Nyx
The moment she came here, I knew she was doomed. How can a star so bright fall short into the hands of those that wants her dead? It was the same question I asked when Kael told me about her. I wanted him to come to me with the information, what has kept me this long in the shell of this family was knowing when and what to speak. When you say things people don't want to hear, your head would be on a stake. That's how people like me exists and survive. Honestly, nobody would knowingly hurt me. My protection was the only thing I can extend to her now, what lies ahead of this fragile couple they have to walk alone...
Kael, Marcellus's father, came to my home and knowingly uses his faint disguises to delude what he truly wants. What he has always wanted. To warm my bed. I let him linger for a while before sending someone to bring him up to the garden room.
"You are still as radiant as ever, Nyx." His deep voice stirred something inside me. I knew better, I knew the extent of his lust. It is consuming. When I still had my eyes, it was what drove us apart. It was how I knew his fate, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him. Part of being in the order, is seeing and not being able to speak. It is daunting to see all these lives colliding against each other and not being able to do a thing.
I smiled as I watered the plants, dropping the leg on the desk, I followed him to the where I sit. I knew the nook and cranny of my house and even when I couldn't see him, I followed his sense of smell and heavy footsteps. "You haven't changed. Your flattery isn't going to change anything."
"I know. I don't want to misuse the privilege of coming to see you. I wish we had a life together instead of secretly being in love while your sister carried my child." I stretched a smile, a wistful smile. A knowing sin that I am still paying for. Still I never regretted a thing. "Nyla had always been fond of you. It would have been foolish to take that from her. It wasn't going to end well."
"I know you see the end of all things but in between there are thousands of possibilities you couldn't even account for. Maybe with your sister out of the way, I wouldn't have to had married Myra... She isn't you."
I scoffed. "Yet, she had Darius for you." There was this anger brewing its force inside me. Hearing him talk about my sister like some forgotten tramp, doesn't sit well with me. It was bad enough that I stared her bed with her husband, but I had never disrespected her. Nyla got married to Kael out of duty, it was too late for her and her son, when she finally learned about the curse. I pray for my punishment every day that I couldn't save her, worst of all her child.
"You didn't want anything to do with me. Which I could understand because Nyla's death wasn't something you could have overcome in an instant. Marcellus, had his fair share of grief too."
"Then why are you treating him this way?"
"Why are you deflecting?" His tone changed. "How I treat my son is no one's business. He is half dead, the best I can do is allow his transitions to be smooth." He was pissed, but his emotions were turbulent, as the former Alpha he was taught persistence and serenity in the face of adversity. Not only that, but he was trying not to react to the past we both had. I would love to sit with him and chat about our stupidity back in the day, I wanted to stop him from doing something idiotic. Tampering with his son's fate was only going to wreak chaos and I didn't feel like putting out fires everywhere.
"Actually, it is my business. You forgot you are dragging that young girl along. Haven't you turned from your cruelty has the past taught you nothing."
He stood up in anger, I could feel the rage emitting from him. "You agreed to stay out of his life, I don't see why you are bothered now. Bothered about him now? What do you think he would say when he finds out that you are his aunt? Huh!" We might have had our fun in the past, but I can never lay in the same bed with a man whose darkness has confined him by the day. He was becoming more unrecognizable.
"Fine. I just thought to remind you that interference with his fate would lead you to your death. If you do not know how untouchable he is by now, then you are more foolish than I thought."
He was already leaving, holding on to whatever dignity he had left. "You should be more concerned about your visions, you are out of touch. I came here thinking we could be able to work something, spark some heat. It turns out that you still see me the way you saw me then."
Kael left. I sighed. "Yes. You are still very immature."
Suddenly, the air around my changed the darkness that meets my eyes only grew worse and terrible. Pain, fear, anguish. Pain, fear, anguish. That was all I could feel. The feeling left flashes of Claudia abducted at the back of a van...
I sighed. "These damn, fools."
I snapped my fingers, leaving with the swirls of darkness and arriving in front of the moving van. I could feel the van moving towards me with so much speed. Maybe I might have lost my touch with my visions, but my senses were sharper than that of an animal that he was. The shield enveloping me stopped the van, it turned over like it hit a brick wall. After the van stayed still, I walked to the back of the van, feeling the touch of the back of the van, I touched Claudia, teleporting back to my house.
