Berrilyl's POV
“Where is my mate? What did you do to him?” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
A few hours ago, I was perfectly happy. I was married to my childhood sweetheart and brother's best friend, Owens. Although we were not true mates, we couldn't ask for anything better.
One minute, I was in a carriage, following his to return to his pack, and the next thing, my carriage stopped suddenly, and we were surrounded by masked men.
There was no familiar face in sight and my heart was drumming wildly against my chest.
Until they started lining up the bodies of guards before me. The sight of blood made me want to throw up, but I was more concerned about Owens.
“Answer me, dammit! Where is he?” I screamed.
“Quiet, princess. He will be here soon,” a deep baritone snapped but since they were all in masks, I couldn't tell who was speaking.
Owens was pulled in by two masked men, and my breath hitched.
I tried not to panic as his blue eyes met mine. At least he was alive. That was a good thing, right?
“Is that your groom, princess?” The taunting masculine voice asked again. “It looks like it.”
“What do you want from us?” My voice came out shaky, betraying the terror I felt inside.
“Oh, it's simple,” one of the masked men stepped forward. There was something about him that made him stand out from the rest.
It was either the dark commanding aura surrounding him or his physique.
He took out a pen knife and walked behind Owens. A pit of dread formed in my stomach as he lifted Owen's face from behind.
“Please don't do this…” I sobbed. “please… I'll do anything. Just name whatever you want and if I can't do it, my brother will. I…”
“Exactly!” A humourless chuckle erupted from him. “I was hoping you'd mention your brother.”
“I… I don't understand…” I stuttered.
“Your brother and I have unfinished business but for now, you'll do.”
My heart skipped. Was this a rival Alpha? One of William's enemies?
Oh goddess, I am doomed!
The tears came pouring down my cheeks. I looked desperately at Owens, hoping he would at least say something in his defence. Anything to make them spare him, but the petrified look on his face suggested that he was too terrified to speak.
“Then take me instead,” I blurted. “Take me and spare him, please… I don't know what my brother did to you but please…”
“Bold of you to offer a life that is no longer yours,” the masked man hissed and in a swift movement, he slit Owen's throat.
“No!!!!!!”
A scream tore off my throat as I watched the man I married twenty minutes ago drop dead, his blood gushing out like a fountain.
“What have you done?!!!” I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks in torrents as I crawled over to him immediately.
“Baby… baby please look at me…” I sobbed. “Don't do this to me, I beg of you… please open your eyes… Owens? Owens? You can't leave me please…”
I shook him with all the strength I could muster but his blood only soaked through my dress as his once pale blue eyes went ice-cold with death.
“No! No please… what have you done?!” I yelled at them. “He was innocent! We had nothing to do with whatever my brother did to you! How could you kill him…”
“You are quite a lousy one,” the irritation in his voice was evident. “No blood spilled is innocent. Not even yours.”
The words managed to pierce through my grief and it made me angrier.
“Who are you? What did I ever do to you to deserve this pain?” I charged towards him, but he simply shoved me away from him like I was dirt.
“Take her,” he ordered.
“You will pay for this!” I yelled. “My brother will crush you to pieces when he finds out about this! You will never get away with this, I promise!”
“Tape that running mouth of hers whilst you're at it,” he added.
A cloth was immediately tied around my mouth and I was blindfolded.
They forced me into my wedding carriage and tears welled up in my eyes again. Were they just going to abandon his body? Leave him on the roadside like he was a nobody?
Nobody deserved to be treated like that, no matter their crime and I was very certain that this was a mistake.
Owens was the sweetest man I know and while my brother might be quite a character, Owens was his polar opposite and I… I could swear before anything that I had never heard that voice in my entire life.
Why did this have to happen to me on my happiest day? Why would the goddess let this happen to me?
I burst into tears but the sobs came out as muffled because of the cloth in my mouth.
Soon, the carriage came to a stop, and I was roughly taken out. I couldn't see a thing so they had to pull me along.
A part of me wanted to resist but with both my hands and eyes tied, I knew I couldn't do much.
After what seemed like forever, the cloth was taken off my eyes, and the dungeon stench became more prominent.
