I try to fight my wolf but somewhere within me I know that he is right. Along the way, I hated myself for being tied down by Agatha, so I convinced myself that being a good husband and father meant accepting all her abuse. As if that was not enough, I told myself I was protecting the pack by keeping peace in my home. But all I've done is enable wickedness to grow stronger under my roofI watch through my wolf's eyes as Leah maintains her tears and as Agatha rages about King Alonso's letter. This is not the first time I have found myself in this type of situation- a crying Leah and Agatha who would defend her even though she is going against logic. And there I would sit in front of them, speechless.But today is different. Today I have let my wolf take over now he is questioning everything they are saying. He is demanding the truth. I see the shock in their eyes and for a moment I feel what it feels like to be the old me again.Then Agatha approaches, hand raised to give me one of her u
"Pain! Pain! Pain!" my wolf screams like a maniac"Just… just shut up already! I told you! And I'll see how we are struggling pitifully on the ground!" I try to reply even though I am feeling excruciating painThe pain is unbearable. My throat is dry and on top of that it is tight- like I am being strangled. I cannot breathe well-my breathing is laboured so much that I feel like the next one might be the last. I am scared.My wolf's reckless decision to eat that cursed peanut butter ice cream has left our body in complete chaos. All he does is to ask without his senses, never listening to me. Now, because of my allergy, I see red welts all over my skin and it itches so bad- I can't even move not to talk of scratching it. On top of everything that is happening to me, my eyes are closing, my vision blurryI cannot see properly, but I watch as servants scatter away from me. None want to help - they've learned over the years that getting involved in anything concerning their Alpha usually l
Agatha’s POVThe sting across my cheek burned like fire and lightning. Harry? Slap me? My cheekbone hurts. For a moment, I cannot process what had just happened. Harry - my submissive, pathetic husband that I have wrapped under my fingers - has struck me? The same Harry who has crawled beneath my feet for years, who has accepted every punishment, every humiliation I'd given him wholeheartedly? Now he has dared to raise his hand against me?All because of what? Because I had snatched that letter from the messenger's hands? He is not even addressing how he had been writing to the Alistair Kingdom behind my back. I am sure he wrote a lot of rubbish to king Alonso before he no doubt mentioned Alora. That troublesome girl - always causing problems, just like her father used to before I had broken him to the man he was a few minutes ago"Do you see what you've done?" I had screamed at Harry earlier, waving the letter in his face and spitting at him. "Writing to King Alonso about our private
Harry's POVI gasp when I see Agatha's face hovering above me like a weapon fashioned against me. She is smiling like a serpent. I hate the way she is looking at me. I cannot help but feel chills run down my spine. For a moment, I think I am dead - that the peanut allergy combined with Agatha's injection has killed me and this is my personal hell- a hell where my Agatha tortures meme. With trembling arms, I try to push myself up in the bed that looks like a hospital bed, but my body feels impossibly heavy."Am I dead?" The words escape from my dry throat.Agatha's laugh fills the air hilariously like I just said something very funny, Ha ha ha… rubbish“Oh, Harry,” she coos. “If I wanted you dead, you would be. It is that simple." She perches on the side of my bed, her red nails look like a witch’s own- she is too wicked. "That little injection I gave you in the ambulance? Just a joke, darling- a prank to make you think you are dying. Was it not funky?” she moves closer to me. “You se
King Alonso's POVI am supposed to be reviewing reports from the outer territories affiliated to my kingdom, but Alpha Harry's letter keeps drawing my attention back- it is sitting on my table, calling my name again and again. Ever since I got the letter yesterday, I have been disturbed. I have read the letters countless times just this morning. It is like I am addicted to reading it. Whenever I read it, I feel a fresh anger"Looking for my daughter is becoming tiresome," he wrote amidst other topics. "Perhaps you can turn her into your slave since you are with her,” he talks about her like she is nothing. I hate the way omega are treated. If I find the white wolf, I would do a total reform concerning that matterThe casual dismissal in his words makes my beast stir restlessly. How dare he speak of her that way? His daughter ? It is true what the rumour says- that Alora is in constant peril in that household ."She deserves better than this rubbish," my beast growls, and I agree compl
Leo and I exchange alarmed looks before turning back to the servant. "Speak clearly, would you!?" I command and I see him shake under the boom of my voice. "What is happening?"The servant is still shaky but he tries to study himself. "Reports are coming in from all the provinces, Your Majesty. Attacks on the borders, fires in the villages. People are dying. And the people..." He swallows hard, pauses briefly like a storyteller who wants to build tension.“What is wrong with the people!?”I ask impatiently"They're gathering in the streets. They are scared. They are demanding to see the white wolf. This is the prophecy of the curse, Your Majesty. The children are showing signs of the curse already. They say... they say we're running out of time and you need to show them the white wolf."I move to my window, Leo following silently behind me. From here, I realise for the first time in that morning that the whole Kingdom is covered in smoke."Your orders, My King?" Leo asks quietly.I star
