Leah's POV On my way to work, Darren remained silent. It was a bit awkward, so I tried to break the ice. "Did I say something that offended you last night when I was drunk?" I asked. "Well, technically speaking, it's not offending," Darren took a glance at Troy, who was driving with a deadpan face, and smirked. "It's kind of flattering." "I'm sorry, but I'm sitting right here." Troy protested. "Please don't let me hear anything that I'm not supposed to hear. I will have to report everything to Jalin, or else he will shout at me again." "Did you and Jalin find the poor man's abducted wife yesterday?" I asked. "Yeah," Troy replied briefly. "And?" I said. "And nothing happened. We couldn't find the man who had abducted her. By the time we found that woman, the abductor had already left," Troy said. I looked out of the window and said, "He killed that poor woman, didn't he?" Troy looked nervous and said, "No, Leah. The woman's fine." "Troy, I'm not stupid. Just tell me the trut
Leah's POV "How's Lucas been doing?" Laura asked. "He doesn't come across as a man who would send girls flowers." "His condition is worsening. I have to let him stay with me, otherwise, he will get weaker and weaker," I said and put those flowers into a vase. "I'm not supposed to say this, but as your best friend, I have the obligation to remind you that you're having a very unhealthy relationship with your ex-mate," Laura frowned and said. "What can I do? I can't just watch him die. He wouldn't move on with his life and I don't know where his second chance is," I said. "Even if I helped him to find his second chance, I don't think he would take it. He was so stubborn to take me back and refuse to sign our divorce papers." "Maybe you should try to talk to him," Laura said. "I tried. I really tried. But it seems whenever I tried to have a conversation with Lucas, it ended up with me getting fucked or he gets injured. It's like a curse," I covered my face. "Poor Leah," Laura came
Leah's POV As I stepped into the wine cellar, the musty scent of oak barrels and the soft glow of flickering candles greeted me. The space was dimly lit, with rows upon rows of bottles lining the walls, each one dusted with a fine layer of sediment. I could feel the weight of the door closing behind me as if I had entered another realm entirely. I felt cold and held my arms. Alpha Kyle immediately took off his coat and covered it on my shoulders. "This way, please, Miss Lewyn." Alpha Kyle patted my back gently, which triggered a wave of disgust in my stomach. As I moved further into the room, my eyes were drawn to a collection of wines that seemed almost otherworldly. There were bottles from every corner of the globe. This old sucker does know wines. I thought to myself. Alpha Kyle must have seen the glint in my eyes. He leaned forward toward me and said, "Do you need me to recommend a bottle of wine for you, Miss Lewyn?" I shook my head and said, "I don't drink when I'm talki
Leah's POV Alpha Kyle was shocked by my sudden wake. He was petrified for a moment, but then, I saw a sadistic look in his eyes. Before I could react, he had already choked my neck with both of his fat hands. "Why are you awake, Leah?! You're not supposed to be awake! Why can't you be obedient as the other bitches and shut the fuck up?!" He barked at me as he was squeezing his hands. I couldn't use Lycan force to bash him into a meat pie, because it would disclose my real identity. So I grabbed a random object from the side and smashed it against Alpha Kyle's bald head. The hands that choked my neck immediately loosened. Alpha Kyle rolled down my body and fell to the ground like a heavy sack of flour. I threw the thing in my hand. It was a giant, horse-sized dildo. I couldn't believe that this old asshole would use something like that to torture women. Alpha Kyle covered his head, rolling on the floor in pain. "You've never seen that coming, right?" I lowered my head and kick
Leah's POV I raised my head and saw Lucas standing in front of me. "Why are you here?" I wiped my mouth and turned my head away from him. "You're supposed to rest in bed." "My wife is abducted by an old motherfucker in a sex dungeon and I am supposed to be lying in bed and hoping for the best?" Lucas pulled me closer to him and checked me from head to toe. "I'm fine, totally unharmed," I said. "I'm just horrified by what that man has done to other disprivileged girls. I mean, the level of crime is appalling. I mean, all those girls... They were alone at the darkest moments of their lives..." I couldn't finish my words because of the bitterness in my mouth. Lucas held me tightly against his chest and wrapped his arms around my head. "There's a big wild bad world out there, Leah. People were born inherently vice." He said while kissing my hair gently. I knew he was trying to use his body to shield the big bad outside world from me. The next thing I knew was that I was choking on
