d declined his proposal.After almost spending my life with the wrong man because of guilt, I couldn't say Yes to Ethan while guilt kept eating me up for the great of our lives. I’d be as much of a monster as Arnold was if I take advantage of his feelings for me and jump into marriage when guilt had been plaguing me like it was my second shadow since the day I watched him fall to his death.He stared at me again, long and hard before he walked toward the bed and covered himself in the duvet, an air of uncertainty hovering over him as he delved into thoughts of his own. However, it was as he covered up tag I realized that I was still naked and I slowly walked toward the floor where he’d dropped my dress and picked up. I quietly pulled it over my head and held my arms around my body tightly as thou
Layla’s POVI’d known Joy several times in my life, but the joy I felt as I confirmed that Ethan was real and he’d returned to me was boundless, it felt like an unreal wave of happiness had been injected into my bloodstream and life finally felt worth living again.Like the war was over, and the battle line had been erased, it was surreal.“Are you going to keep staring at me like I'm a ghost?” Ethan laughed as he continued to massage my sore joints.“You might as well be” I reached out and cupped his cheek, yearning to remain in contact with him so he wouldn't disappear into thin air.“Well, I'm real and I'm here, forever this time around” He suddenly pulled me off the bed and onto his laps and I laughed as a yelp left my lips in surprise.“So you can stop staring at me with those alluring orbs of yours” He pulled my face toward him and kissed my forehead, not the quick kind that would pass as a peck, this one lingered like he was trying to touch my soul through physical touch.God,
Layla’s POVNo, no fucking way.It was him all along? Arnold killed my foster parents? He’d watched me mourn them knowing that he’d orchestrated everything because they rejected his advances toward me?“They were all I had, and you knew that! How dare you speak of their deaths so lightly, you monster!” I screamed my lungs out in anger not caring what he’d do to me.Much to my surprise, a smile covered his face showing that he was pleased that I was in so much pain because of what he’d done, my heart was being torn into countless shreds as I recalled that there was a time when I loved him and I considered marrying him not knowing what a sick and twisted bastard he was deep down.“You watched me grieve them, you watched me turn into a shell of myself, you watched me be bitter that I’d lost the last links to learning of my heritage,” My chest heaved like bomb was ticking within it as I spoke.“You watched me almost lose myself and you promised me that you’d find the beast that killed the
Arnold’s POVThe day had come.The night hour had just struck, and I was about to recover all I’d lost and much more.“Are you ready?” I asked Hera who’d been seated in front of her crystal spell casting bowl and brr spell book for the past hour.“Never been more ready” She smiled at me so brightly it could’ve illuminated the underground hideout if we switched off all the other lights, her motivation was endearing to say the least.“Go ahead and cast the spell then” I flashed her a smile as well but mine was subtle and filled with anticipation.She nodded eagerly before she crossed her legs before her and held her hands out over the bowl, from where I was I could see that a visual of crescent valley had appeared in the water that filled the bowl like a reflection and I watched her mouth move as she muttered words in an unknown ancient language.I wasn't very close to her and yet I could feel the enormous amount of power radiating from her as she rolled her head from side to side and t
Arnold’s POVHera looked like she was about to offload the heaviest weight that had ever been on her shoulders and I just stared at her wishing that I could look through her and draw it out of her myself, still Hera was the only person of worth I had on my side so I decided to be patient with her as opposed to the thought in my mind where I was half considering yelling at her and shaking it out of her forcefully.“How long before you actually use your words?” I finally asked impatiently after about six minutes of deafening and irritating silence had passed by.She looked as though my words had just jolted her out of her train of thoughts and she replaced the lost look on her face with her usual demeanor that oozed confidence, raw and undiluted confidence.“You’re a beast, Arnold” She said while her eyed bored into mine searching for a befitting reaction to her revelation.Unknown to her, her words would've hurt and surprised me a few months ago, but as I heard them it only felt like a
Hera’s POVWeeks had gone by and each day I felt crazier than the last being holed up in a disgusting dungeon that wasn't fit for royalty such as myself.Layla had replaced all the guards that were loyal to me during her reign with guards from Ethan’s rogue army and they all hated me so my seductive tricks didn't work on them. I was hoping that I’d be able to seduce one of them into setting me free but they looked at me with disdain each time they came to fling plates of food at me every morning and evening so I eventually gave up on that plan.Life seemed hopeless and it felt like the moon goddess had finally abandoned me and shut her ears to my prayers, nothing was working out and it seemed like I’d suffered so much to reach the peak of my dreams just to have it shattered by a teenage whore.Still, I tried to pull through.It was night now and I was trying to fall asleep by replaying my happiest memories in my mind, the beautiful and wholesome moments that I’d spent as Queen before
Layla’s POVThe entire palace was still buzzing with life in the early hours of the morning as preparations from my impromptu coronation were in full swing. I could hear the clustering and swooshing all around as I woke up in the master bedroom that I’d taken over seeing as I was about to be made the official queen of Crescent Valley.As I stretched out my arms, I heard a soft rap on the door.“Who’s there?” I called out in a sleepy voice.“It's me, Nadia” Her soothing voice responded from behind the door.“Come on in” I yawned in between the words and drew my silk pink robe tightly around my waist as she opened the doors.“Hello your highness! How does it feel to be mere hours away from a coronation at eighteen?” Nadia swayed from side to side with some dresses held tightly to her chest and I guessed that there were the selections for the event.“Uh, nervous?” I told her truthfully as I made my way toward the bathroom to freshen up.“You’ll do amazing while making waves in the ancien
Layla’s POVHera’s eyes were blazing with a deadly anger, a type of anger that the old me would've been terrified of if she saw how it radiated off of her, but it was a good thing that I’d buried the timid me in the wilderness before I returned for the throne.“You can either leave peacefully or meet a disgraceful end that whores like you should be accorded” Hera’s eyes held a venomous look that didn't scare me one bit as she threw her empty and ridiculous threats at me.“That crown, that throne, this kingdom…” I punched toward her as I spoke and I could see a hint of surprise flash through her eyes on seeing how much nerves I’d gathered.“All of it belongs to me and I’d love to watch you come at me so we’d see whose blood would end up tainting these floors” My orbs changed from golden brown to the piercing red shade I took when I transformed into a witch.“How dare you!? You! A worthless rat that should’ve been left in the gutters where you belonged! How fucking dare you address me t