I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation. General Thomas, a daunting figure marked by scars etched deep into his weathered face, fixed me with a gaze so intense it felt like it could pierce through my very soul. His eyes, simmering with hostility, bore into me as he posed his question again."Aurora, you must agree to lead the front war," General Thomas insisted, his voice unwavering.‘Me, leading the war on the front line? You must be out of you mind.’“I am sorry,” I replied, feeling a twinge of fear. “I don’t have the ability to fight, nor to lead a fight. I really don’t think I am suited for it.”“You may not lead nor know how to kill.” His response was curt, the harshness in his tone unmistakable. “But your pact, the ex-Royal Guard. They can do better. Give me all your pact or give back to Nicholas and let him lead the war. And don’t forget to return everything you received from Prince Nicholas.”I felt a knot of confusion tighten in my stomach. “What do you mean?”
"I don't," I quickly replied. But I can feel something starting to change inside me. Like Xander had told me, my blood slowly changing, starting to emit a pheromone. And after that, my whole body started to change for a more powerful and perfect structure of the body. Adding high-quality serum while training, I could feel that my vision, mind, and whole body were clearer and sharper. I felt more powerful daily. And yes, maybe I have a charming ability, but I don't dare to say that.Nicholas, his face contorted with anger and a sense of betrayal, demanded, “Enough, Ferdinand. Just tell me, do you seek to buy my support or not? If you have no such intention, I shall take my leave now.”“Nicholas! This isn't about mere coins; it's about honor!” My father's voice thundered across the room, his face flushed with fervor.“You damned old man. You refuse to pay, yet you expect me to sacrifice myself for nothing but honor? You're no better than Victor. I am done here.” Nicholas’s voice dripped
I sat quietly in a clean cell with shiny silver bars, thinking, on the hard bed. Nicholas was also locked up, in the cell to my right. The air felt thick around us, filled with the sterile smell of metal. It was our first day meeting my father, and we were already behind bars.What a life.‘Do I have to cry again?’ I wondered, a weary sigh escaping my lips. Even myself is already tired of me. I can only cry and never seem to do anything better. I longed to be like Nadine – strong, powerful, a master of my own destiny. Even Bianca possessed a strength I envied.But what am I? Haven't I promised to be strong and never regret whatever I am going to do again?Yet, here I was, drowning in regret, I really regret losing Xanders and Nadine. With them, I almost felt invincible; they supported me, accepted me as I was. Even in my weakness, they stood by me, patiently guiding me towards my own strength. They valued me for who I truly was.Xanders... he had become my everything.'Why did I hurt
As I lay there napping, half-asleep, the familiar voice of my mother pierced through my dreams, pulling me back to a harsher reality.“Aurora,” she called, her voice laced with a deep-seated worry that seemed to echo off the cold walls of the jail.I don't know whether she worries about me or worries about me not following Ferdinand's plan.“I don’t think we have anything to talk about anymore,” I responded, without bothering to wake up. I couldn't bring myself to look at her directly, the sting of her betrayal too fresh, too painful. She, my mother, betrayed me. In the name of family. No, it is I, myself who chose to follow her. So it is my own stupidity.‘I should not follow her way of thinking without any facts.’"Please, Aurora, just this once, follow what your father has arranged for you." She implored, her hands clasping and unclasping nervously. "Don't you want the three of us to be together again? The chance is finally here.""Family?" I scoffed bitterly, finally turning to fa
I am NathanAt the age of 21, I had already enlisted in the Special Forces, a unit renowned for international counter-terrorism operations and critical rescue missions, including the apprehension of high-profile terrorists. I traveled to Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, North Korea, and many other dangerous countries.As an Alpha werewolf, my physique was robust, and my reflexes were swift, propelling me ahead of my peers and quickly establishing me as the leader of my specialized team.However, everything shifted five years ago during a mission involving a terrorist known as Eclipse. The reality was, it wasn't Eclipse itself but an impostor using its name to wreak havoc and inadvertently entangle citizens in a foreign country. Our team was dispatched for a rescue operation, and I was on the brink of capturing Eclipse's trail.For months, I tirelessly pursued them from the fake Eclipse to the real Eclipse, slowly figuring out what they really wanted. They wanted werewolves to be able to li
“Nathan, where are you going?” a woman's voice called from behind, laced with a tone of concern, as I trod towards the underground jail. I turned to find Clarie hastening towards me, her gown billowing slightly with her hurried steps.“What are you doing here, Princess?” I asked, a hint of surprise in my voice. In Eclipse, that was our nickname for her, for she was the daughter of Ferdinand. She walked beside me, her steps mirroring mine. Observing her closely, I noticed the similarity she bore to Aurora - a resemblance not just in features but in the subtle expressions that danced across her face.“You won the fight, didn’t you? Don’t you think that means I will be your mate, Nathan?” Her voice was sweet, tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty.A pang of pity struck me as I thought of her entanglement in a political marriage. “Don’t worry about it, Princess. I have already sought Aurora’s hand in marriage. And your likely mate is Ivan the Russian.” I continued walking towards the
AuroraDo I believe in Nathan? Would he help me? The answer is yes. I believe in him, and he will help me. We grew up together in Oakhaven. He loved me, or so I had thought. It seemed impossible for him not to help me, especially now that I'm in danger.“Soon, we will go out together. Forgive me, Aurora,” my mother's voice quivered, heavy with a guilt that seemed to suffocate the very air around us. “I put a tapping device on Ferdinand. I heard he plans to kill us. We must find a way out from here.” Her eyes, once vibrant, now mirrored the fear that had rooted itself deep within her soul.“Nathan!” My mom's voice cracked with a glimmer of hope as she saw Nathan approaching with Claire. But her face turned pale, drained of all color, as six security guards, armed to the teeth, rushed in. Ferdinand followed, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to darken the already gloomy cell.“Miranda, I never knew you would betray me.” His voice was a sad melody, a stark contrast to the coldnes
The first rays of the morning sun caressed the dew-laden green field, casting a golden glow over the landscape. Majestically, the castle stood, a silent sentinel through hundreds of years, witnessing generations rise in power and fall into oblivion.Now, the same castle would bear witness to the brewing storm of war. General Victor, now hailed by his people as King Victor, stood resolutely at the forefront of his army, a formidable force of 20,000. Opposite him, Ferdinand, alongside his son Charles, commanded an even larger army of 50,000.Ferdinand's voice thundered across the field, his words laced with contempt. “Victor, you are a traitor. How dare you kill your own king! A traitor does not deserve the crown. Those who follow Victor, have you no shame in supporting such treachery? If you are a man of honor, you are supposed to cut his head and present it to the late king!”Winning the war wasn't merely a numerical clash of forces; it was also a moral and ideological battle. Those w