Anastasia’s POV I shot out of my bed, sweat dripping out of my forehead, abnormally uneven fast breaths, and eyes that wonders in the darkness. ‘It is that dream again’ Every single birthday since I was ten years old, I would always see myself having this dream of me running, relentlessly and pathetically running away from something or perhaps someone. I do not know what or whom am I running away from as darkness has been the only thing that I can see in it but I looked extremely scared and… hurt? It had been consistent. Every detail of the dream had been the same every year, but now it is different – the endpoint isn’t the same. It usually ends with me attempting to look back and getting welcomed by darkness, but now? Instead of darkness, I am welcomed with eyes – glowing green eyes intently staring at me. What it portrayed or what it wishes to tell me? I do not have a single idea. When I brought up the dream that I had, I remembered how my grandmother blurted that I will so
Anastasia's POV “There are a group of men asking about your whereabouts just yesterday, Ana,” said Uncle Teddy, a fish vendor who used to look out for me. “Of course I never said anything. You know that everyone in this village honors everyone’s bond, no?” he added. “Of course, Uncle Teddy. Thank you for that” For nineteen years, I have lived with my grandmother in this small village on the outskirts of the town. It was so small that every single inhabitant of this place knows each other by heart. We lived comfortably and peacefully with everyone’s support and given comfort. It surely would’ve been great to continue living here. As I was getting ready to get the fish I bought, Uncle Ben, another vendor, voiced out his thoughts. “I suggest you make haste, Anastasia” he stated while continuing to arrange his vegetable stand. “No matter how much the people in this village would risk to hide you, with how small
Anastasia's POV I stopped in my tracks as soon as I heard what Fred stated. “What did you say?” I threateningly asked. “Hmm?” He also stopped and faced me at a rather far distance than I currently am as he continued to make an innocent face. “What did I said?” “Do not play with me Fred”, I said as I walk at a slow pace toward him. “Who is the one chasing me?!” “Eh? I do not know”, he defensively said as he looked at me with those ‘innocent’ eyes. “Ahh〜. Was it because of what I said?” He looked at me who is now a few steps away from him. “Do not think too much of it, Anastasia. I was merely taking a guess” “And you think I would believe that?” Fred shrugged his shoulders and continued walking. He then waved his hand, ordering me to follow. “You believing me is completely up to you,” he nonchalantly said. “As I said, I merely took a guess. It was quite a large number of soldiers
Anastasia's POV When I awoke, darkness welcomed me. I am blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. With my sight impaired, using my other working senses, I felt how we are currently walking in an uphill manner or rather, how I am being dragged in an uphill road or whatever sh*t we are walking on. I have no idea how long the walk have been before I woke up but what I am sure of is that I am extremely tired. ‘I don’t think my legs have any more strength to walk any longer’ Unfortunately to my pained whims and grunts, I am continually getting dragged to who knows where they wish to put me – perhaps a prison or worse to where my tomb would be.--- After a century of suffering, I felt my weak body flop down on the floor. My eyes quickly watered as I tried to adjust to the sudden brightness as my blindfold and gag were removed. The ropes continued to stay intact but perhaps because of the arduous walk, it became loose.
