Seven days have passed since my confinement within this wretched dungeon. Each passing moment feels like an eternity, the cold stone walls surrounding me serving as a constant reminder of my captivity. I'm granted a meager sustenance, a single spoonful of honey and a bottle of water. It's barely enough to satiate my hunger and quench my thirst, but I dare not complain. To do so would invite further punishment from the Alpha King Henry, the one responsible for my current plight.
My heart shatters with every thought that crosses my mind, pondering why he would subject me to such a cruel fate. Did my feelings not matter to him? Was our connection merely a figment of my own imagination? The tears flow freely down my cheeks, a constant stream of sorrow and despair that matches the dampness of this forsaken cell.In the solitude of this dark and dreary dungeon, my mind wanders to my loved ones left behind. What has become of my baby Harry? Is he safe, surrounded by carinHenry, strode through the corridors of his majestic castle with an air of dominance, his regal presence commanding attention. A retinue of loyal guards escorted him, their armor clanking with each step, adding to the weight of authority surrounding their king. The purpose of this procession was a visit to the dungeon, where a prisoner awaited his arrival: Yennifer, a once-trusted confidante who had betrayed him.Every step Henry took toward the dungeon was laden with a mix of determination and sorrow. He found himself torn between the duty to uphold justice and the lingering pain of locking away someone he had once held dear. The sleepless nights of the past few days had taken their toll on him, his mind tortured by memories of their shared past, their dreams shattered by her treachery.As they reached the heavy iron doors of the dungeon, Henry halted his procession. The guards, well-versed in their roles, positioned themselves on either side of the entrance, their
Henry had always been a man of dreams. He believed that dreams were the gateways to a world beyond this physical realm. He dreamed every night, and most of these dreams were filled with the beautiful and serene face of the moon goddess. She had always been his protector, his guide, and his ally. But tonight, his dream was different. He saw the moon goddess, but her face was not serene; it was filled with a sense of urgency and concern. She spoke to him, "Henry, my dear Alpha king, listen to what Yennifer has to say. Love goes through so many hardships, and you need to be strong enough to face them."Henry woke up drenched in sweat, and his heart was pounding in his chest. He sat up, trying to shake off the dream, but he couldn't. He knew that the moon goddess never spoke in vain, and there was something he needed to do. He got up from the bed and headed straight to the dungeon. He was feeling pained and a little bit angered too. He had a feeling that something bad had
It had been a week since Yennifer had slipped into a coma, and Henry's heart was breaking. He had never felt so helpless, so powerless. He had spent every moment by her side, watching as she lay there, unmoving and unresponsive.When the doctor had told him that Yennifer had slipped into a coma, Henry's heart had burned with a fierce anger. He couldn't believe that this had happened, that he had let things get so out of hand. He knew that he was to blame, that if only he had listened to what she had to say and not taken a rash decision, then none of this would have happened.As he sat there, watching Yennifer's chest rise and fall with each labored breath, Henry couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. He knew that the longer she remained in a coma, the less likely it was that she would ever wake up. And he couldn't bear the thought of losing her, of never hearing her voice again, of never seeing her smile.He thought back to the last time he had se
As Yennifer slowly emerges from her coma, a flicker of awareness begins to ignite within her, illuminating her surroundings. The world around her appears hazy and indistinct, as if seen through a dense fog. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing a pair of tired, searching eyes.With a groan of pain, Yennifer tries to move but is met with a sharp jolt of agony resonating through her head. A throbbing headache pulsates behind her temples, causing her to wince. The pain intensifies as she attempts to sit up, but her weakened body rebels against her will.Confusion envelops Yennifer's thoughts, as she struggles to comprehend her predicament. Her throat feels parched, dry and scratchy like a desert. The need for water is overwhelming. She tries to speak, but her voice comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper, barely audible even to her own ears.In a panic, Yennifer's eyes dart around the unfamiliar room, searching for any clue that might indicate her locat
Yennifer lay peacefully in her bed, her eyes heavy with sleep. As her mind drifted into the realm of dreams, she found herself standing under a celestial canopy, bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. A sense of awe washed over her as she realized she was in the presence of the Moon Goddess herself.The Moon Goddess was an ethereal figure, with long flowing silver hair that shimmered like moonlight. Her eyes held the wisdom of countless ages, and she radiated an aura of tranquility and grace. Yennifer felt a mix of awe and trepidation as she stood before this divine presence.The Moon Goddess spoke, her voice melodic and soothing. "Yennifer, child of the Earth, I have come to you in your slumber to offer guidance and solace." Her words held a deep resonance that seemed to touch Yennifer's very soul.Yennifer's heart skipped a beat. "Goddess, why have you chosen to visit me in my dreams?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.The Moon Goddess sm
Henry, being the alpha King of the his pack, found himself restless, pacing back and forth in his majestic chamber. The weight of his responsibilities pressed down upon him, while his mind wandered to thoughts of the enchanting Yennifer, trapped in a coma for far too long. The news of her awakening had reached his ears, causing his heart to skip a beat and his soul to yearn for her presence.Torn between his desire to rush to her side and the duty he owed to his pack, Henry felt the internal struggle intensify. He knew that his subjects relied on his leadership, his guidance, and his protection. The kingdom he ruled required his unwavering commitment, but his heart was consumed by the burning desire to see Yennifer, to hold her in his arms once more.He gazed out of the towering window, watching the moon casting its silvery glow on the sprawling forest that surrounded the kingdom. The haunting howls of his fellow werewolves echoed in the distance, reminding him of
Thalia walked into the room with a confident stride, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. Her eyes scanned the dimly lit space until they landed on Yennifer, who was sitting in a corner, her body tense and her movements rigid. Yennifer's actions resembled those of someone on the autism spectrum, lost in her own world.As Thalia approached, Yennifer's eyes widened with fear and confusion. She screamed out, demanding to know who Thalia was and what she wanted. Thalia remained calm, her smirk growing wider as she observed Yennifer's agitated state."You really don't remember, do you?" Thalia replied, her voice dripping with amusement. "It seems your condition has worsened, Yennifer. You don't even recognize your dearest friend."Yennifer's screams grew louder, echoing off the walls of the room. Thalia, concerned for Yennifer's well-being, urged her to calm down and suggested calling a doctor. "Yennifer, please," Thalia pleaded. "We need to get y
Henry gazed out through the car window, his heart pounding with anticipation. Months of being away from his kingdom, his people, and most importantly, his love, Yennifer, had felt like an eternity. But now, as he drew closer to his home, the anticipation of their long-awaited reunion burned through his veins like fire.As the car rolled through the majestic gates, Henry's guards aligned themselves in perfect formation, standing tall and vigilant. The sound of their synchronized footsteps resonated in the crisp autumn air, creating an aura of power and authority. The moment had finally arrived. It was time for Alpha Henry to step out of the carriage and reclaim his rightful place as the ruler of the kingdom.One of his trusted guards approached the entrance, his hand reaching out to gracefully open the door. With a deep breath, Henry emerged from the car, stepping onto the cobblestone path. As he did, he exuded an air of confidence and regality that was unmista