The beta Liam sat on the edge of his bed after Clara was gone, he started staring out of his window at the rain-soaked streets below. The tapping of raindrops against the glass seemed to echo the tumultuous thoughts swirling in his mind. Meagia, his daughter whom he had picked up from the forest, had moved on and found herself a new boyfriend. It had been several months since he had disowned her and threw Meagia out, and Liam had done his best to move on as well from the idea of having two daughters. But tonight, as the rain fell and the memories flooded back, he found himself unable to shake off the feeling that he needed to see her again.He rubbed his temples, his fingers tracing the contours of his furrowed brow. "Should I ask my man if he has found her or not?" he mumbled to himself. He knew he shouldn't be meddling in her life, especially now that she was with someone else. But the thought of her being out there, somewhere in the city all alone, made his heart ache. He wondered
Liam's footsteps echoed on the cobblestone streets as he approached Eskaal's house. His anxiety grew when he knew that there was no other person who could tell him about her other than her mate. The air was tense with a mix of guilt, depression and anxiety. He had been searching for Meagia, desperate to find her and reconnect after all these months. And now, he had come to Eskaal, hoping to get some answers. Eskaal's house was a modest one, with vines creeping up the walls and a slightly worn wooden door. Liam hesitated before knocking, his hand hovering for a moment before he rapped his knuckles against the weathered surface. The door swung open, revealing Eskaal, his brows furrowing in surprise at the sight of Liam. "Beta Liam? What are you doing here?" Liam's jaw was clenched, his eyes intense. "I need to talk to you, Eskaal. It's about Meagia.'' The beta seemed genuine though he remained calm to hide his aggression. He wanted to grab Eskaal by collars and confront how did he
Liam's frustration had reached a boiling point as he stood in front of Eskaal's face once again. He had come seeking answers, his determination to know everything that day once for all was outstanding as a father. The beta kept on probing him for more answers, and Eskaal's gaze met his, an unspoken tension hanging in the air. "What is it now, Liam? What do you want to know more about?" Eskaal's voice was tinged with a mix of irritation and weariness. Liam's eyes locked onto Eskaal's, his own gaze glaring at Eskaal with bubbling rage. "I need to know, Eskaal. Why did you let Meagia go? Why did you leave her, knowing she was pregnant? You claim that I have no right to get her back while you are no less evil than me." Eskaal's brows furrowed, a mixture of surprise and annoyance evident in his expression. "Where did you hear that?" L
As the sun dipped below the horizon after beta Liam was gone, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape. Eskaal stood alone at the edge of the terrace, gazing out at the fading light over the vast expanse. His mind was a continuously moving sea of thoughts, each wave crashing against the shores of his conscience. Liam's departure had left a thoughful echoing emptiness, a void that he wasn't sure how to fill. And Meagia… her image lingered in his mind like a fragile wisp of smoke, weaving through the corners of his thoughts. He clenched his fists, the rough fabric of his cloak rustling softly in the evening breeze. In hindsight, he couldn't shake the gnawing regret that now haunted his heart. “My decision to send Meagia back to her own brother had been swift.” Driven by a mixture of worry for her safety and a perceived sense of duty. But now, as the weight of solitude bore down on him
As the musings of his thoughts spiralled, a knock at the door disrupted the tranquillity of his solitude. “Who is this now?” The rapping sound echoed in the small space, reverberating like a foreign intrusion against the backdrop of his introspection. Eskaal's gaze flicked towards the door, his thoughts reluctantly torn away from the influx of confused ideas that had occupied his mind.Reluctantly, he stood up, his chair scraping softly against the wooden floor as he made his way to the door. “What the heck! Stop knocking repeatedly.” A sense of curiosity mingled with his contemplation as he unlocked the latch and swung the door open, revealing a figure bathed in the dim hallway light.It was Clara, her presence like a sudden burst of black colour in his already troubled world. Her eyes met his,
The flickering candlelight cast gentle shadows on the walls as Eskaal and Clara lingered at the table, the seemingly intimate conversation was nor forming a bond between them which felt simultaneously fragile and easily exploitable. A sense of renewal hung in the air as Eskaal and Clara lingered at the table, their conversation a bridge between past regrets and the promise of a new connection.Clara's smile remained, a reflection of the warmth in her eyes as she held Eskaal's gaze. "Eskaal, I want us to be friends again at least. I miss our connection, our discussions about life and the world around us."Eskaal felt a soft ache in his chest, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. "I want that too, Clara. More than you can imagine.” Eskaal
Eskaal sat on the weathered wooden bench inside the kitchen, his keen eyes fixed on Clara as she approached him with an air of innocence that didn't fool him for a moment. Eskaal observed Clara's approach from across the lounge, his keen wolf senses attuned to every nuance of her movement. Her steps were deliberate, her smile precise to seduce Eskaal, and her voice dripped with an uncharacteristic and unnatural sweetness. He leaned against the stone pillar, his expression unreadable, though his mind was far from oblivious.The gentle breeze ruffled his dark hair, but his attention remained unwavering, locked onto her every movement. He knew precisely why Clara had sought him out in this secluded corner of the castle grounds. The tension that had lingered between them for weeks had finally reached its breaking point.
Alpha Eskaal sat on the sofa in his cozy living room with Clara, a steaming cup of tea cradled in his hands. He took a sip, relishing the soothing warmth that spread through him. It had been a long and tiring day, and he intentionally created the chance for Clara to play by her plans. The fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air.As he set the cup down on the side table, a strange sensation washed over him. The room seemed to waver, the edges of his vision blurring slightly. Eskaal blinked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he tried to shake off the sudden dizziness, attributing it to fatigue.But the dizziness persisted, and his eyelids grew heavy. Before he knew it, his head drooped, and he slumped against the sofa cushions. The cup of tea slipped from his fingers, its contents untouched, as his senses faded and darkness closed in