Anastasia's POV My life was never peaceful nor was it a life of happiness. At five years old, I already started working small jobs like helping Uncle Ben with his vegetable business. At eight, I, unfortunately, picked up pickpocketing from other kids in the village. I lost all innocence and childishness at ten years old when surviving became my only goal. I was forced to grow out of my childish desires and face reality at such an early age. I do not have the time and liberty to help and care for others - I was not given the freedom to. No matter how my grandmother, Uncle Ben, and Uncle Teddy tried to fill the void left by my parents and silence the roars and chaos of reality, the truth about the world’s ugliness was bound to seep out. I am already at rock bottom – I didn’t know I could go lower. I looked at my father who is now smiling maniacally at me. I do not have any expectations of him. Heck! He was never even part of any event, significant or
Anastasia's POV “Hey! A cute girl!” the man on the left said. They are now near our location enabling me to see their appearances better. The man who just spoke is the shortest among the three. His jet-black hair has splashes of blood. Actually, he has the most bloodied look out of all of them. I already got the gist of what his expression would be with just the tone of his voice but it made it clear that he is the one finding this situation most enjoyable when his mischievous expression became visible. “What do we do with her?” the man on the right asked. His somewhat slicked light brown hair made him look the most proper among the three. He is also bloodied but definitely lesser than the one on the left. His aura and eyes look gentle despite his now scary appearance. ‘If worse comes to worst, I might try pleading with this guy. He seems to be someone who I can emotionally appeal to’ “She also trespassed so…” said the man with jet-black ha
Anastasia's POV “Daughter! My precious daughter!” my father bawled as he tried to go near me. With just a few steps away from me, the werewolf with light brown hair kicked his knee making him fall to the ground. “Do not make the girl uncomfortable, old hag” I heard him threateningly whisper to my father. He then smiled at me brightly, hiding his bloodied hands behind his back. “Oh you would not know how worried I am about you,” he said as fake tears roll down his cheeks ‘Award-winning act’ “Worried… he was being protected by those other guys while the girl is left alone. Dude seriously think we will believe that?” the black-haired werewolf whispered to the light brown-haired one. “Pfft” the man beside me snorted. I redirected my attention to my father who continued to weep in front of me. ‘He might think that staying close to me would let him escape this situation as these wolves have been strangely frien
Anastasia's POV I looked at him, slightly panicking. “Wha – No! Why?” I said, voice rising a little. “I did not intentionally come here! I did not even think of this place when I am planning my escape!” I might have forgotten how scary their strengths and appearances were earlier with my sudden outburst but this is my freedom we are talking about here. “Look, I am sincerely thankful for killing that bastard and letting me live but I really don’t see any reason for you to not release me” I added. My outbursts were not without reason. I am trying out the waters before planning my next actions. If they would still not show hostility towards me even after I shout and cause hysteria, I can try a few more extreme measures to ensure my safety. If they would show any form of hostility, I would tone it down and even try begging. The three of them were whispering with each other, expressions clearly showing that they do not care about
Dane's POV "What a great day!" I cheerfully said as I stretched out my arms and inhaled the fresh scent of this beautiful day. "I would have agreed if not for your stinking breath polluting this place" a grumpy voice from behind me suddenly uttered. I faced Sebastian and speedily reached my hand out to punch his face which of course he easily avoided. This guy always comes and ruins such a peaceful and pleasant atmosphere. "I seriously just brushed my teeth!?" I bawled. "How? You are currently talking and attempting to punch me... There is also no toothbrush in sight" he sarcastically replied while putting emphasis on attempting. 'Now don't misunderstand! I'm not landing a punch because I can't but because I didn't want to! This guy is sensitive. I can't just make him question his worth as this pack's beta if I would easily beat him' "I know you are having such delusional thoughts that you are only d
Sebastian's POV "This is like a cave, dude" Dane whispered beside me, and as much as I wished to disagree, I saw myself slightly nodding from his statement. Anastasia's room seems to be something that doesn't house a human or at least was not housing a human for a whole 5 years. It is dark and exceptionally well kept like no one has been using it. No sign of life, aside from the plants that at least seem to be taken care of, can be felt. This just screams gloominess. I looked at Anastasia who is now sitting in a rather uncomfortable manner on the sofa, face blank and the distinct stiffness present. 'She seems too detached from the whole room, like she doesn't belong... like she shouldn't have been here' Dane and I looked at each other, both feeling unsure of what to do from this point onwards. We are still standing near the room's door and doing nothing but observing the situation. Even the usual loud mouth of Dane is unusually s
