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
Lucas's POVNow it is my turn to hold her down. I can't possibly do what Agatha is telling me to do… How am I supposed to…? I am thinking of several ways in which I can play this off without getting into trouble and without getting Alora into deeper shit. I don't want to be part of this evil thing that Agatha is trying to prove to the pack members- that Alora is an uncontrollable wolf who needs a male figurehead- no matter how toxic and perverted- to control herSo instead I stare at her, my heart pounding. I start to think of a way to escape this situation without actually hurting her or looking suspicious to Agatha. Alora keeps fighting and growling. At this point in time, with how much she is in distress, she would not even listen to the moon goddess herself- not to talk of meAgatha's suspicious eyes are on me. I know that she is searching for any sign of deception- I know she does not completely believe that I am on her side. It surprises me on how simply she just took my lies.
Lucas’s POVLeah nods, but even the blind can see that she doesn't want to leave me behind. "Don't move from this spot," she orders me like I am so sort of puppy that she own. "I'll be right back."As she is going, she turns back again. “Wait! I need to make sure of that,” she brings out a similar cuffs to the one that she put on my neck before. But this one is for the hand and she cuffs me. “This is silver and there's a tracker in it. I don't wish to be harsh but, you can change your mind and I want to be the one that will help you bring it back”With that done, she hurries away, following the messenger. As soon as she disappears from my side, I move.Not toward the great hall. Not toward the exit. But in the direction the messenger came from. Toward the sounds of commotion. Toward Alora. I don't know what I'm going to do there, but I'm going to do somethingThe silver collar is not something that can go on notice to period it is on my hand. My father's voice echoes in my mind- “si
Chapter 92Luca's POVLeah takes the leash off my neck- stwp one in actually winning this game if I use my head well. "Come," she says, taking my hand. "Mother arranged for us to have special seats. Right at the front."I follow her outsidw of the door and as soon as I step out, I make suee to take a deep breath. I have not been outside for a pretty long timeMy cell is in a separate wing of the main pack house, isolated from the common areas. It has a reason why it is called an isolated cell- a type of cell build so that the prisoner would have a deep thinking about what they did. Three guards stand at attention at the end of the hall, nodding respectfully to Leah as we approach. “Good day, Lady. Good day, lady,” theay all geat her anr Leah act like ahe is deaf in the ears because she does not act like she heard them greet her"I'm escorting the prisoner,” she looks at me. “Lucas to the ceremony," she corrects herself as she informs them. Just incase mother asks. But it is by her o
Luca's POVIt takes every ounce of my willpower not to recoil. Her lips are soft. I hate that I notice that her lips are soft. But they are demanding, her hands clutching at my shoulders, dragging my hair. She tastes like fish and desperation. My wolf is going bunkers, screaming, gagging, demanding thar I push this false mate away. “Why would you lwt this happen!?” he growls. “Lucas! Lucas! Lucas!” he screams. “Just take a chill pill!” I try to convince him despite my irritation too. I am going bunkers myself, but I force myself to respond to Leah's lips- if I have to pretend, the. i should do it well and get the best result there is. I force myself to cup the back of her head, to make a sound of pleasure that I don't feel. It os irritating, but I do it anyway When I finally pull back, Leah's eyes are shinning, her breathing rapid. She looks at me like I'm a prize she's finally won. "I've waited so long for that," she whispers. Then slowly, I see her face begin to redden. I think s
Lucas's POVShe steps closer, close enough that I can smell her smell of her desire and it makes my stomach turn."You, of course," she whispers. "Once Alora is bound to Alpha Leo, there's nothing keeping us apart. Mother has already agreed that after the ceremony, you'll be released into my care. As my mate, then our wedding preparations will start “The arrangement is so absurd I almost laugh, but the deadly seriousness in her eyes stops me. She truly believes this. She truly believes that I will allow myself to be married to her?"Alora is dangerous," Leah continues, switching her useless manipulative tactics when she sees my expression. "You haven't seen her. The heat has made her wild, uncontrollable. She even attacked a guard. She could hurt herself or others. Alpha Leo is the only one strong enough to handle her now, can't you see?"Alpha Leo is ten times her age," I growl. "He is a predator. Everyone knows this!”Leah waves a dismissive hand. "He is a respected Alpha from a s
Lucas's POVI am ready for the drama that I am going to actBut instead of heavy boots hitting the ground, I hear light graceful clicking of heels just towards my door. This should be someone different and unexpectedI quickly throw the rest of the ceremonial clothes on top of the bed and I position myself behind the door. The broken spoon's jagged is still with me. I don't know what this new plan is, but I will sure make it jell for them. At least one werewolf must go downThe silver lock clicks with a small noise and the door opens up. I take a pose, ready to strike. But this is not a guard or an ordinary servant. O know because of the scent that rushes into my nose- a familiar perfume mixed with sweat and royaltyIt is LeahI see her as she steps into the room, and I freeze in surprise. Someway, somehow, she is the last person I expected.She's alone. No guards. No backup. She is not scared of me. And she looks... different. Disheveled. Her usually perfect appearance is in in slig
Lucas's POVOf course she does. Agatha wants me to watch as Alora is bound forever to another. She knows I was originally bound to Alora and she knows I have not moved past my feelings for her. So she wants me to witness my own personal hell. I hate that woman so much. Of tables were turned, no I would not kill her- I am not built like that, instead I would give her a a million years of hard community service so that she can atone for all the wickedness she has done in this world"What did they do to her… Alora?" I demand, stepping closer to the guard. "What is that scent?""I don't ask questions," he replies, but his eyes move towards the direction of the door "And if you're smart, neither will you. Curiousity kills, Sir Lucas.""It's killing her." I think aloud. "Whatever are giving her to trigger this heat …it's too strong. It could damage her system permanently. What do they want from her!? Have they not done enough!?”The guard still does not look at my face. "I will give you th
Lucas's POVI wake to the blood in my mouth, fog in my eyes, ringing in my ears and a pounding in my skull that feels like a hammer hitting inside of my forehead. My head is pressed against the floo, and for a moment, I can't remember anythin- including the reason why I am on the ground"Get up," my wolf growls inside my head. "Something iss happening."I push myself to my knees, groaning at the pain I feel all over my body including my teeth . “How long was I unconscious?” I want to say along but it is as if my tongue is tiedThe scent that send me unconscious before hits me again -Alora's heat- it is still lingering in the air. But it is stronger now. It is more wrong. Why is it too sweet and too intense, like someone took her natural fragrance and twisted into this hideous smell. My body reacts immediately - my pupils are dilating, heart racing, blood rushing to my dick despite my disgust at myself. I am aroused"Oh goddess, what is happening to me," I mutter, forcing myself to st
Lucas’s POV“Now you have ruined our meal- the only source of our strength. Control yourself, Lucas,” my wolf cautions.“They are doing something to her!” I scream. “I don't know what exactly, but she is in danger…” I pant furiously and restlessly everywhere in the room“Listen,” my wolf interrupts suddenly, turning my head ro be steadyI force myself to take a deep breath, extending my senses outward as far as they can reach in this silver inhibited state. Two corridors away, there is movement throughout the pack house- servants rushing to and fro, orders being called- there is a ceremony.And beneath it all, a familiar scent that makes my heart break- blood. Not fresh, but the lingering stench of a serious injury that hasn't properly healed."Harry," I murmur, recognising the unique smell of the Alpha's blood. I've never liked the man especially ofrecent- his weakness allowed his mate's cruelty to flourish- but I know Alora still loves her father despite everything so since she car