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
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
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 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