Berrilyl's POV"Don't you dare call me that? You don't have the right to" she said."But it doesn't change the fact that you ate a personal maid. Do we need to lie about this one too?" I asked."You're crazy. And let's leave here first. I would show you the stuff I'm made of" she said and wanted to start going."Oh no. The personal slave is leaving me behind" She turned back and looked at me with anger. She took a deep breath and sighed."Personal slave, are you already tired of me?" I asked. Grace was speechless. After all her boasting I didn't expect her to be that foolish. She was so irritating and I didn't know how I was going to stay under her. She was surely going to look for every single way to get back at me. I knew I wasn't going to stay here in peace but neither was she.She suddenly started smiling, all her angry mood changed. The more I looked at her, I found out that the smile was becoming sinister. It was looking evil. She stared at me like she was ready to eat me aliv
Berrilyl's POV"But–" Talia tried to protest. "Please go don't worry about it. It was my doing so I should take care of it" Grace said."What about the scalding on her skin?" Talia asked since she didn't see any sign of it healing."We are wolves remember. It would heal but I'd still apply ointment on it. And I'm very sure Jake would be expecting his coffee by now. There isn't so much the excuse might do" she said sweetly and Talia had no choice but to leave so she doesn't get into trouble for not coming early."Be careful of the shards!" Talia said as she left."Of course we would" Grace said and before I knew it she took a shard and used it to cut my skin. Some guards were about to come to see what was going on that caused all the noise but they met with Talia who must have explained to them that it was nothing serious. They peeped at us and Grace quickly said, "You don't need to worry about us, we would handle it. It's just coffee. We can handle it". Then the guard left for their
Berrilyl's POVMy eyes widened as I saw him. He appeared out of the blue. It was surprising that I was so stuck in my thoughts and didn't even hear his footsteps approaching until he startled me with his cold voice that sprang out unexpectedly.He looked at me and Grace with confusion. I was quite certain that he had many scenarios playing out in his mind as he took in the scene: Grace and me standing amidst ceramic shards mixed with blood on the floor. "Are you deaf? What is going on here?" Cage asked, his voice laced with anger and his brows furrowed.I looked at Grace expecting her to talk so she would gain attention but she didn't. Grace's shoulders slumped, her eyes downcast in a convincing display of vulnerability which was all a facade."I don't think I want to bother you with what happened. I would handle it. It's nothing, just a few cuts from the shards" she said slowly, feigning weakness.Cage's authoritative tone left no room for evasion. ''How did you get cut by shards? A
Berrilyl's POVCage’s gaze lingered on me, a flicker of doubt crossing his expression. I knew if he found out I had caused Grace to fall, my position here would be in serious jeopardy. He didn’t buy my story when I claimed Grace had purposely hurt me. Sensing his disbelief, I quickly stepped in."We were picking up the pieces after the ceramics broke, and the tea poured. The floor was slippery from the coffee. Grace slipped again, this time onto me, and we both fell. But when she stood up, she tripped on the shards in those ridiculous heels of hers."I could feel his eyes on me, but he said nothing. He was processing it—his expression unreadable. I pressed on, voice a little more urgent. "It was an accident. I don’t understand what’s confusing you.""Watch it," Cage snapped, his voice cold, his eyes narrowing. I glanced over at Grace, lying motionless on the floor, her breathing shallow like she might collapse at any moment. I could still feel the burn from the coffee scalding my sk
Berrilyl's POVTalia’s eyes met mine, and I swear, her gaze held a chill that made my blood run cold. Normally, his words never had this kind of weight. But tonight, something about the way Talia spoke—her fear, her urgency—was different. It sent a ripple of unease through me.“He said I should take you there,” Talia murmured, and even she seemed unsure, her voice trembling slightly. I wasn’t sure if I knew the way back, either.Without another word, she turned and began to walk, her pace swift and almost desperate. I had no choice but to quicken my steps, my feet barely keeping up as the corridor stretched before me. Something felt… wrong. The walls were familiar, but they seemed to blur at the edges, as though I were walking in a dream.My heart hammered in my chest, a constant reminder that we were heading somewhere new. Somewhere I didn’t want to go.“This doesn’t seem like the same place we were before,” I muttered, trying to steady my racing thoughts.“We’re going somewhere els
Cage's POVGrace lay on the bed, her pale face twisted in pain. My fists clenched involuntarily as I thought of Berrilyl, whose tone dripped with dismissiveness. To her, bumping one’s head seemed like nothing—just another trivial incident.I wondered if that’s how it felt when she was in the slaves' quarters perhaps the pain was nothing. I might even increase it.I knew Berrilyl well enough to see the flicker of deceit in her eyes, the way she kept interrupting my questions. She was hiding something. Her story—that Grace intentionally poured coffee on herself—reeked of manipulation. And the part about the shards? It didn’t add up.I wasn’t buying it. Not this time.Berrilyl had formed a vendetta against Grace, a cruel game that she played with her usual arrogance. But Grace was no weakling anymore, and I needed her to stand her ground. Unlike Berrilyl, Grace could be trusted.And Berrilyl? She was the last person I’d ever trust.My mind spiralled back to the unimaginable betrayal she’