They threw me in without bothering to untie me or even take the cloth off my mouth.
They dispersed leaving me with the one I assumed was their Alpha. My eyes burned with hate and rage as I glared at him.
“Don't worry, princess. You're not going to get a quick death like your lover,” he said. “I am eager to see what your brother will do when he finds out.”
My glare darkened. I wanted to curse him badly but the cloth in my mouth made the words come out muffled.
“I'm sorry, I don't speak muffles,” he stepped closer and pulled down the cloth.
I spat on his stupid mask and a thunderous slap sent me to the ground.
My cheek stung badly, triggering a fresh set of tears. He took a squat to my level and used my dress to wipe the mask.
“The next time you do that, you will lose that hand,” he threatened and my blood ran cold.
Yet the rage within me shut out every form of rationality I had left.
“You killed the only man I loved. There is nothing worse than that, you monster!” I fired.
“There's not?” Amusement laced his voice. “You should ask your brother then. He is quite creative in that aspect.”
I was even more confused.
“Who the hell are you?” My voice broke. “Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to you?”
I felt empty. Worthless. Broken.
The only thing that made sense in my life was gone! All because of something I still had no idea about.
“Cage Milton,” he said suddenly. “Ring a bell?”
I stared blankly at him. Who the hell was that and what did he have to do with anything?
A scoff fell off his lips.
“Wow! Not only do you betray me but you have the audacity to forget!” The harshness of his tone made me flinch.
Without another word, he stormed out of the cell.
The days blurred into one long nightmare as I mourned my once-happy life and the love I’d lost—Owens. The stench of the dark cell was nauseating, and the isolation crushed me. No food. No water. No human contact. I was utterly alone in this wretched hole, with no idea of what was happening beyond these walls.
My stomach ached from starvation. Time had become meaningless. Would they really leave me here to die such a cruel death? Just as despair began to consume me, I heard footsteps echoing through the hallway. Relief washed over me as I stumbled to the bars, desperate for salvation.
A masked man appeared, unlocking the cell without a word. He dragged me out with little patience for my frailty and threw me into a small crowd of emaciated people, their bodies bound in chains. They looked sickly and broken, yet their misery didn’t compare to the rage boiling within me.
"Make yourself useful," the masked man barked, signalling to a burly figure. "She’s the new slave. The Alpha wants her kept busy at all times."
Slave?
“I… I am not a slave,” I croaked, my throat raw. “I am a princess, and I will not let you treat me like anything less!”
The burly man gave me a withering smile. "Nobody cares who you are. If you don’t work, you don’t eat—and you will be punished."
“I’d rather starve than be enslaved to the man who murdered my husband!” I spat. “If your Alpha wants me dead, let him do it himself!”
Berrilyl's POV The man’s expression darkened. "Feel free to punish her as you see fit," the masked man muttered, walking away.The burly man stepped closer, towering over me. "From now on, you’ll call me Master Cain. Disobey, and you’ll regret it."“Or what?” I challenged, defiance surging through my exhaustion.The slap was brutal, sending me sprawling to the ground. Before I could recover, Cain ordered whips to be brought, and the lashes came fast and cruel. The pain was unbearable, tearing screams from my throat.“Are you ready to comply?” he demanded.“No,” I sobbed. “I won’t do it.”“Double the whips,” he growled. The beating resumed with relentless ferocity until a voice cut through the air. “You will either comply or die!” “Then kill me! I don't care!” I yelled.“That’s enough.”The guards froze. I looked up through my tears to see a man clad in royal blue, his face concealed by a mask. The Alpha.“What’s going on here?” he asked coldly.“She refuses to join the slaves, Alpha
Berrilyl's POV As soon as I stepped out of the mines, I was seized by the guards. “Wait… wait… where are you taking me?” I asked, struggling to break free from their grip but my efforts were futile. “I have done nothing wrong! Where are you…”“Quiet! The Alpha wants to see you,” one of them snapped. “You could have just said so instead of grabbing me like an animal,” I muttered, and their heads snapped to me. I didn't need to see their faces to tell how much they wanted to strangle me. I couldn't blame them either. I was way too outspoken for my own good. Owens always jokingly said my tongue would be the death of me. Now, I didn't doubt him. By the time I arrived at Alpha Cage's chambers, my mind ran with several thoughts on what he could possibly want from me. On arrival, the guards stopped outside the door and signalled me to go in. I hesitated for a few seconds before turning the knob and stepping in. The room was dimly lit but a beautiful sight nonetheless with dark colour
