[Eskaal's pov]"I'm sorry, Eskaal," Zilver says, his voice quiet. "I know this is hard to hear, but you need to face the truth. Meagia is in danger, and you need to protect her. And if you could not then she would have to accept her lycan mate and the bond with you will be nullified." As he spoke of the danger that lurking around her, the threat this new mate of Meagia's might pose to me, anger and protectiveness mingled in a storm within my chest.I shook my head, feeling lost and alone. "I don't know what to do," I spoke with my voice barely above a whisper. Torn and feeling betrayed I had no idea what to do and how to proceed with that new information which was beyond my understanding. My world had turned upside down all of a sudden and there was nobody I could trust now anymore."We will figure it out together," Zilver responded with an assurance which I truly hated, while placing a hand on my shoulder. "Just don't give up hope." I glared at him and pushed his hand away to show me
Clara strode into the grand house of lycan king Kaldir, her presence commanding the attention of the guards and security personnel stationed at every corner. The air was tense, filled with an unspoken anticipation as they eyed her warily. She had an air of determination about her, as if she were a force to be reckoned with. "Where is he?" Clara's voice cut through the silence, her tone firm and unwavering. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of the man she sought – Kaldir. The guards exchanged uncertain glances, clearly caught off guard by her sudden appearance and demand. "He's not here, miss," one of the guards finally stammered, stepping forward cautiously. "Alpha Kaldir isn't currently on the premises." The guard tried to reason out knowing that the alpha did not like anyone’s unannounced presence. Clara's jaw clenched, frustration and impatience evident on her face. "I don't have time for games. I need to see him now. It's urgent." The security personnel exchange
Meagia sat alone in her dimly lit room, a book spread open in her lap but her attention drifting elsewhere while thinking of an escape. A faint unease prickled at the back of her neck, a sensation that something was about to shift. She glanced around, her hazel eyes flicking from one corner to another, searching for a source to her restlessness.As if on cue, a creak echoed through the room, the sound of the door slowly inching open. Meagia's heart skipped a beat, her senses on high alert. Her gaze locked onto the doorway, waiting with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.And then, there she was. Clara, her raven-black hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her presence was like a breath of unexpected wind, simultaneously refreshing and unsettling. Clara stepped into the room, her eyes locking onto Meagia's. A hesitant smile tugged at the corners of Clara's lips, and Meagia couldn't help but mirror it, though her surprise remained palpable. They were frien
[Meagia’s pov]After Clara left, I sank back onto the bed, my thoughts swirling in a tumultuous sea. My mind replayed the conversation over and over again, Clara's tearful admission ringing in my ears. But beneath the surface of her words, a nagging suspicion had taken an underlying root."Clara and Kaldir," I muttered to the empty room, my voice barely a whisper. "They must have been planning something bigger than I thought." The pieces of the puzzle were fitting together, the unsettling truth emerging from the shadows. The door creaking open, Clara's sudden appearance, it all felt planned sneakily, a carefully crafted plan to lure me away from Eskaal, from the safe zone and from my mate.My brow furrowed as I thought about the way Clara had turned sweet, almost too sweet. It was unlike her to change her stance so quickly. A cold realisation settled in my chest, something wasn't right with her sudden change of personality. Clara's swift change of heart, her alliance with Kaldir, it f
[Eskaal’s pov]Returning to my home in Gravestone pack after weeks away, I could feel the tension in the air even before I entered. The grand entrance hall, adorned with the mockery I had received and dimly lit by flickering torches, seemed to hold an atmosphere of impending confrontation. I took a deep breath knowing that my father would be awaiting, steeling myself for the inevitable clash that awaited.As I stepped into the hall, my father stood there, a formidable figure with a stern expression etched upon his weathered face. His eyes, the same shade of intense blue as mine, bore into me with a mixture of disappointment and anger."Eskaal," he began, his voice a low growl that seemed to reverberate through the very walls. "Where have you been?" His voice carried a blend of anger and concern. Sure enough, as I stepped into the grand foyer, his stern voice echoed through the halls. I knew it was coming and was inevitable. I met his gaze evenly, my jaw clenched in defiance. "I have
The sun had begun its descent beyond the horizon after Clara left Kaldir’s home. The sunlight was casting a warm golden glow across the cityscape. Inside the sleek, charcoal-colored vehicle, Clara's fingers tapped nervously on the leather-wrapped steering wheel. Her hazel eyes stared ahead at the road, but her mind was a swirling vortex of uncertainty.The hum of the engine and the rhythmic purr of the tires against the road provided a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. She adjusted her sunglasses, the dark lenses shielding her eyes from prying gazes. The traffic flowed steadily, the world around her a blur of buildings and streetlights.As Clara took the turn towards the downtown of Kaldir’s pack the bustling streets. Her thoughts danced between the events of yesterday night and the intricate web of her plan. She had spent hours recalling the talks and the scenarios, smirking over those spread lies and the half-truths she spoke to Meagia and carefully chosen words. Meagia was a form
The night had deepened, the sky painted with the inky hues of midnight. Clara emerged from her house with purpose, her steps purposeful and resolute. She locked the door behind her and headed towards her sleek sedan, parked under the moonlit canopy of trees that lined her driveway. The cool night air wrapped around her, carrying with it a sense of anticipation and determination. Sliding into the driver's seat, Clara inserted the key into the ignition, and the engine roared to life. The soft glow of dashboard lights illuminated her profile as she adjusted the rearview mirror, her hazel eyes meeting her own gaze with a mixture of resolve and uncertainty. As the car rolled down the quiet suburban street, Clara's thoughts were a whirlwind of plans and possibilities. The outskirts of the city beckoned, a trail of open roads and hidden corners that offered a stark contrast to the urban bustle she had left behind. The wind whispered through the open windows, carrying with it the scent of n
The first rays of dawn crept through Clara's bedroom window, painting the walls in a soft, golden hue. Clara stretched languidly beneath her sheets, the comfort of sleep gradually releasing its hold on her. As her senses sharpened, her thoughts turned to the day ahead and the conversation she needed to have. The events of the previous night lingered in her mind, and her heart felt heavy with the weight of the decision she had made.With a determined sigh, Clara swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, her feet sinking into the plush carpet. She moved through her morning routine with practised ease, the events of the past few days a constant presence in her mind. The conversation with Meagia and the weight of decisions lingered, a reminder that the bonds of friendship could be both a source of strength and a challenge.Dressed in a simple but elegant gown, Clara made her way to the garden, where she and Liam often met for quiet moments. The sound of birdsong and the fragrance