Anastasia's POV "Is she bluffing??! There is no information about rejected mates in the books I've seen. And what does she mean already rejected two? Mates are said to be extremely hard to come by!" I frustratingly pull my hair as I pace back in forth in my room. "But Rozen said that mates are a bond of forever right? So how can it be rejected? No... do I actually trust the words of that fake b*tch?" I continued to anxiously pace around the room. I don't even know nor do I understand why I am currently reacting like this. This whole overreaction isn't like me! No, actually all of these emotions whirling and causing havoc inside me are not like me at all! "Rozen told me that Camille is no one... I should probably wait for his explanation about the previous mates and put my trust in him" The trio are the only ones I personally know in this place. The only ones who seemed to actually care and give me warmth. If I would have to choo
Anastasia's POV It has already been a week since I last caught sight of Rozen, even Dane, and Sebastian. One week of scornful looks from the people of the house, one week of nonstop innuendos, humiliation... one week of utter loneliness and self-loathing. The last unexplained relationship and romance, according to Dane, of Rozen and Camille have been painfully etched in my mind. The one week of not talking with each other nor even seeing each other made it much worse. I thought that this might as well be my punishment for being caught up in my own feelings. With no one to share my meals with, I requested to have them in the room Rozen gave me. I would rather be alone than be the center of everyone's hate. Another week went by with my time being spent in this jail-like room. I finally decided to just steel my mind and not give a damn what others would perceive me as I decided to walk around the manor and even read the books in the li
Anastasia's POV Rozen seems to be taken aback by my question. He thought briefly and seem to decide that hiding the answer from me would be the best idea. "You might not like the answer," he said with a somewhat sad smile "How sure are you?" I asked, provoking him "Just a thought" he shrugged before standing up. "You know I won't settle for that answer" I pried more "I know" he sighed and went back to sit beside me "Us, wolves, have this concept that a person would be forever bound to someone – a mate." he started explaining "And? There seems to be no problem with that. It actually seems romantic" I uttered "Mates will feel such strong attraction to their other half – what both of us are currently feeling with each other. It is like a predestined event that ignited predestined feelings" he said, calmly observing my reaction. "So we were only forced to be attracted
Anastasia's POV That single sentence seems to shake my whole strong facade. I felt how my limbs lost every strength and how my eyes seem to moisten. 'So he has someone...' That single sentence managed to hurt me as much or even worse as knowing that my father wishes for my death. 'I knew trusting and hoping would not do me any good' I heard the voices of both Dane and Sebastian but I can't seem to comprehend anything that they are saying. Nothing is going in my head aside from what I just heard from the people outside. With no more awareness of time, I don't know how long it took for me to regain my composure. I closed my eyes tightly, stabilize my breathing, and unclenched my hands. "Hey! Cutie? Camille is no one okay? It was not even finalized!" Dane frantically said "I don't really care, Dane. Thank you for the explanation though" I answered with a smile assuring him that it does not bother me
Anastasia's POV The lunch prepared is, with no exaggeration, a feast! There were all kinds of delightfully looking dishes that I don't even know existed. The best dish that I have ever tasted is a piece of chicken given to me by a vendor which I only seasoned and fried, the smell and look? Divine! The taste? Even better... but even that dish can't seem to even compare to the dishes on this long table. All varieties of meat like pork, beef, chicken, fish, and those expensive seashells are served with such enticing scent and look. There are even fresh fruits! "Would this be my last meal?" I unconsciously uttered All of them stopped in their tracks and looked at me, expressions different from one another. Dane looked at me as if he is weirded out by me, Sebastian looked like he is genuinely concerned with my way of thinking, and Rozen looked like he have lots of questions to ask "We already told you we won't kill you right?" said Sebastian
Anastasia's POV I woke up in a room unfamiliar to me. Sage green painted walls, a small chandelier in the middle of the room, two large windows making the whole room well lit, multiple plants in every corner and windowsill, and some nature-themed decorations. This whole room is what I expect to see in a room in the middle of the forest. 'The bed is also very soft. When I became rich I would want my room to be this warm, refreshing, and comfortable looking.' "Is it up to your taste?" a sudden voice from the room's entrance uttered Following the source of the voice, my eyes met the beautiful smirking man leaning at the room's door. His chuckle made me realize that my hands were still on my chest from my reaction to his sudden voice earlier which I frantically removed and then glared at him. "You like the room?" he asked again, not dropping the subject. "It is nice..." I replied, my voice fading out. 'Hi
Sebastian's POV "Okay... Why exactly do you want to go?" I asked Rozen who is currently behind Dane and me. We are now walking into this vast forest as we planned on starting the patrol from the highest point of the mountain range before working our way down. "Precaution" he simply answered "Stop playing, dude! Those elders may not be able to say anything about you but not us! You would not even get out of your chambers even when we beg you to come with our patrols and yet you just impulsively decided to go now???" Dane pries which I silently agree on. Rozen is a hands-on alpha but patrolling has never been part of his responsibilities. He always says that his time would rather be spent in his room doing whatever work he is doing and in the training hall. "I don't know, really. Just had the urge to come" he nonchalantly replied "Shut up, Dane. Your annoying voice is disturbing this peaceful walk" he