Eleanor’s POVI thought I can no longer escape and be free from my father’s hands once I got out of my room because of various immeasurable questions that he is throwing me. He seems to be doubting me during those minutes. I felt like it is my final judgment day, and he is the one who will judge if I passed the test or not. He is carefully checking if I am going out with Zayn or whoever else. I am getting underway to feel tightness from his orders, constantly.I just really hope that he will not pay someone just to follow every step that I am going through and report everything to him.It was up to scratch that his secretary called him which is why he needed to pull himself out of the house again and did not have time to stop me from where I was about to go.Now, I have been telling the story to Mia and her reaction was beyond belief. She keeps on asking and letting me persistently say to her the most peak part of the narrative.“Really? Dylan threw a hard punch right on Zayn’s most h
Eleanor’s POVGlad to survive again a crisis moment when Mia saw my father entering the restaurant we are currently dining in. It is an advantage that I made her known that dad does not want to see me and Zayn together, for real. We carefully pulled out of the restaurant, trying our best, especially me to secure my unrecognized presence. Well, if that means I am still here, then I am still surviving difficulties. I could not believe myself to be in the hardest situation at the moment. I remember before when I was just simply wishing for my life to have a thrill, and this is what I got. Because of how boring and plain my life was preliminary to this time, I even wished for problems to visit my life. I guess what they say is true to life, be careful about what you wish for. Now, I do have an enormous problem. I am presently waiting for Dylan to be done with his work in their office. As usual, our fathers again are pushing us to be with each other. However, there is a slight warning an
Eleanor’s POVI am glad that I do not have plans this day connected to my dad, Uncle Ben, and Dylan. It is not that I am not in favor of being with them, it is because I am sick of continuing to plan a marriage that I do not even have a say about. As time passes, sudden realizations are occurring while I am doing random things, especially when I stay in the shower. Marriage should be arranged this way, I ought to be married to someone I love and someone who truly loves me and sees the purity inside me.Notwithstanding, it is a bit ironic. I am sensing my audacity to say such a thing while I am married to a person I barely know. I don’t even know Zayn’s exact birthday and the names of his parents.I am not yet sure if that certified person is Dylan. Think of various possibilities, I could not really see him as my lover. In fact, as we bond together, I am seeing him as an older brother or a friend who is always there to support my back. But I can say that it could possibly change especi
Eleanor’s POV“I’ve noticed that you and Dylan are not that much getting along together anymore. Did you do something that could offend him in a way that he stopped contacting you that often?” Dad called for me at his office, he said that he would like to tackle things with me.“Dad, are you really observing every move that I take? What’s the matter if I and Dylan decided to slow things first? I am engrossed in my life, and he focuses at some point in his life.”“You can’t do that anymore because the two of you are engaged.”“Isn’t that we should enjoy our unmarried life first? I mean, we are still young adults and I just begin to explore the world within a wider view.”“What’s wrong with ranging it over with him? Come on, try to connect with him again as close as you are before. Check the actions that you have done before your relationship became as cold as ice.”“I’ll approach him soonest if we have things that we need to accomplish both. But for now, I think it is for the best if w
Eleanor’s POV“Excuse me, what is the disturbance all about? Is everyone getting advantaged by another in here?” Dylan run towards them and of course as a result, I followed him, and we are now close to the two men who were loudly fighting.People are even forming to start a crowd, every human being form, and werewolf form is starting to form a circle around to take a view of what is happening. Dylan is the only person got near them and perhaps, has the thought of fixing their dispute and falling out.“This poor man is claiming that this territory belongs to him. Look how wide it is, how could he even afford one? I am not trying to offend you, just stating what is true.” The man with the suit still pushed on what he believed. I looked at the other man and he is raging with anger. Certainly, I do not know which side I should belong to since I was not capable of obtaining the full story of their wrangling.“Easy with your words, man. It can be seen that he is older than you, so you have
Eleanor’s POVI do not know what to feel if I should be overjoyed because Zayn is the leader of the other pack or annoyed because I saw him again. I mean, it will be easier to talk since it is Dylan and Zayn. But does Zayn really needs to be literally everywhere?“Who’s the silly girl standing in front of every one of us? Excuse me miss, I think you are lost.” I heard someone speak, it did not matter to me where it came from.“Eleanor, get a step back. I told you to stay at the house.” Dylan’s tone of voice is pretty much disappointed me.“Their pack is violent, and they might hurt you.” He continued to speak with me, and I heard Zayn laugh.“How did you just turn the tables? Now, we are the one who is violent already? Eleanor, we know each other, and you know that I am not that kind of person. Remember who has a hobby of punching someone, isn’t it Dylan?” Well, he does have a point.“Shh! Bringing myself here aims to put an end to your lack of agreements. Mr. Henry and Smith could ha
Eleanor’s POV“Oh my gosh, dad is calling me. That means that the news already reached him. I will bet my life, he is finding me right now.”“Why are you freaking out? Just answer the phone and you’ll be fine.” He does not know how my dad gets intense. He has even a blank idea of what dad thinks of him.“It is not working in that way! I cannot even hold a tear once he starts to shout at me and let his anger all around my soul. He will definitely speak about my characteristic as a person and the way he speaks hurt a lot.”“Chill, it is obvious that you are overly nervous. Why don’t you try to simply be calm and answer it? As far as I know, the only fault that you did is to present yourself in front of us which is why you could not even carry your own self at the moment. The color of your skin even looked pale. Assumably, because of the liters of blood, you lost.” He tries to free me from the feeling of a large disturbance. But nothing could not stop how fast the beating of my heart.“E
Eleanor’s POVAs usual, I and Dylan got into a hot seat together when both of our fathers came directly to the Ampere Village to check us out that fast. The only essence of their visit to the village was to look at us, their children. Dylan and I were like elementary students whose parents are always waiting for them at the gate, on the playground, or wherever place they can. I also learned that Uncle Ben was not always like this to Dylan when he was a child. It was just these weeks he began to act strict like my father. There I realized that my father influenced Dylan's father instead of his father influences my father.About the war that they heard of, Dylan admitted to his father that he is one of the primary reasons why it started. I was to a certain extent surprised because Uncle Ben did not throw many words at Dylan. Perhaps, he understood that being an Alpha is a resilient job. Although, he warned Dylan to not give into situations like that.Upon my border, I think my father wo
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."