Alora's POV…Then grabbing my hand - this time without asking me, he pushes me towards a corner in the room- I guess that is where the hidden tunnel is. “We need to start moving…” but he stops when we hear pounding on the door. My heart stops and my body threatens to shut down. “ have finally been found…” I shake in fear. “Lucas, you don't need to get involved just turn me in… tell them you found me…” I look at him with watery eyes…The pounding keeps coming heavier. The person knocking is so insistent. We have tried to ignore the person but they keep knocking. I am so afraid and frozen to a spot, but Lucas grabs my shoulders, trying to push me toward the tunnel entrance."Go, Alora! Run as fast as you can and don't look back!" he urges. I can see that he is scared tooBut I stand firmly on the ground, shaking my head- I cannot betray him like this. The guards know that he is on here with somebody, if I leave, he would be queried. I shake my head again. "No, I can't! They'll know yo
Lucas's POVOfficer Frendricks closes the tunnel door behind him and he lets out a sigh of relief- thankfully, it is only the both of us that know about the tunnel. “I pray she gets there safely,” he clasps his hands together in a prayer form“Me too,” I reply, my heart still racing from helping Alora escape. I don't like seeing her tear-stained face because it haunts me. It has been such a long time since I last saw her cry. After I broke our bond and broke her heart, she cried so much and begged me for days. That time, I had bled in my heart, cursed myself for not being man enough and screamed at the moon goddess for putting me in that kind of situation. When I continued walking out on her, she toughened up around me and avoided me like a plaqueNow I have seen her cry, my heart bleeds again. Life is so … cruel and unfair towards her. Sometimes I think to myself if she had committed a crime in her past life that she is suffering for now. I silently pray to the Moon Goddess to ke
“Okay… that is Enough!" Agatha pulls something from her coat – a black amulet that looks strange. "Let us stop this!” she screams before she turns to AloraYou leave me no choice.""Oh please, shut up, mother," Alora says. "You just consistently make the wrong choices."She raised both hands, and the earth beneath us begins to tremble. Cracks appears in the ground, spreading outward from where she levitats. White energy crackles around her like lightning."Hold her!" Agatha commanded, but even she took a step back. Something was wrong. Very wrong.Alora's body begins to convulse, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed."What's happening?" Emma whispers behind me, clutching my mother's arm. I want to tell her everything would be okay, but I cannot find my voice.“Just stay away…” I say instead. “Run away… follow mother!” I talk to her with a sense of haste and panic“No I cannot leave you here, brother Lucas…” she breaks down crying“Go… go!” I urge in urgency“No! I will n
At first, Alora bursts out of the car runningStop her!" Agatha's commands.Two of Darren's men lunge for her, but she is a bit fast dodging them severally when they try to catch her. For a moment, I think she might make it. Then three more guards appeared before she knows it, she is caught."No!" she screams as they drag her. "Let me go!" she struggles. Then seeing that her struggles are futile, she understand the severity situation and she begins begging"Please," Alora whimpers as they drag her. "Please don't do this." Her voice is getting smaller and smaller. She keeps looking at me with tears in her face “Lucas, please..." she begs anything and anyoneI turn away. I couldn't bear to see her like this- plus I also have my own problem- I don't know what Agatha is planning to do to me and my familyran."Bring her here," Agatha commanded, pointing at the spot in front of her. "And this time, make sure she can't run."They dragged her back, her feet leaving trails in the dirt as sh
"Why should I believe you?" She finally says, her voice trembling slightly. "You handed me over to them before! You are confusing me! Are you for me or against me!”“Alora! This is not the time! I will explain later!” I put out my hands in an extension to her, but she doesn't take them- instead she takes a few steps back, she is scared of me now and it stings at my heart"I'm trying to help you now," I say, my voice low and urgent.“I don't need your help!” she almost screams, but she immediately remembers where we are“Please…” I plead silently but urgently. I reach out, my hand almost touching her arm, but she raises the stick up as if to show that he would attack me. "Trust me, just this once."Her eyes soften, then it hardens, then softens again. She opens her mouth as if to speak, closes it, opens it again. I can see that she is having an internal conflict- asking herself if she should trust me. She takes half a step toward me, stops, retreats. The bends -lowers an inch, then ris
