Zayn’s POVI just made an appearance here at Mia’s house, and came across her spirited worried face. She walks fast around and continues to mumble bleary words.As I came near her, the words she is mumbling are getting understandable.“This is all your fault, Mia.” The only sentences that she keeps on repeating.“What happened?” I stopped her from speaking repeatedly and her face was a bit relaxed as she sees me. She immediately went towards me and acted like she really needs serious help from someone capable.“I was not expecting you to come that fast. It took you almost ten minutes only.”“There is a person nowhere to be found, Mia. Now is not the right time for me to come behind time. Didn’t she ask her driver to drive her all the way to your house?”“I don’t know! Sometimes, she just wants to walk rather than drive going here at the house. It depends on her mood!”“Have you tried alarming the police?”“Just so you know, I made a hard effort of calling every person that I could cal
Eleanor’s POVAs an open opportunity, the unpleasant leader has an imminent chance to get near him and is about to inject something, but Zayn bit his hand which made him react and suspend his action, “What the hell?!” He screams and focuses on his bleeding hand.The syringe fell to the ground. Zayn attempts to grab it using his mouth while the sparkplug leader is screaming in pain. At an unfortunate moment, he noticed Zayn which made me scream at the topmost part of my lungs, “Zayn! He is thrusting out to get it also!” It made them synchronously move in motion until both of them are reaching for it, expeditiously.Because of Zayn’s speedy movements, he was the first one to reach it and pierced right away to the bad guy’s limb, specifically his leg. From then, he begins to freeze and lose control of himself like what he has done to us, those ones he kidnapped.“You are not seriously doing this to me right now! Every privation that I sacrificed to build all of this is now wasted! No, I
Eleanor’s POV“When would he gain consciousness?” Full of fear and distress, I worriedly asked Mia who came back from the doctor. At the moment, Zayn is critical, and the nurses are going to monitor him every 30 minutes.“Eleanor, you need to pull yourself. His doctor will not release any details about his present condition. He clearly stated that he needs a family-related person to talk with him. If we cannot make one of Zayn’s family here in 15 minutes, then he will look into Zayn’s personal information and will try calling someone out there that is available to have a decision for his body. I felt like I argued roughly with a man whose IQ level is way too high than mine. His doctor is pretty much clever but needs someone who is related to Zayn.” Mia made me recognize.I am excessively afraid to step out of that door again and to encounter pieces that would trigger the trauma that my mind and feelings are freshly bearing. But I think I will give this situation an exception. If Zayn
Eleanor’s POV“Gladly, I have great control over the operation and I, with my medical team successfully detached the two bullets and meticulously checked if there were left chemicals of wolf bane invading his other organs and luckily, nothing was captured. The blood was also adequate, and I believe, it will help him with his convalescence.” Dr. Enriquez explained to me. As soon as I heard the good news from him, no one could explain how carefree my feelings are.“What a relief.” I sighed. Howsoever, I feel amazingly pleased hearing about his life getting far from his deathbed. He should not be in the jaws of death or else, I will have a lot of problems regarding my marriage, and I will be carrying along the conscience of thinking that I am the reason for his demise.“He’ll be waking up at any time by now. Just a reminder, he should not eat any solid food first. Now, if you’ll excuse me, there are still other patients waiting for my arrival.” I genuinely thanked him before he exits fro
Eleanor’s POV*After 3 daysAfter intended knowing dad’s bygone secret about my ability, my life still continued as might be expected. For the past few days, I did not burst myself to walk into the hospital for me not to get in touch with some things that I am afraid of having contact with. I have forgotten the unacceptable acts that the kidnappers did by moving forward and plainly refusing to overthink, but I could not still fail to remember every gradient of what they did. I may have moved on and pushed myself to accept that experience, but I cannot totally get rid that memory out of my mind. What is important is that I did not constantly lose my mind. I made my ability a strength and not a weakness.It has been 3 days since I left Zayn at the hospital. I really want to set down in his room right after I got the news about my photographic memory from dad. I wanted it to share with him, but I guess paying him a visit at the last point was not really a choice. I needed time to be alon
Eleanor’s POV As I move forward in my life, I can say that I am perfectly alright. Dylan's absolutely astounding surprise compensated for a substantial chunk of my psychological anguish. Anyway, I should quit worrying about that great nightmare and, as I keep saying, move on, look forward, and take a glance at the beautiful parts of life. Our lives resumed their normal course following that day when I received a hologram of the image of my mother. Until now, I feel a great stimulation inside me to have a view of it at any chance that I get to my room. I simply landed the hologram on the floor, beside my table so that every time that I will miss her, she just feels a button away. I gleefully showed it to dad when I arrived home that day and he was totally surprised. We almost had the same reaction. He even inquired Dylan where did he get that remarkable and extraordinary thing. Speaking of dad, he recommended a lovely wedding planner. He did mention that she is outstanding at strateg