Berrilyl's POVTalia’s gasp cut through the stillness of the hall, sharp and raw, like a blade slicing through the air. My heart jolted in my chest, rising to my throat. From the shadows, a figure emerged, his presence immediate and commanding. With a swift motion, he grabbed Talia, pulling her roughly into his chest."Jake..." Talia’s voice was steady but strained, trembling ever so slightly.His grip was firm, possessive even, but there was an undeniable protectiveness in the way he held her. The intensity of his gaze made me feel like I was intruding, as though his eyes were pulling her into some unseen depth, and for a moment, I felt as if I wasn’t even there.“Jake,” she said again, this time with an edge to her voice. She glared at him, her fury palpable. The air between them crackled with tension, and in response, Jake released her immediately, his expression shifting from one of intense focus to one of almost mock surprise."You don’t need to be so angry with me,” he said, his
Cage's POV"You're everything to me, Cage. You've always taken such good care of me. Please, don't worry about me now," Grace whispered, her voice trembling as she turned her head away. She winced, and the subtle shift in her expression told me more than words could. My pulse quickened. Something was off. I knew Grace better than anyone—she wasn’t the type to hide things, yet here she was, avoiding my gaze like she was hiding a secret. "This is not a small thing, Grace," I said, my tone rough with frustration. "You hit your head, and now you're telling me you can handle this on your own? Look at me—tell me she didn't hurt you. Tell me you weren't pushed. Or I swear I won't believe a word you say."I could feel the tension building, a knot of suspicion gnawing at me. Grace wasn’t clumsy—never had been. She wasn’t the type to stumble twice in heels. And yet here she was, looking like she was about to lie to my face."Look at me," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. I ob
Berrilyl's POVI stood stiffly in the corner, the tension in the room thick enough to cut through with a knife. I could feel my heart thump as Cage took one stride forward, his gaze piercing cold upon the spies' blood-smeared forms kneeling at his feet.Who sent you?" Cage's voice was quiet, almost detached, but the weight of command behind the words left no argument.The spies didn't answer. Their heads were still hung low, their swollen lips leaking blood onto the floor. Watching them, a weird feeling twisted in my tummy, I didn’t know if it was pity and anticipation mixed up. Were they terrified or just too loyal to be sensible?When Cage spoke again, his words sent a shiver down my spine. “And while we’re at it,” he said, his eyes narrowing dangerously, “tell me if there’s another spy in this room.”There was a brief, strained silence in the room before my gaze turned instinctively to Grace. She was standing to the left of Cage, her face was blank, but I noticed her jaw stiffened
Berrilyl's POVThe cold, damp walls of the cell were growing all too familiar. I leaned against the rough stone, trying to block out the ache in my back and the faint stench of mildew clinging to the air. My wrists still showed the faint bruises from the last time they'd dragged me here, but it wasn't the discomfort that bothered me, it was the bitter taste of humiliation.Again and again, I was cast aside as if my words were but empty air.Steps rattled through the corridor; it was so narrow. I came straight up and then flicked a strand of hair away from my face. A small window on the cell door slid open, showing me an expectedly familiar face, Grace.She came into the room, her head held high, as always superior, her footsteps deliberate. This time, she didn't carry a tray of food with her just that knowing smirk, that set me on edge."You really can't help yourself, can you?" she said, crossing her arms. "Your mouth is going to get you killed one day."I let out a short, bitter lau
Berrilyl's POV After the pandemonium had subsided, Cage stood his gaze looking carefully through the scene. The two men who laying dead on the floor had already been taken away. The attack had come without warning, and the deaths of his men were a painful reminder of how vulnerable they could still be.“Secure the perimeter,” Cage ordered. His voice was firm, carrying authority. The guards nodded and scattered to follow his orders. There was no time for grief now; they needed to know if there were more enemies hiding nearby, waiting to strike.He turned to the soldiers who had gathered the bodies. “Make sure the dead are buried properly. Both of them,” Cage added, his voice softer now. It wasn’t just his men who had fallen, but they were his responsibility, and that meant giving them a proper burial, no matter the circumstances.Jake, who had stood next to him, observed the men leaving. His face was strained as he turned to face Cage. He whispered, "I don't trust anyone," as he glanc