"Vincent?!"
"Ma'am!" My butler came running in haste. I heard him gasp, I knew that he had seen Claudia.
"Get the maids to help her with the wounds. The stench of blood is so bad. If I had not arrived in time, there's no telling what would have been done to her. Give her clean clothes, wash off blood on the wound and I will come heal any major damage she has." I went back into the garden room, waiting and hoping that she doesn't lose touch with her reality. Souls like her were so easily entrapped in their own mind by choice. She just needed a face of hope then she would be fine.
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"I was told I am going to find you here." Claudia sauntered into the room, where I sat, listening to an audio chants of spells. I switched off the sounds as soon as I sensed her presence.
"It is my hiding spot. How are you? I hope you don't have any hidden pain, you can tell me." I compelled her to speak, but she wasn't the type to be moved by many words. It made me wonder what else she was keeping to herself. I found only see a possibility of her end, and it wasn't pretty. And it came in fragment. I didn't know how to react around her, but I guess keeping things secrets was my specialty.
"I remember been taking by some men. They were masked, so I didn't really make out what or who they were. Did you save me? No one would notice if I was gone by the way, but I'm grateful, if you did. Thanks for healing my wounds."
"How did you know it was me?" I asked her inquisitively. She was observant a d that's a plus in my book.
"It takes one to know one."
"I would notice if you are gone. Even if you didn't call out to me..." I could feel her eyes on me, her emotions were at war with themselves. She wanted to speak but was picky with her words.
"I didn't call on you."
"You would not know. You didn't it unconsciously, Claudia. "
"You are an Elder and I don't know you to be a god or something. How did you know I was in danger?" I had a feeling that if I kept avoiding the question, she wasn't going to stop asking. She had become that child that I had never gotten close to, her presence was so overwhelming calm that I couldn't help but extend my sympathy for all she has gone through in the hands of everyone and most importantly what she will go through. Her journey had only begun.
"I told myself I wasn't going to do this. I don't want you to knowingly put yourself in danger just because of me. The last time we met, I placed a protection spell. Like an alarm, if anything should happen to you and should you need my help, I will be there."
I could hear her sniff. "Thank you. You are the only person here that has cared for me."
I smiled. "I have sent for Marcellus. He is on his way, he is a hot-tempered man, but he cares about you. He doesn't just know it yet. For that he is just like his father. I am here for as long as you shall need me." I felt her agree with me.
"I don't know when he is going to arrive but I do have some questions for you?" I gestured for her to continue, I had an inkling of what bothers her, but it was just that. As much as I can see the end, there is so little I know about her. In fact when I try to see her near future, it was blank. "Are you from this realm? And why do people want Marcel dead?"
"Oh well! That's a very long story."
"I can wait."
Claudia "Why her?!"The words reached my ears before I even realized I was eavesdropping. I froze mid-step, the pail of water in my hands tilting precariously as I strained to hear more. The Alpha’s deep voice rumbled through the wooden walls of the great hall, its authority unmistakable.“She’s the eldest,” another voice replied, calm and measured. Likely Beta Rhys, the Alpha’s ever-loyal second-in-command. “Her lineage may not be pure, considering she's your illegitimate daughter but the alliance will outweigh her... deficiencies.”My blood ran cold. What alliance? What deficiencies? I eased closer to the partially open door, careful not to make a sound. The sound of chairs scraping against the stone floor followed, as if someone had stood.“This decision is final,” the Alpha said. “It’s for the good of the pack.”A third voice chimed in, older and raspier, probably one of the elders. “She’s of age. What better use can she provide than to be a sacrifice for the good of our pack. Th
Claudia "So, this is what it feels like to be dressed like a lamb before slaughter," I muttered, staring at the reflection in the cracked mirror. For the first time in my life, I looked like a princess. A royal blue gown adorned with intricate silver embroidery hugged my figure, its hem brushing the floor like cascading waves. My hair was swept into an elegant bun, with tiny pearl pins catching the light. Even my hands, after all those years of scrubbing floors, were softened with scented oils.It was ironic, really. I was nothing more than the Alpha’s dirty little secret—his illegitimate daughter. Yet here I was, dressed as if I belonged to the very bloodline that scorned me.“Don’t slouch, Claudia,” came my stepmother’s shrill voice from the doorway. Her lips curled in a way that made my skin crawl. “You’ll embarrass us enough as it is.”I straightened my posture but said nothing. I’d learned long ago that my silence was the only thing keeping me from constant punishment. Lyria an