The moment Agatha's ultimatum pierces my ears, I know I have to find a way out. My sister Emma's terrified eyes doesn't leave me even as they drag her back into the car. Her silent plea for rescue is louder than even if she screams- I would have preferred she screams rather than remain quiet and give me those eyes that make guilt gnaw at me. Agatha's cruel grip on my family has always been suffocating, but now she has crossed a line that I am willing to fight against. I need to be a man and do what is right.As soon as the dizziness passes, I'm moving. One moment, I want to help Alora, the next I'll do anything to save my family. The shock of the blow quickly transforms into determination. I can hear Alora's footsteps as she escapes. I know what's at stake- it is either her or EmmaI am reminded about Agatha’s threat to Emma. One mistake, and my sister pays the price. I am so confused right now. I feel so much like a loser. I cannot protect my family and I cannot protect the one I cla
The taste of blood? Oh please, I am used to it by now. Darren's men still hold me down against the forest floor. Blood and dirt mixed in my mouth, but that doesn't even bother me one bit. My attention is fixed on Luna Agatha as she approaches the invisible barrier where the cabin stands. Her black dress seems to make her more evil, and I fight back a shudder as she reaches out to touch the protection spells."Such clever magic," she murmurs, her fingers almost going through the air where the barrier shines faintly. "An old protection spell. Your father taught you well, Lucas. But not well enough. Or perhaps you are not worthy enough"My heart stops as she nods toward the black Mercedes. They open the car boot and I watch in horror as two guards drag Emma out. My sister's face is tear-stained and she is scared – she looks so much like our father that my chest aches because I cannot protect her now. I hate the Luna!"No!" I struggle harder against the hands holding me down. "She has no
Darren notices what I am trying to do. "Don't even think about it," he growls and so I don't move.“How come you watch seven alpha's die? I heard they died so young in war and you didn't even try to save them?”"Are you stupid?" I am getting the exact reaction I want to get from Darren- he is as angry as I want him to. "You're barely old enough to remember the last war, and you think you can speak to me about sacrifice and leadership!? Do you know what I had to sacrifice!?”I force a smirk even though I am calculating the places and corners to run and escape with. I also calculate how fast I can open the door, enter inside and relocate even though I know that after relocating I will be a rogue wolf forever because I will obviously be an enemy of the pack for going directly against the Alpha's orders and housing a wanted pack traitor, Alora- that is what the pack calls her now. I look at Darren and I like the way he is heaving in anger. "Seven Alphas died under your watch. That's not
Darren notices what I am trying to do. "Don't even think about it," he growls and so I don't move.“How come you watch seven alpha's die? I heard they died so young in war and you didn't even try to save them?”"Are you stupid?" I am getting the exact reaction I want to get from Darren- he is as angry as I want him to. "You're barely old enough to remember the last war, and you think you can speak to me about sacrifice and leadership!? Do you know what I had to sacrifice!?”I force a smirk even though I am calculating the places and corners to run and escape with. I also calculate how fast I can open the door, enter inside and relocate even though I know that after relocating I will be a rogue wolf forever because I will obviously be an enemy of the pack for going directly against the Alpha's orders and housing a wanted pack traitor, Alora- that is what the pack calls her now. I look at Darren and I like the way he is heaving in anger. "Seven Alphas died under your watch. That's not
Now I am watching Daren almost find Alora and if he is as good as he claims to be, Alora is in trouble because he would be able to sense hiding magic in the area. Alora would not be able to leave because Daren would stay there until she comes out. I want to relocate the house, but the house can only be relocated when I- the key holder and the descendant of the builder is in itThis makes me remember how during the war, we were stuck in the house for over a month because the soldier sensed hiding magic. Dad had not given anyone the power to relocate yet. So the soldiers stayed outside for more than one month waiting for us to come out from wherever we were hiding. Food and basic needs were not a problem because the house provided for us. But staying indoors for over a month was mentally stressful. Dad on the other hand kept watching us, until one day he decided to distract the soldiers. He kept trying for days until one day he succeeded. Immediately he got in, we relocated to another
"I want to accept it so badly. To let her take away the pain, to let her touch me so I can feel our energy one last time. But is it worth it? Agatha's warning signs in my ears like a bad omen. At that moment, Goth walks in with a slightly bent head, he avoids my gaze because of what Agatha had made him do. Of all the guards who hit me, Agatha had made him hit me the most. I hold no grudge against him yet- well until I understand what the stakes were for him to betray me like that. Was it money offered or threats made to him? From the looks of the things in the hall, it is the laterIn the night, they come for me again. This time, they brought videos of my mother's torture- they hold her hostage since they captured her. The message is clear- reject Alora, or watch everyone I love suffer.The next morning, I do the unthinkable."We need to talk," I tell Alora- I make my voice sound cold and strange. We stand in the empty corridor before the first period, my heart breaking with every