Eleanor’s POV"Am I suddenly taking a nap and my dream that occurred the other day night is still going on?" she asked after I stated the big revelation as to what I thoroughly feel inside."What are you talking about?""I used to have a dream the other night about you becoming obsessed with the two Alphas and the subsequent events were just really... I don't know how to convey it.""Does that make you a fortune teller?" We both burst out laughing, breaking the serious topic."But hey, I am not obsessed with them. I-I am just starting to like them." "Oh goodness, Eleanor! Is that genuine?! Well, I couldn't end up blaming you because being connected to those two Alphas is not a pun. Every random woman out there will fall in love with their attributes and abilities!" She exclaimed, and I grinned sheepishly."What's up with your face? You just admitted something huge to me!... I personally believe I'll put this on hold in my mind for the entire week.""Well, I just thought that these em
Eleanor’s POV"Excuse me, Zayn, who is he?" Please do not tell me he is your son, by blood. I might find myself crying in the late hours of the night, alongside lone wolves howling. Regrettably, if this is truly your life, I have no other option than to accept it. They even have names that sort of complements each other. I mean, Zach and Zayn is such a great name for a father and a son."Are you particularly worried that he is my biological son?" He asks, grinning."W-why should I be concerned about that? I mean, of course, you should have let me know because I am your… uhm, you know." I averted my gaze to avoid his teasing eye contact. I cannot persevere proceeding to say that I am his wife because the child is completely staring at me and based on his looks, he can already understand things."After all, you're my wife, and I should have made you aware.""Wife?" The boy wondered aloud with his irresistible and adorable face."This is Eleanor, Zach, and she is my wife.""Hmm," He bega
Eleanor’s POVAfter a long time of hoping for us to meet, finally we are facing each other’s face right now. I missed her a lot. Of people that I have been wanting to meet after my resurrection from that camouflaged house at the forest, Mia is the first option for me to meet. I was just done telling her my story and she has been totally astonished of every single thing that happened especially on the part while I was nearly being captured by death. “I cannot believe that your own sister and her mother did that to you! If I will have the chance to see those persons, I will truly remove every piece of their hair until they get bald.” She is more angrier than I am. Well, that is normal for the two of us since she has a more fierce attitude than I do. She is a total war-freak more than I am.“Don’t worry because they are now locked in a silver cage and will never come out until dad or Zayn says so. As for me, that is already a fine punishment for them. I do not agree of killing them beca
Eleanor’s POV"The moon-goddess? I have never heard of that. Who is she, and what is her relation to us again?" I think I heard of her before, but I am not able to recap my memories now due to insufficient rest. I am totally dehydrated, hungry, and not in the mood for any realizations. "To explain who I am to you, Eleanor, I am someone in your life. I chose the destined partner for you, which is Zayn." My mouth just opened, and I cannot utter a word. "I am overwhelmed." The only words that just came out of my mouth. "I was the one in charge of your destined mates. Now that I saw you two still strong after all that you have been, I can say that I am proud and I did not go wrong when it comes to pairing both of you." She gives us a genuine smile. Until now, I was astonished by her presence. She is indeed beautiful and perfect for me. Her hair is also in a perfect state, a color silver with large curly waves on it. She looks like an animated person that came out from a digital art. "
Zayn’s POV"Z-Zayn? How did you know about this place? What you just saw is not what you think!" She then suddenly drops the knife on the floor, along with drops of blood from Eleanor’s body. As if her body froze when she saw me looking at her."How dare you do that to her?! Who are you to inflame a part of her body?" Up until now, the gun has been focused on her face. In just one click, I can aim for her head easily, and she will die in a split second."You are all getting it wrong, Zayn! You will not understand that she needs to die. Her existence makes me feel like I am in hell." She is acting as if she feels more pain than Eleanor does."Who are you to dictate her life? You are her sister, who is obviously lower than her status. She is a Luna, yet look how she became one because of your craziness! She must be respected, not treated like a burly animal." "If she does not die, my life will be miserable! We are the opposite of each other." I shot the gun near her feet, which made he