Claudia "This isn’t what I agreed to," I muttered under my breath as the car rumbled over the uneven road. Towering the gates of the Bloodfang estate loomed before us, massive and foreboding. I swallowed hard, steeling myself for what awaited me inside. I have never known anything outside the walls of my father's pack. I longed to see what it looked like, I yearned to be free. For years, I dreamed of leaving everything behind. It wasn’t a home—it was a cage, a place where I was constantly reminded of what I wasn’t: a daughter, a sister, a pack member. Now, I had finally escaped, but the freedom I craved felt like a distant illusion.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, stealing a glance at the elder who had accompanied me. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his eyes fixed ahead. Not a word had been spoken between us since we departed.The Limo came to a halt, and I stepped out, my legs trembling beneath the weight of my gown. The Bloodfang estate was massive, its stone walls ca
Claudia “Stay back,” I warned, though my voice betrayed my fear. The rustling grew closer, and I backed up until I hit the door. My fingers fumbled for the handle, desperate to escape, but it wouldn’t budge. “Who’s there?” I asked again My voice trembled, betraying the confidence I tried to muster.“You should know,” he said, the edge in his tone sharp and cutting. “Or are you just as clueless as they said you’d be?” The voice was deep and raspy, slicing through the silence like a blade. I froze, my fist still midair. I hadn’t expected an answer—certainly not from inside the room. My breathing hitched as I turned, pressing my back against the door for support.I squinted into the suffocating darkness, but all I could see were shadows stretching endlessly. The faint rustle of movement echoed in the room, but it was impossible to pinpoint where it came from.“Are you... my husband?” I asked hesitantly, the words foreign and heavy on my tongue.A low chuckle emerged from the shadows, co
Claudia “In two weeks, I’ll be dead.”I blinked, the weight of his words rendering me momentarily speechless. My hands clenched the fabric of my dress, and I stared into the pitch-black room as if doing so would help me see him.“What did you just say?” I whispered, hoping I’d misheard.“You heard me,” he said, his voice void of emotion. “In two weeks, this sickness will claim me. That’s why they sent you here—to bide their time until I’m gone.”My chest tightened as I tried to comprehend his meaning. “But... why?”“Because when I die,” he continued, “you’ll be passed along to one of the elders as their concubine, that's if you prove to be useless afterwards. A fitting end for a pawn like you, don’t you think?”A cold wave of nausea washed over me. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and I struggled to catch my breath. My father’s cold dismissal, my sisters’ pitiful glances—it all made sense now. None of them had dared to marry into this family because they had known. They had kn
Marcellus I heard her yesterday and I can only imagine what that meant. I felt the bond when she arrived but due to my illness, I was able to not feel the imprint I had on her. An Alpha imprinting on a mere wolf like her goes beyond screaming ‘mate’ like she did. It was deeper than just recognizing your mate. It is a flame. A soul tie. Bond for pain and release. Laughter and sadness. Unlucky for her, my sadness ran deep. For me, it doesn't come easy, how do I control the hunger for her when I will soon be locked away in the past. Everyone has finally avoided me and made sure that I had nothing left to do and she wasn't just scared. I was more scared of the soul ties I had with her. If she passes out of my gaze for a second, panic arises in me. Since I am weak, it is only going to take an army to pin me down into spiraling into anger. How can I manage this illness and my need for her?I knew I had been sent to my early grave when she arrived. She was more doomed than I am. The pain ins
Marcellus Still holding on to my cane, the repressed anger mixed with pain was tough to handle as my head began to explode. Everything was blurry and filled with red. Nate was still talking but I couldn't make out the words. “Nate, shut it!” I yelled at him. “These things are for you to handle. We cannot risk another attack not when we are at the brink of a strange transition. When I am gone, my brother would take charge of everything and do you think he would let you lead with what is best of the pack and the realm? How come we still don't know about the assassins that have been terrorizing the realm?!”“Alpha, we are looking into it.” He said quietly. “Looking into it?! How come anyone isn't capable around here? Are you all waiting for me to die?! So you can do what the hell you want?” My raged fueled faster. The pain became unbearable and this was the episode and it was only a matter of time before the seizures finally took place. It was bad enough that I could control my anger a