Berrilyl's POVI sat still in the quiet of my room, my mind a storm of confusion and frustration. My thoughts were consumed by the same question that had been plaguing me for weeks: why hadn’t William come looking for me? I had been taken from him, kept captive by Cage, yet there had been no sign of a search. No attempts at rescue. No word from him at all.I shifted uncomfortably, trying to push the thought away, but it refused to leave me. The silence from William made no sense. He had always been protective, always there when I needed him, so why hadn’t he done anything?A part of her wondered if Cage’s explanation of the situation had some truth to it. Perhaps William was too busy with other matters, or perhaps he really hadn’t known where to look. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it, that something wasn’t right.I paced the room, the floorboards creaking under my weight. I had heard Cage mention things that didn’t sit well with me, things about po
Berrilyl's POVI stared at the food in front of me, trying to force down the disgust I felt. Cage’s words echoed in my mind—*“Only the goddess knows whose toe is inside the food.”* I could almost feel the taint of his cruel words poisoning the meal. It smelled so good, though—too good. The temptation was almost unbearable, but his sick laugh still rang in my ears. He was a monster, and I couldn’t trust anything he gave me, no matter how innocent it looked. I glanced at the door. Cage had already left, his laugh trailing behind him as he slammed the door with enough force to rattle the walls. I knew it was a challenge—a test of patience, of trust, or perhaps just another one of his sick games. Part of me wanted to dive into the food and finish it all in one go, to ignore the horror of what he might have done to it. But another part of me, the cautious part—the part that had learned from all the abuse, from every twisted trick he’d played—held me back. His words stung, and the last
Berrilyl's POVI woke up in a haze, disoriented and confused, staring at the ceiling. My head throbbed, and my body felt heavy like the weight of the world had settled on me. As my mind started to clear, I felt a presence beside me. Someone was holding my hand. I turned my head, groggy, and saw the physician by my side, checking my pulse. His face was kind, and professional. But his presence did little to calm the storm inside me. What happened? The last thing I remembered was arguing with Cage. He had been furious, warning me about Grace. The tension between us was suffocating, but everything after that moment was a blur. I shifted my gaze, and that’s when I saw him—Cage. He was standing near the physician, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on me. His eyes burned with an anger so intense, that I could almost feel it searing through me. If his mask had covered his eyes too, I wouldn’t have known how much he hated me. “How are you feeling?” the physician asked, his voice gentle
Cage's POVAs soon as the Beta and his guards exited the room, the faint echo of their footsteps fading down the hall, my focus shifted entirely to Berrilyl. The anger I had restrained during the meeting surged forward, bubbling up and demanding release. I turned to her sharply, ready to unleash my frustration. “Who do you think you are,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, “to imply that I need you so badly, that without you my plans would crumble?” Her response was infuriatingly dismissive. She didn’t speak a word, only rolled her eyes, the faintest smirk curling her lips. “You better listen, and listen carefully,” I warned, stepping closer. “Don’t you ever try that again, or you won’t be able to handle what’s coming for you.” She raised her chin defiantly, her voice calm yet laced with exhaustion. “Stop pretending I’m lying. You do need me. If you didn’t, you would’ve killed me long ago. You’ve had every reason to do it, haven’t you? Yet here I am, alive and standing in
Cage's POVThe meeting room was silent except for the rustle of papers and the occasional murmurs among my advisors. I sat at the head of the table, my gaze fixed on the Beta of the Goldenmoon Pack, who had just concluded his presentation. His pack’s desperation was evident, even if he tried to conceal it behind a polished and professional demeanour. Across from me, the Beta adjusted his posture, his shoulders squared and his expression carefully neutral. Behind him stood a pair of guards, their hands resting on the hilts of their weapons. They looked tense, though they did their best to appear calm. This was no ordinary proposal—it was a plea for survival. “Alpha Cage,” the Beta began, his voice steady, “our pack believes this alliance will be mutually beneficial. We offer an unparalleled supply of ammunition and weaponry, resources that your pack can put to immediate use. In return, we seek your protection against the increasing rogue attacks.” I leaned back in my chair, steep
Berrilyl's POV The tap at the door was gentle. I didn't look toward the door. My eyes, instead remained set at the ceiling, like the cracked pattern there should give answers to my plenty of questions. Another rap, loud enough this time. "Come in," I spoke finally, never raising myself up to sit.The door creaked open and Talia stepped inside, carrying a small wooden tray. Her face was smooth, yet a flicker of unease danced in her eyes as she neared. "I brought the medicine," she whispered, placing the tray down on the small table beside my bed. "Cage ordered me to help you apply it to your wounds."At her words, a jolt of anger surged through me. My fists clenched at my sides, and I pushed myself upright, glaring at her. “Cage ordered you?” I repeated, my voice dripping with disdain. Talia nodded, clearly uncertain how to respond to my tone. “He said it’s important you heal properly.”A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could check it. "Of course, he did. He's probably just