Eleanor’s POV I can feel that my body is nearly giving up, as if the chains wrapped around the chair I am sitting in are the ones who will hold my balance already. Ill treatment is what they do here to me every day. I cannot move my limbs properly, my stomach aches a lot, my vision is totally blurry, and I can feel large bruises with matching wounds all over my body. If a mirror is placed in front of me, I will not be able to distinguish myself that fast. From the day on, I promised myself that I would not eat every food that they were offering, they did not attempt to give any of it. Still, they just managed to let me drink water whenever I was thirsty, but of course we all know that water is not enough. "A-Are you not really going to bring me back to the city and let me live my life there? I think I already paid enough. You made me miserable for– I don’t even know how long it is already." Amelia laughed, "What made you think that we are turning you back at the city? Excuse me, on
Zayn’s POV I let Uncle Martin visit my mansion again and even called Dylan for us to have a better conversation together. The venue was supposed to be at Uncle Martin’s mansion since I do not want him to exert any effort on going here, but I remembered that it is also Ava and Amelia’s home. If they happen to hear any word from us, they might alter or modify some of their actions. "He just messaged me that he parked his car outside at the garage. I am pretty sure that he had a sight of your auto and is now wondering if you are here or not." "Surely, what he still knows is that we are in a big fight." "Acually, that is what everyone knows. I think that is already a better option for us, so that no one will be astounded by our sudden collision."Anyways, do you have that sexy dialogue for her later on?""Stop right there, Dylan. It would be impromptu, as I have no idea how the situation will turn out. But one thing is what I am sure of, I am not excited and happy about it." *Ding Do
Eleanor’s POV"Don’t you want to eat?" The guard who is assigned to me pushed me to eat the medium raw meat with veggies on the side. "Do you think anyone would like to eat in this kind of situation? If you were here, would you have an appetite to eat something?" From this morning until lunch, he keeps pushing me to take a bite of the food he is offering. I even do not have an idea what they put there that might make me weaker. My body cannot deny that it is totally hungry already, but I will not eat anything that they offer. For the past few days, I had a bite of every food they have offered me, but I feel like every day that passes, I get weaker and weaker."You’ll die of starvation if you do not eat." He suggests. "Who are you to take care of me? If I don’t want to do it, then I will not!" Within reach, I kicked the plate, and the food above it was wasted on the dusty floor. "A lot of people are not eating and do not have the privilege to eat these kinds of food, but you are jus
Zayn’s POV For how many days of Eleanor being a missed person, nothing is getting better. Nothing is progressing with her case when it comes to how the police officers handle it. I am starting to contemplate now, what if the person who got her is Dylan? I could not stop thinking about that matter. Of all the people that surround her, he is most likely the one who would cause this to happen to her. Perhaps, they kidnapped her, and that would be an advantage for them to do anything with Eleanor. But why doesn’t Eleanor’s father know? I thought both of them conspired with each other when it comes to proceeding with their wedding? Maybe they lost keeping in touch because Uncle Martin was busy with his new family, as Eleanor informed me. However, I was being flooded by Uncle Martin’s text messages, saying such words to me that are equal to one word only, which is irresponsible. He keeps on blaming me. I tried opening this up to Kyle, but he told me that we don’t have sufficient proof for
Eleanor’s POVMy eyelids consciously opened on their own, finding out that I was in a spacious area without any things in reach. Where am I, and what is this place? It is a closed area where the windows are also covered, and almost all of the walls have soundproofing instruments to make sure that even if I scream so loud, no one from the outside will hear me say anything. I looked at the side, where there is a special built-in bed, and saw Ameila peacefully sleeping. Ava is obviously not here, her presence is absent. Until I came deeper into my senses, I noticed that I was sitting in a chair where I could not move. I was locked with several chains, which is totally giving me a heavy feeling. I moved for a bit, and there is a vibrant noise heard from these chains. I saw Amelia move, please do not be awakened by these chains. I moved again, starting to find where the lock is, but it keeps on emitting large percussions. How can I get out of this captivation? Even if I transform into my w
Eleanor’s POV I feel like I slept all day, waking up inside the mansion and seeing Zayn’s face totally worried at me. The last time I remembered, I was on my way to the post-office when someone gave something to me until I ran out of consciousness, which led me to sleep. I cannot even discern if that was a dream or not. "Eleanor! You’re already awake. I thought you will not be opening your eyes again. I was so worried about you". Zayn hugged me tightly, as if he had not seen me for how many years. "How many hours were I out?" Curiously, I asked. "You were in doze for 7 days already." My face frowned, doubtful about whether he was telling the truth or not. Is he serious, or did I not hear it right? I did not utter a word and am still analyzing that short sentence he verbalized. For almost a minute, he had a blank face until he could not stop his laugh. I knew it, he is faking it. "Don’t worry because you were sleeping for just 7 hours, not days. Just wanting to see your reaction."