Berrilyl's POV The raw pain in his eyes told me that it was a memory he'd rather keep buried. But if he was going to punish me, I deserved to know, right?“Cage, I don't what happened to you or why you have those paintings of me –if it is me, that is, but you're going to have to open up at some point. Otherwise, all this is pointless,” I told him.“Fine!” The iciness in his tone startled me. “You came into my pack, pretending to be a wolfless human with no memories. We found you lying at the pack borders and I took you in…”“I hate to interrupt you but now, I am more than certain that wasn't me. First, I am not wolfless and I've certainly been in any form of distress my brother cannot take care of. I have lived in the palace all my life,” I cut him short. “You ask questions, and then argue with the answers,” he hissed, irritated.“Because you seem to have all the wrong answers! Whatever happened to you, I had no hand in it. If this is your revenge, then it is a waste!” I retorted.“
Berrilyl's POVI looked at Liah with disgust as she uttered those words, where was the princess in me now? I was as tattered as they were although not tattered enough to eat that kind of stale food. I was nothing more than a slave to this place."Don't give me that look. This is our world and we are welcoming the lovely princess" Sha said smiling."It's so not funny. This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. It is the worst. We work tirelessly so we can eat and in the end, we get this. This stale thing that not even a mad person would want to eat" I rebutted."See princess, that means that all of us here are more than mad because all of us eat this stale food. We need it to survive" she said. "I didn't mean to call you guys mad" I said but I still couldn't find it in my heart to believe that this was the food she had to hide so it wasn't eaten by others. "Okay, princess. Well, you have to get used to eating this stale food or you'll die of hunger" "Die of hunger" I repea
Berrilyl's POV"W... w... what do you want... from me?" I stuttered but kept a straight face, I was dying of fear inside."Oh, my darling hypocrite why don't you guess?" He said grinning. I started to think of something that he would want me to do. Perhaps dancing or does he want me to strip like Cain did? Was that going to be my new life– dancing and stripping? The thought sent chills through my bones but I soon dismissed the thought when I remembered what Liah said about him not being with any woman but still he did ask me to dance yesterday."What are you thinking about hypocrite?" He teased "Can't come up with something yet. Is your brain capacity so small that you can't even guess a thing?" He chuckled irritatingly. He stepped closer and I wanted to move back but it felt like my body was attached to the floor with fear.He stood tall looking down at me like he was going to crush me with his feet. I felt uneasy. He had been insulting me and now only goddess knows what he was going
Berrilyl's POV“I’m writing about me and you?” I asked incredulously, staring at him as if he had lost his mind. “What exactly is there to write about? The fact that you loathe me and were responsible for my husband’s death? You claimed it was nothing compared to what my brother and I did!”“Calm down,” he said, a sly smile creeping across his face, deepening the unease fluttering in my stomach. I could feel his intentions oozing with mischief. “There’s more to write.”The next words slipped from his lips, and I felt my heart drop. “You are writing about me and you planning to live together forever.” My heart raced, and panic set in.He had just stated he hated me, so why was I supposed to write anything about our supposed future? It felt as if he was playing with fire, tempting fate to ignite something dreadful.“Me? With you?” I exclaimed, exasperated. “That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. And coming from you, it’s just plain ridiculous! Are you even hearing yourself?” My voi
Berrilyl's POVHis eyes gleamed with malice as he watched me dance, my anger fueling every step. "Twist that waist of yours better. Hypocrite," he said, but I didn't obey him. He gave me a death stare, and My legs trembled beneath me, but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to give him the satisfactory "I see, you're still as strong-willed as before, but that won't be good for you if you want to live in less torture" he said.I started twisting and turning in all ways I could when he talked, I knew he would not only torture me but also my dead husband, who didn't do anything to him."Good girl", he said, laughing, and then he closed his eyes, and it seemed like he was focusing on the mu, sic, and then little by little, the cunning look on his face was replaced with an angered one. I continued dancing nonstop even though I thought of stopping since he closed his eyes."Get out!" He shouted, and I looked around to be certain I was the one he was talking to. It didn't seem like he wa
