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 POVMy back still ached from the lashes, each painful strip serving as a harsh reminder of what had just transpired. My body was shaking as I stayed there, and my breathing was irregular and shallow. The agony in my chest was far worse than the pain radiating through me.Cage had stood there, silent, as I had been punished. I had begged him to see through Grace’s lies, to understand that I had done nothing wrong, but he had simply watched me, his eyes empty and distant. His indifference had hurt more than the lashes. It was as though he had closed off any part of himself that could have cared about me. I could still feel the weight of his gaze, cold and unfeeling, burning into me, even now.I wanted to scream, to demand answers, to ask why he had done nothing while I had suffered. But I stayed silent, because what good would it have done? He didn’t care. Not really. And Grace had made sure of that.I tried to steady my breathing, to gather the strength to move, but my body
Cage's POVI paced the room, the stress rolling off me in waves as I replayed the events of the day in my head. My fists clenched involuntarily, and the echo of Berrilyl's defiant glare burned into my memory. How could someone so fragile have the audacity to stand up to me? It wasn't bravery, it was foolishness. And yet, that recklessness stirred something in me that I didn't want to examine too closely.The door creaking open had snapped me out of those spinning thoughts."Enter," I called sharply, raising myself taller in my seat and keeping my facial expression neutral.Grace entered carrying a tray of food with her, even in her walk, she was measured and cool as usual, but today something lay sharper in her eyes. Grace set the tray down on the table, then turned toward me and crossed her arms across her chest.You need to curb your anger, Cage," she said, not mincing words.I arched an eyebrow, folding my arms in turn. "And what makes you think I need advice on that?""Because you
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
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
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 instant the scream from Berrilyl reached my ears, my heart contracted in a way it shouldn't have. My body had moved well before my brain kicked in and I turned sharply in the direction of her voice. I caught her running toward me, a look of concern twisting her face, along with something else, it was fear.In That split second, the distraction almost cost me my life.A rogue caught me out of focus and charged at me, his blade was aimed right at my exposed side; I barely had time to react. Instinct kicked in, and I twisted my body in time, the blade grazing across my ribs instead of burying into my flesh. The pain was sharp, but I pushed it aside, countering it with a vicious strike that sent the rogue stumbling back.I hadn't had a chance to finish him off.Berrilyl was too close now, too close."What are you doing?!" I snapped at her, latching onto her arm and yanking her behind me. My grip was firm as my heart still hammered in my chest from the near miss.The rogue
Cage's POVTonight, the air is weighted with unvoiced challenge. I sit at the far edge of Mansion's yard, my body bent and tensed on guard. The torches from behind the stone walls seemed to threaten and would violently hang, casting malicious shadowing alongside me in silence. Miliano stood on my right-hand side, still as a ghoulish smile stretched his tanned skin from nose to neck end."Bring the secret guard and surround the Mansion," I ordered, having my voice drop steady, emotionless when inside me chaos brewed.Miliano nodded profoundly. "Aye." And with that, he turned on his heel and motioned for the men we had trained in secret to take their position. They shifted like ghosts and moved into their positions, efficient but silent; slipping into darkness as if they were spawned from it.Just as we were going to make our move, I felt it, the unnatural shift in the air, followed by the distant yet unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps. Lots of them. My instincts screamed a war
Berrilyl's POV I was sitting in my room, my mind spinning from everything Cage had shown me earlier. The pictures, the messages, the so-called evidence. I couldn’t make sense of it. My thoughts were all jumbled, and no matter how hard I tried to push them away, they kept coming back.How could Owen—someone I thought I knew—do something like that? He wouldn’t cheat on me, especially not with someone like that young mistress. And how does Cage have all this evidence? The more I thought about it, the more confused I became. It just didn’t add up. But I had no answers, and all I could do was try to sleep and hope my mind would stop racing.I was lost in thought until my eyes started closing up. As soon as I started to drift off, the loud sound of an alarm shattered the silence. My eyes shot open, heart racing. The sound was so harsh, so urgent. Then came the footsteps—the hurried thud of boots across the floor, the sound of people running. My mind couldn’t catch up to what was happening,
Berrilyl's POVI couldn't believe that Cage could still fabricate evidence to fool me. All along, I knew he was clever and knew how to play the game-twisting realities to his advantage-but never did I think he would go that far. It was using my emotions, trust, and vulnerability to his advantage, and it seemed in the worst possible way-a betrayal.I stood there, frozen in absolute disbelief as Cage laid before me what felt like a mountain of photographs, messages, and documents. Overwhelmingly, each bit of "evidence" that he had in his hands seemed to lead me further down the path on which I really did not want to tread. How could he do it? How could he lie to me so in my face, knowing how much I love Owen?A rage bubbled in my chest, and I couldn't hold it inside anymore. "You're lying!" I screamed, my voice cracking. The words tasted bitter in my mouth, but they needed to be said. There was no other way. "You're just trying to manipulate me, Cage. You think I'll believe this garbage
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