ClaudiaI didn't trust him. I knew my life was doomed with him and there was nothing that could change that. Yet, I felt a sense of knowing when I am close to him. Always feels familiar and I could tell that he was someone that I knew or probably had a close or short contact with. Then, who am I kidding? I haven't met him and it seemed this curse had been with him for the longest time. I didn't know how to help him, I did the little I could. With the portion and all but to see that someone was trying to poison him, it was beyond me. We moved into a bigger bedroom, two bedrooms conjoined as one. It has proper ventilation and was better for his health. I knew there was no way out of this but I was hoping that would have a slight change. Why am I bothering myself for someone who is going to die soon? Who is cold, authoritative and distant? Why do I care so much? I want to think it is the mate bond but If I was feeling this kind of devotion toward him, then it ran deeper than that. Besid
Nyx The moment she came here, I knew she was doomed. How can a star so bright fall short into the hands of those that wants her dead? It was the same question I asked when Kael told me about her. I wanted him to come to me with the information, what has kept me this long in the shell of this family was knowing when and what to speak. When you say things people don't want to hear, your head would be on a stake. That's how people like me exists and survive. Honestly, nobody would knowingly hurt me. My protection was the only thing I can extend to her now, what lies ahead of this fragile couple they have to walk alone...Kael, Marcellus's father, came to my home and knowingly uses his faint disguises to delude what he truly wants. What he has always wanted. To warm my bed. I let him linger for a while before sending someone to bring him up to the garden room."You are still as radiant as ever, Nyx." His deep voice stirred something inside me. I knew better, I knew the extent of his lust
Claudia I stomped the bedroom in anger as Marcellus was trying to eat his lunch and take his drug fur that afternoon. "Why do you have to kill her?" I yelled at him. He didn't look up at him, I could feel the depth of his pain as he ate slowly. "I am not talking to myself Marcel. Was I wrong to tell you your life was in danger?" "No you were not, Claudia. But you should get use to this by now. Not everyone wants me alive, and it is only a matter of time before death finally catches up with me until then, I need to send out a warning." There was this peace that enveloped me when he spoke of himself. It was very clear that he doesn't want to die but the sins of those before him has caused this for him. I really want to sympathize with him but there was so little I can do when he took rash decisions without thinking. "I understand you want to give a statement. Don't you think you should spend your last days, trying to ease the life of your pack other than terrifying then with new bod
Claudia “What the hell are you waiting for?! Go ahead.” I yelled at him. “Just reject me and leave me the hell alone. At least you'd know you're dying alone without a care in the world.” He brushed his dark wavy hair backwards in frustration. There was this secret that was added to his soul and each time he tried to reach for it, he brushed it off almost immediately. Close enough for me to see what his impressions are.“I cannot reject you!” He blurted out. “Like I said, the mate bond is different for Alpha's. When an alpha feels a deep connection with his said mate. Their souls are tied through an imprint. It is uncontrollable, we cannot choose whom we imprint on. Finding your mate is just the first step, imprinting takes time, for some years. Others, like us, the minute we find out. When an imprint is done on your mate, there isn't any going back. I can't just flip the switch. I cannot reject you.”“Mates reject each other. It is normal.”“Not for Alpha blood. Our souls are linked
ClaudiaI didn't trust him. I knew my life was doomed with him and there was nothing that could change that. Yet, I felt a sense of knowing when I am close to him. Always feels familiar and I could tell that he was someone that I knew or probably had a close or short contact with. Then, who am I kidding? I haven't met him and it seemed this curse had been with him for the longest time. I didn't know how to help him, I did the little I could. With the portion and all but to see that someone was trying to poison him, it was beyond me. We moved into a bigger bedroom, two bedrooms conjoined as one. It has proper ventilation and was better for his health. I knew there was no way out of this but I was hoping that would have a slight change. Why am I bothering myself for someone who is going to die soon? Who is cold, authoritative and distant? Why do I care so much? I want to think it is the mate bond but If I was feeling this kind of devotion toward him, then it ran deeper than that. Besid