Berrilyl's POVI shrieked at the top of my lungs as the whip seared my skin, leaving an instant crimson mark. "Say you're the slave ten times, and this will ease," he sneered, landing another lash. "If you say it well, I might even stop." I glared at him with hatred, and another lash struck me. "Just acknowledge that you're the slave and I'm not, and you might be pardoned," he taunted.As he raised the whip again, I relented. "Stop! Fine, I'll say it." He sneered, "Since you didn't agree quickly, say you're the slave and I'm not fifteen times. Any delay will increase your lashes and how long you must repeat those words."I took a deep breath and spat out the words, "You're the slave! And I'm not." A sly smile spread across my face. Instead of stopping, he whipped me again. I screamed in agony, my voice shaking but I was satisfied as I said, "Isn't that what you said I should say? You can't even keep your word"Just as Cain raised his hand to deliver another lash, a firm grip restraine
Cage's POVThe next day, I made a maid bring Berrilyl to my chambers. As she entered, I was relieved to see that her complexion was better. The dad's circles under her had faded, and her skin had regained some of its natural glow.I felt glad that she was finally out of being a public slave, even though it was me who turned her into one. The humility from that young mistress annoyed me and it was time to make her pay and maybe make Berrilyl hate her more.But I didn't show my relief; I remained in my usual stoic expression, not wanting to give away concern for her well-being. I had specifically ordered the kitchen not to disturb Berrilyl for a few days, and to just deliver her meals at the appropriate time. She had to gain her strength before she would be able to do anything. I wanted her to rest. What I put her through was hard, not only for her. It was also hard for me to keep her there but sometimes I convinced myself that she deserved it. As u looked at her, I could see the ex
Cage's POVI was sitting in my room, lost in thought when a guard burst in. His was distorted, and I could tell from his exasperation that he had run all the way here."Sir, Beta Milano and his group have returned", he said, but his voice was laced with a sense of urgency that baffled me."What is it?" I asked, my mind already racing with possibilities; I hope it wasn't true."Sir, he and his group are injured" the guard replied, his voice tight with concern. "They're in the infirmary"I didn't hesitate. I rushed to the infirmary with my heart pounding in my chest. I just hoped that whatever happened wasn't so severe and he was still okay.When I arrived, I was met with a scene of chaos. Most of the warriors were injured, some more seriously than the others, but I didn't see any dead bodies, so I was thankful, although I wasn't sure.Milano himself was lying on a bed, his face pale and drawn. His injuries and those of other warriors were been taken care of.I rushed to his side, my mi
Berrilyl's POVI watched him go, storming off heavily in anger and frustration. I hesitated a moment before stepping from behind the screen of shadows. Talia stood there, her back to me, but I could see her shoulders quivering a bit."You're not even going to ask how long I've been standing there?" I said, stepping closer. My voice was calm, teasing even, but my words didn't weigh quite as much as usual.Talia didn't flinch. She didn't turn around in surprise as I had anticipated.I already knew you were there, she said in a low voice.That threw me off. Talia was never anything but sharp-tongued, always ready with either an acid comment or a glare to dismiss with. Now, however, her voice came soft and unreadable, and her face finally turned toward me. But what was surprising was tears in her eyes, swimming at the edges, threatening to spill, she kept blinking over and over again trying to push them away.For whatever reason, that expression in that pose got through. Sympathy, perhaps
Berrilyl's POVI wasn't eavesdropping not this time, anyway and I certainly wasn't trying to spy on them. Curiosity held me firmly in my hiding place, though, when Jake's voice started rising in frustration."Talia," he started, his words tight with frustration, "Why have you been avoiding me? What have I done to treat you like the monster that makes you shun me?Talia hesitated. Not seeing her face, I could sense her uneasiness at the long silence that followed. She always faltered in confrontation."It's not that, Jake," she said finally, barely above a whisper. "I'm not avoiding you because you've done anything wrong. I just don't want to. The others to misunderstand."Jake scoffed. “Misunderstand what, exactly? That we’re friends? That we’ve known each other for some time now? Is that something to be ashamed of now?”His frustration was palpable, and it wasn’t hard to see why. Jake had always been a straightforward kind of man, someone who spoke his mind without worrying about jud
