Berrilyl's POV
I 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 repeated the words and it got glued in my ears. If I wasn't careful I would die of hunger truly.
"The food you've just wasted, that you vomited into, could have fed others. You decided to vomit it today. No problem but just don't do that tomorrow or better still, give your food out. We would happily collect it while you go on your hunger strike but mind you it wouldn't strike enough to get any favour or mercy from the alpha. Everyone from here would do anything to eat it. We are a group of hungry wolves"
As Liah talked, I stared at her with utmost confusion. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening. My life took a crazy turn otherwise everything would have been okay and perfect.
"Wait, Liah. How come they are still practising this kind of slavery– chaining people? Even though we might be surrounded by mountains but still... It's like we are stuck between modern and ancient ways" I asked, then it occurred to me that I didn't even know where my phones and other stuff were. I didn't think of them at all as I was filled with anger and confusion about Owens's death. He was more important than gadgets.
"I don't know, all I know is that this place is very hard to locate and this kind of slavery is more torturing" she replied.
The image of how he had Owens killed replayed in my mind and I could feel nothing but hate for him.
He was the heartless beast that kept me here and now he's forcing me into believing that we spent some wonderful time together, we looked so caught up in the moment we shared. A part of me told me it was real but how could it be real? We never shared any time and I didn't even know him so how come those pictures were there? And Liah also said she had never seen him with anyone before so he must be playing tricks with me.
When it was time to sleep, I wanted to choose the floor but when I took a closer look. It was more worse than the bed in some aspects so I decided to manage myself.
"Good night, princess. Sweet dreams. Hopefully, your prince charming would magically appear to save you from this place" she teased, squeezed herself into that little space and closed her eyes to sleep "You'll be woken up early princess, so sleep now" she said firmly, eyes still closed and slowly she drifted away from reality.
I looked around and saw that they were all asleep like it was so easy and normal. I slowly put my head on the bed but still couldn't sleep a wink.
"Wake up. Wakey wakey" I faintly heard others' words accompanied by sounds of whips and that immediately woke me up.
"I wanted to let you sleep a little before I woke you up" Liah said smiling. "Good morning, Your Highness" I looked outside through the bodies moving hurriedly and saw that the sun was barely out.
No wonder, I felt like I didn't sleep a wink. I just closed my eyes for some minutes and then I'm being asked to wake up.
It felt surreal and now I really hoped I had wished for a prince charming to save me like Liah said, I now understood what she meant by being awake early.
I wondered how they lived this long. I was going to surely find it impossible to survive here. It would be my last and I really wished my brother was here to save me.
Liah helped me get ready and we went out and started our slave duty and I felt so tired. I just wanted something to distract me from the crazy labouring work.
"The Alpha's asking for you. Lazy, weak animal" Cain said arrogantly.
He was surely still annoyed about the last time and was ready to do anything to make me feel pain and lose my self-worth which I wasn't sure I even had. I knew he would try everything in his power to make me regret doing that to him but he deserved it.
Soon some guards came and grabbed me by that arm, dragging me into the palace.
"I can walk properly. You don't need to do this" I said but it fell on deaf ears. I didn't know why the alpha wanted me to see him but I knew it was never going to be something good.
Even though I wanted something that would distract me from that burdensome work, I never wanted it to be the Alpha. He was the last thing wanted to see right now.
We finally reached where he was and I was thrown on the bare floor making a loud thud that made him smile.
"How's your morning going, wicked one?" He asked and I looked at him shocked, he was the evil one yet he called me wicked.
"If I am wicked then what are you?" I angrily spat out.
"I'm good. Of course" he said with all the ego in the world.
"Good, my foot!" I said and he came near me, I could feel his intense gaze piercing through the mask to my soul. I was becoming afraid since he was so close to me.
"There is something you need to do for me. Berrilyl" he said smiling mischievously and my heart started beating with uncertainty.
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
Berrilyl's POVAfter my wounds fully healed, I resumed my duties, desperately hoping for a reprieve. As the sun dipped below the horizon, we were served a meagre ration of stale food and water.The food we were given was so little compared to the backbreaking labour we endured, but at least there was enough water to quench our thirst. I opted to forgo the stale food, giving my portion to Liah instead since I didn't like it one bit and the fact that I couldn't eat even if I wanted to since my output was very little.My stomach growled in protest as the sight of the unappetizing food passing me by was almost too much to bear.The thought of succumbing to hunger and losing my dignity was revolting. Liah's words echoed in my mind: soon, I'd be so ravenous that I'd disregard the taste and quality of food, just to fill my stomach. The prospect terrified me, and I knew I had to escape this nightmare before it was too late. The thought of becoming a mindless, fearful minion, blindly following
Berrilyl's POVThe thought of marrying the Alpha was unbearable. It would be a never-ending nightmare, as I didn't harbour even a shred of love for him. How could he possibly expect me to accept this union, especially after he brutally took the life of the person I loved, right before my eyes? The pain and anger still lingered, making the prospect of marrying him utterly repulsive.The idea of having any involvement with Cage was abhorrent to me. We shared a deep-seated hatred for each other, so it beggared belief that he would suddenly want to marry me, a lowly slave, and make me his wife. I remembered Liah's words clearly, she said he didn't like women. This revelation only strengthened my conviction that Cage's motivations for marrying me were far from pure."Excuse me, please I need to see the Alpha," I requested, turning to the assistant. His expression remained impassive as he replied,"Sorry, I'm afraid that's not possible," he said, and I went back.Undeterred, I returned to
Berrilyl's POVHis appearance was unexpected and I was embarrassed being caught doing something like that. I secretly put my hand on my lips to be sure I didn't drool for him. He wasn't worth it. A dignified princess like me could possibly not drool for someone like him.I felt like shutting out my feelings at that moment. I started asking myself why I came to his chambers in the first place before I remembered that it was about the forced wedding between the both of us."You've been shouting that you want to see me and I'm here right now so talk," he said arrogantly. I slowly turned to face him and I was so annoyed with myself because part of me wished that he was shirtless like the other day but he was fully clothed and I was secretly disappointed but I knew it was better that way I would never be able to focus on the reason I came with those outstanding abs of his in display."Why do you want to marry me? You have no interest in women so why do you want to marry me? It's not that y
Cage's POV She was infuriating, and yet, she remained unchanged. Her sharp tongue, which had once cut me so deeply, still wagged with reckless abandon. This time, however, it needed to be silenced. After all she'd done to me, she had the audacity to forget, to move on, and live a life filled with laughter and joy. Meanwhile, I remained shackled to the pain and bitterness she'd left in the shadows of our past.The memories of the time we spent together still haunts me, a reminder of the torment I went through. The dangers that lurked because of one simple mistake that I regret and can never forget till this day.Shouts and screams still filled my head and she had to pay for what she had done and what she'd caused. Every atom of the incident had be be relieved by her. It was an unforgettable experience yet she chose to forget. How much more insolent and despicable could she be. I looked at her as she fell down in pain after I slapped her but still it was nothing at all compared to t
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