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
[Meagia’s pov]I was completely lost, unsure of what steps to take as my pregnancy entered its midway point. It felt as if I was standing at a crossroads, with nothing but uncertainty stretching ahead. Clutching my belly, a mix of despair, worry and anxiety washed over me. I was carrying Eskaal’s unborn child, a life that was both a source of wonder, power and worry.Finding myself in Kaldir's home, I sought solace within its walls. Every corner held memories of moments shared with him, and now, those memories were intermingled with the hopes and dreams I held for my growing child. It was a peculiar feeling, being here, in this place that had become a sanctuary of sorts.With every passing day, I whispered silent prayers, sending my thoughts out into the universe
The door to Rancel's home swung open with a heavy creak, announcing her return after weeks. She stepped inside, her demeanour a mixture of weariness and a lingering fire. The scent of a hearty stew wafted through the air, but any comfort it might have offered was overshadowed by the tension that seemed to cling to every corner of the room.Beta Liam, her father, sat at the kitchen table, his brows furrowed and his expression stern. As soon as Rancel entered, he stood up, his voice laden with disapproval. "Rancel, we need to talk."Rancel met her father's gaze with a measured indifference. She had anticipated this confrontation, even welcomed it. She shrugged off her coat and met his gaze head-on. "Fine, let's talk. What is it now?”Liam's voice grew steely as he
The air was heavy with tension as Rancel stood before Cinhard once again, her eyes burning with a mix of frustration and longing. Cinhard's gaze was guarded, his features a mask of stubborn resolve. "You can't just ignore the truth, Cinhard," Rancel's voice held an edge of urgency, her words a plea. "You can't pretend that the bond we share doesn't exist." Cinhard's jaw clenched, his voice firm. "Rancel, this isn't about ignoring anything. It's about accepting the choices we've made." Rancel's voice grew sharper, her frustration boiling over. "Choices? You speak of choices as if they're set in stone. But our bond, Cinhard, it's real. You can't simply turn away from it." Cinhard's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and determination. "Rancel, you're being delusional. Love isn't something that can be forced. And I do not want you as my mate!" Rancel's gaze bore into his, her voice unwavering. "And it isn't something that can be ignored either. You can't erase the connection between u