Eleanor’s POV"What do you need, Dylan?" I bothered answering the call right in front of Zayn because I knew how he would lose his mind once I walked away, negatively bringing him a message that he should reduce his trust in me. I am just being sensitive, since we are both emotionally tired for the day."Is Zayn there? Can I talk to you, privately?" Side eye, our eyes matched. I already know that being unsure is what Zayn is thinking. Why would Dylan need to talk to me, just the two of us? Is he going to say something that Zayn will be too occupied by it? Zayn is still waiting for me to utter a reply. How did I place myself in this situation?"Actually, he is here with me. Although you can still talk about the matter you’d like us to discuss. This will stay confidential if that is what you are considering more of." Were those the right words to say?"No, I really want this to be privately discussed with you. Put it on loud speaker, let me talk to him." He is sincere, out of the tone
Eleanor’s POVBefore stating my verdict to Aunt Grace’s words, I peaked behind us and was still able to see dad’s figure. He did step, following my rushed path. Perhaps he felt guilty. Forgetting that he still had his primeval child What on earth is this kind of affair? I came here to the mall to locate the peace that my mind and soul are coveting, but destiny made its way to let me still subscribe to the inflexible events that my life is racking with pain.Although the other half is not with him, he is meters away from us. We need to get out of here before he comes by and catches up with me. Oh boy, I can describe them as both great walls that would crash me into pieces once they both come near me."This is serious, Eleanor. We should discuss matters for Zayn’s present and future." Aunt Grace looks determined, as if he came across the city just to see me. "H-How did you find me here?" The first ponder that came to mind when I saw Aunt Grace was her being an accomplice with my half
Zayn’s POV"Sir, you have a sudden visitor– It is your mom. Will I let her in now?" What the hell is she doing here in the city? I did not know that she is letting herself be exposed to this place, a vicinity she eagerly refuses to live in. What could be her purpose? This action of her is jaundiced for me since she never wanted to step her feet here in the city, she labels this as an excretory area."Do I have any other choice but to let her leave? Please, let her in." I took a deep breath as I set aside the piled paperwork I need to read once the sun gets down. "Zayn! It was pretty hard finding this enormous building of yours. My skin was deeply exposed to the unclean scent of the environment outside. Well, it’s kind of relieving that the air inside is as fresh, but not fresher, than Ampere’s village serenity." She greeted herself and comfortably positioned herself on the seat in front of me. "Traveling could be the hardest thing for me. Could your secretary give me a glass of wate
Zayn’s POV "I-I thought you were still going to get home later, around 9 PM. I think it is still around 8pm in the evening. Just look how the moon shines so brightly at the end of the day." She points at the moon, having a pretty reaction on her face. She does not move from the ground, just wants me from outside while I peek through the window for a higher view of her face. "The way the moon is perfect, that is the total contrast of what my viability is living on promptly." She does not seem to have any intention of entering and stepping back from the mistake she is about to make. As she deepens her breath, I can smell the aroma of wolf’s bane mixed with powerful alcohol. Don’t tell me she drank one of the collections I granted in the mansion. "Were you drinking while everybody’s out, Eleanor?" Her heads turn to my face, acting out a silly facial reaction. "I-I kind of touched your babies, which I hope you don’t mind because I felt really lonely from eating lunch to dinner. The ma
Eleanor’s POVWas this a heavy consequence of my decision? Zayn being an offer never entered my mind as a clear ramification of my desire to leave the life I possess. It synced into my mind that my final commitment to running away and escaping would cause him to bleed on the ground. How can I be this selfish? Realizations and cognizance appear one by one. What if I did not shove myself to cross the street for him not to have the idea of following me across? I just wanted to be away, but how did the scenario turn out so quickly to the point where Zayn would be the one to be away from me? This is not how it is supposed to be. As soon as I dropped my luggage on the ground, I heard the loud prospect of a fast car hitting someone. Because of my consciousness, I and Zayn are the only ones walking this road this late. I felt all of my limbs still assembled, and so, I turned my back and had a view of Zayn falling to the ground beside a car that stopped just behind him. I have been the prima
Eleanor’s POV"Don’t you remember me at all, Zayn?" Is it possible for an Alpha to neglect his only, Luna? This could be the most hurtful news in my lifetime, being physically present in the world. Is this the stertorous outturn of my inaccurate verdict. I was once about to follow what my mind told me, but it seems like I am really adverse to making up a wisely recommended settlement. He completely stares at me, analyzing every angle that my face and my body have. Is he being totally serious about this? I want to emerge my feelings and cry, but his mother is looking at the framework of the present happening and is also critically observing, as if she cannot believe that Zayn does not reminisce even a little part of me. Why isn’t he speaking?"If he cannot remember you, Eleanor, then you can go outside of this room because I will be the one taking care of him. I think your job is done, and it ends when you deliver him here alone at the hospital. Thank you, anyway, for your kind heart.
Eleanor’s POVAs a response, he laughed. By all means, I have no idea if I will trust him after this."Don’t look at me like that. This is a way of me having a vengeance after your concluding decision of waking away. I should have made my pretension even longer, but with the look on your face, it is legibly seen that tears from your eyes will wash away particles from your face.""Just because I am happy that you are finally awake, which I waited for almost a half-day for, fine, I will let this pass because of the deviation of my action, but I will not entertain this kind of clapback from you again." I fold my arms to show a gesture of being dispossessed of his travail. "Why? Aren’t you going to continue your plan of running away already? I thought you were fully determined to leave me and just give up on all of these. I was even surprised to hear your voice as I gained the sentience of my body." "With you being hospitalized as the fruit and my indictable decision to exit as the root
Dylan’s POV As I closed the door after the moment when I had a 10-minute conversation with Eleanor, which I never expected to occur this day. Waking up feeling like this is just a normal day, without imagining that a beautiful girl will come in my doorway. Although, I was surprised with the news she brought me. I never knew that someone else was pestering Zayn’s life besides me."Who was that, Dylan? It seems like you’ve been there for minutes. That doesn’t sound just like our mail delivery." "Can you guess who it is, dad?" "Is this a guessing game, Dylan?" "Actually, it flabbergasted me. Eleanor appearing right outside made me question things." "Really? Eleanor? Did you discern her face clearly? No matter how many times she rejected your calls, I will not believe that she just came and left the vicinity of our home." "Well, destiny is just like a player. You couldn’t really determine how it moved. You can just review the CCTV if you want." Until now, he still doubts if I am tel
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."