Marcellus Still holding on to my cane, the repressed anger mixed with pain was tough to handle as my head began to explode. Everything was blurry and filled with red. Nate was still talking but I couldn't make out the words. “Nate, shut it!” I yelled at him. “These things are for you to handle. We cannot risk another attack not when we are at the brink of a strange transition. When I am gone, my brother would take charge of everything and do you think he would let you lead with what is best of the pack and the realm? How come we still don't know about the assassins that have been terrorizing the realm?!”“Alpha, we are looking into it.” He said quietly. “Looking into it?! How come anyone isn't capable around here? Are you all waiting for me to die?! So you can do what the hell you want?” My raged fueled faster. The pain became unbearable and this was the episode and it was only a matter of time before the seizures finally took place. It was bad enough that I could control my anger a
Marcellus I heard her yesterday and I can only imagine what that meant. I felt the bond when she arrived but due to my illness, I was able to not feel the imprint I had on her. An Alpha imprinting on a mere wolf like her goes beyond screaming ‘mate’ like she did. It was deeper than just recognizing your mate. It is a flame. A soul tie. Bond for pain and release. Laughter and sadness. Unlucky for her, my sadness ran deep. For me, it doesn't come easy, how do I control the hunger for her when I will soon be locked away in the past. Everyone has finally avoided me and made sure that I had nothing left to do and she wasn't just scared. I was more scared of the soul ties I had with her. If she passes out of my gaze for a second, panic arises in me. Since I am weak, it is only going to take an army to pin me down into spiraling into anger. How can I manage this illness and my need for her?I knew I had been sent to my early grave when she arrived. She was more doomed than I am. The pain ins
Claudia “In two weeks, I’ll be dead.”I blinked, the weight of his words rendering me momentarily speechless. My hands clenched the fabric of my dress, and I stared into the pitch-black room as if doing so would help me see him.“What did you just say?” I whispered, hoping I’d misheard.“You heard me,” he said, his voice void of emotion. “In two weeks, this sickness will claim me. That’s why they sent you here—to bide their time until I’m gone.”My chest tightened as I tried to comprehend his meaning. “But... why?”“Because when I die,” he continued, “you’ll be passed along to one of the elders as their concubine, that's if you prove to be useless afterwards. A fitting end for a pawn like you, don’t you think?”A cold wave of nausea washed over me. The room felt smaller, the air heavier, and I struggled to catch my breath. My father’s cold dismissal, my sisters’ pitiful glances—it all made sense now. None of them had dared to marry into this family because they had known. They had kn
Claudia “Stay back,” I warned, though my voice betrayed my fear. The rustling grew closer, and I backed up until I hit the door. My fingers fumbled for the handle, desperate to escape, but it wouldn’t budge. “Who’s there?” I asked again My voice trembled, betraying the confidence I tried to muster.“You should know,” he said, the edge in his tone sharp and cutting. “Or are you just as clueless as they said you’d be?” The voice was deep and raspy, slicing through the silence like a blade. I froze, my fist still midair. I hadn’t expected an answer—certainly not from inside the room. My breathing hitched as I turned, pressing my back against the door for support.I squinted into the suffocating darkness, but all I could see were shadows stretching endlessly. The faint rustle of movement echoed in the room, but it was impossible to pinpoint where it came from.“Are you... my husband?” I asked hesitantly, the words foreign and heavy on my tongue.A low chuckle emerged from the shadows, co
Claudia "This isn’t what I agreed to," I muttered under my breath as the car rumbled over the uneven road. Towering the gates of the Bloodfang estate loomed before us, massive and foreboding. I swallowed hard, steeling myself for what awaited me inside. I have never known anything outside the walls of my father's pack. I longed to see what it looked like, I yearned to be free. For years, I dreamed of leaving everything behind. It wasn’t a home—it was a cage, a place where I was constantly reminded of what I wasn’t: a daughter, a sister, a pack member. Now, I had finally escaped, but the freedom I craved felt like a distant illusion.I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, stealing a glance at the elder who had accompanied me. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his eyes fixed ahead. Not a word had been spoken between us since we departed.The Limo came to a halt, and I stepped out, my legs trembling beneath the weight of my gown. The Bloodfang estate was massive, its stone walls ca