Berrilyl's POV However Cage told me to freshen up and eat, telling me that I stank. And for a moment, I didn't quite understand why he would say such a thing. Did he think I smelled this badly? It wasn't as if I had a choice. I had no proper means of washing and grooming, not in that cage. But the very thought of him thinking that way, of him envisioning me in such a state, shook something within me like embarrassment I couldn't get rid of.I dragged my aching body to my room despite my weakness. I had no other choice. I couldn't let him think I was some filthy, uncaring prisoner who didn't even take care of herself. That was one thing I could control, at least personal dignity. Even if everything else was slipping through my fingers, I could still manage to freshen up, even if it took every last ounce of strength I had left.I went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. The mirror above the sink showed a reflection I barely recognized. My face was pale, hollowed, and streake
Berrilyl's POV I had managed to survive up until that very moment despite the wounds that ravaged my body. It wasn't because of any extraordinary strength or resolve on my part. No, it was simply the small gestures of kindness from Talia that kept me going. Whenever she could, she would bring me those little buns from the kitchen. They were not much simple food in this cold, desolate place, they were everything to me. They gave me something to hold on to, a small spark of comfort in a world that had forgotten what a kind word felt like.But today… today was different. Talia wasn't able to bring any buns with her when she visited. It wasn't her fault, of course. She had tried, I knew she had. But with Grace now in charge of the kitchen, there was no way she could have sneaked anything past her. Grace had always kept a keen eye on what went in and out, especially with me. The thought of it only deepened the ache in my chest.It was as though I was being torn apart bit by bit. My wounds
Cage's POV"That's nice; at least there's some good news,", I said, and Milano looked at me with curiosity."It's just that William seems to have spoilt our plan and decided to end it as quickly as he could. Making sure that all the hard work go to waste and it kinda annoyed me. But it meant that I had to be very careful about the person I was digging about. He's got some good spies working for him in many places," I said to Milano who was initially dying of curiosity.His countenance changed a little because he also knew what it felt like for your plan to fail not even because of natural events but because of an enemy."You know. I've been thinking about this William problem recently and an idea came to my head" Milano said. And I was more than ready to listen to his suggestion."If we truly want to bring William to his knees," Milano began, his voice steady, "We need to know his strength which is obviously his connections and endless bribing schemes. If we get people to join us and
Cage's POV After finding an evidence of the Young mistress' promiscuousness, Cage didn't hesitate to have Jake post the evidence on social media. Not only would it tarnish her image, it would also make her father restless.Just as Jake was discussing with Cage, Jake received a call and at the end of the call, his face had turned gloomy. The information he just got was that, the women they had initially decided to capture had succumbed to a strange death.Cage wasn't surprised, but was frustrated. He knew it was William's doing, but there was nothing he could do. Just then, Miliano entered, and informed Cage that he had organised fifty elite warriors.Chapter 113: Cage's POV Miliano also gave a suggestion - If Cage really want to defeat William, he would need to severe his connections one after the other, so that William won't be able to find help.Cage agreed with the plan, and urged Jake to speed up the investigation against the Elder. Also, Miliano made mention of another informat
Author's POVThe throb behind his eyes was relentless, a steady drum of pain that pulsed with every heartbeat blurred the edges of vision, and made the temples seem squeezed in some invisible vice. He had hardly slept the night before, and the stress of managing the estate, the constant political pressures, and the recent troubles with Lucia had worn him down.Yet, none of that stopped him from going toward the chambers of his second wife.The ache could wait.When the messenger had burst into his study with news of her sudden illness, concern had knotted his chest. Now, while he neared her room, he heard the murmur of hushed tones and the distinct scent of herbal tinctures filled the air. With a creak, he pushed open the door.The physician was still bent over the pale, trembling figure of his second wife. She lay propped against a mound of silk cushions, her face almost ghostly. The delicate lines of discomfort had softened now, her breathing steadier.William's gaze searched her fa