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 dealing with that controversial problem, hold back. Actually, we did not deal with any of how to solve it. I just needed to get home because the sun is already geared up to sleep indicating that evening is approaching. I need to run along by the way because I promised a dinner together with my dad. I barred myself from staying until dinner with them, even if Zach alleges me to stay until his sleep time. I had a difficult time retreating from him because we kind of developed an attachment together. Zayn even needed to pull him away from me. Unsophisticatedly, I promised Zach that I will be popping in and will play with him the next Saturday if we get a chance.Speaking of the rough werewolf who is willing to profess our unpremeditated wedding to everyone, I have not seen him yet, but my exasperation towards him is like tons of aqua overflowing from a drum. The way how Zayn and Marcus portrayed them with the use of their words already speaks of him as a disastrous be
Eleanor’s POV“Hello, Dylan. What happened to him to be in this instance? Seems like he has undergone a bloody fight.” He greeted him first. I still cannot set off by his first words when he entered. How can he declare such things or even break the silence of death if he has not yet fully checked dad yet? My overthinking skills are acting up, and I cannot stop myself from saying this…“What? How sure are you with that, Mr. Apollo? Please, do notdivulge into affairs that you are not certain of. You barely even checked him, yet you are already being open in rattling on death?" From my resting sit, I stand up and preceded. This is explicitly what I had not counted on him to say the minute he stepped inside."You must be, Eleanor? Finally, our paths crossed again after seeing you as a toddler." He greeted me with a smile on his face, as he got adjacent to my father and started holding him."You two and I met already?" Queerly, I asked."Yes, I and your dad chalk up with a great friendshi
Eleanor’s POVI made a cracking and somewhat zippy decision after hearing Zayn questioning me if I will go with him to The Ampere Village to catechize Silver, which he incontestably need for him to cause our lives to be in the rocks. Good thing, Dylan is twenty-four hours there to watch dad. I asked him to be on dad’s side just for a day since I and Zayn will not be staying that long at the Ampere Village as well. We are simply paying that rough werewolf a visit, for him to sit on having a glue between his lips. Prudently, I reasoned out to Dylan that I and Mia just needed to do some stuff in the village. Gladly, he did not bother to ask so much about it and let me have daybreak like a free bird. Although, I am having a tough thought that I am wearing a shamefaced to Dylan. I should be the one who is there at my dad’s side, waiting for him to carefully open his eyes and provide the aftercare that Apollo clearly pinned us to do.Other than that thought, I am discombobulated for them to
Eleanor’s POV“Are you precedingly wrapping up our conversation? It is not done yet, we did not even start commencing. You were just there, making up your own decisions with your own thought.” Zayn pulls together. “Are you stupid, our mister Alpha? I simply postulated my thirstiness to what I desire and obviously, you two, together with the lady of the pack show actions and catch phrasing words that are salient. You are not here to agree on what I want and if that is what you two are implicating, then we might as well end the conversation that easy. I will give out your innermost mystery. For you, I think the damage will just be too minimal which is why I am still having a dilemma on how I can add prospects on what circumstances I can add to make your life harder. But for our most precious Luna, your life will automatically be ruptured into torn sheets.” He confidently said. “I am not that aware of your capabilities and what you truly are, Silver. But from the moment the three of us
Eleanor’s POV “He’s inside the room, procuring a healthy snack for better healing and doing some exercises for his body to recover energy. Mr. Dylan is with him and never left his side since he was admitted here again in the mansion.” One of the maids made me aware as I entered the mansion. “How about you, the other maids, guards, or any staff in the mansion? How have you been all doing?” “Ms. Eleanor, we can’t refrain or abstain from being sorrowful, especially that few of our fellow died. The incident left us an enormous trauma which caused us to be paranoid, every visitor approaching the mansion. It is a big help, Ms. Eleanor, for doubling the security system here at the mansion because, in that way, we were more carefree.” “I’m so sorry if you all had to experience this and I am incredibly thankful that almost all of you still stayed despite that frightening incident. If the members of staff here all resigned, then maybe I and dad will be finding ourselves cleaning and cooking,
Eleanor’s POV*Ring (3x)“Wait, just tell him to relax for a while on the couch and give him a service juice to make him refreshed. Most especially, kindly tell him to wait for a while because I still have a business to finish with her. We are having a crucial exchange of words regarding her father’s case. I will call you through our telephone if I am ready to have a word with him.” He was about to make me ready to leave, but for the last second that I was to step out of his office, he decided to call an assistant at the desk office to stop the president of ‘The Enriquez’ to come inside. Incontrovertibly, I am having a rush to step out of Kyle’s office because certainly, I do not want the president of that company and I do have some crossed paths as of now. If being ready is the main point here, then I would probably fail. But then Kyle refrains me to from going outermost from his office, and it literally gave my body a pause for a second.“What are you doing? I agreed to the investig
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."