Leah's POV "No, Lucas, please don't... Don't do it here..." I tried to push him away in vain. "What? You don't like it when your little boyfriend is around? Do you want to ask him to join us? Does that turn you on?" Lucas asked. I was still under the influence of last night's hangover. My head was so painful that I couldn't even concentrate on whatever Lucas was doing. I desperately shook my head and said in a low voice, "No... Make it stop..." "I will stop when I get what I want," Lucas said as he removed my clothes. Our lips met in an intense kiss, which I did my best to avoid. I couldn't believe it. After all these years and what he had done to me, I still couldn't resist his sexual appeal. He explored my mouth, and our bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace. I was sure that I wasn't coerced, yet everything about what we were doing felt so right and wrong at the same time. As Lucas' hands roamed over the curves of my body, I moaned softly in pleasure. That's what I'v
Leah's POV "Can you hear me, Leah?" I heard a voice in oblivion. I felt that my breast was pressed by a giant pair of hands. I wanted to inhale some air, but my mouth was sealed by something soft and tender. Someone was doing CPR on me?! Where am I? I used my effort to push the man away from me. "Leah, you're awake!" I opened my eyes and saw the blurry image of Darren. He was soaking wet. His hair, normally styled with precision, was now wild and tousled as if the winds and waves had taken it upon themselves to reshape it. The man's clothes clung to his body, soaked through with salt water, and he shivered despite the warmth of the morning sun. But I knew it was not the cold that had caused him to tremble - it was the adrenaline that coursed through his veins. "What happened? Where am I? Did you save me again?" I shoot out a string of questions before I coughed out the remaining salty fluid in my lungs. I felt that I was about to cough my entire lungs out. "We've been looki
Leah's POV As the sun rises over the rolling hills, a gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers and salty sea water through the air. The sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking filled the tranquil atmosphere of the small port village on the continental side of the bay, where life seemed to move at a slower pace. Darren parked his bike on the side of the road, and waved at a boy who was staring at us curiously at a distance. "Come here." Darren prompted him. The boy hesitated and shifted back a bit. "You can touch my bike if you want." Darren winked at him and smiled. The boy ran forward and stretched out his tiny hand, stroking the leather surface of the bike. "Can you keep an eye on my bike? I'll go to the island and come back later," Darren said. The boy stared at Darren with a frown. Then, he turned his head toward me, stretching out his arms. "Do you want a hug from me?" I melted. The boy tiptoed to stretch out his arms toward me even higher. I chuckle
Lucian's POV“I am here to express our condolences to Your Highness on His Majesty’s passing…"“We are deeply sorry…"Their voices blurred and faded to a distant echo in my mind. I couldn’t focus on anything. The only thing consuming my thoughts was Leah.Where is she now? If Lucas’s plan had succeeded, she would be with Darren, fleeing to the north.The plan involved enhanced Darren killing Mick and secretly sending Leah to the north. Publicly, we’d claim that Leah, grief-stricken by my father’s death, had taken her own life. In this way, I’d eliminate Mick and seize the throne simultaneously.When Lucas first proposed the plan, I thought he was mad. No one had ever schemed like this before. No one had ever dared to deceive the Moon Goddess. Since yesterday, a troubling unease had crept over me. I didn’t like it one bit. It was the same bitter taste I’d fe
Darren's POVJosephine's stern gaze pierced through me. I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of the decision I had to make. The life of Leah's unborn baby was in my hands. If I gave the go-ahead, the baby wouldn't survive, and Leah would never forgive me. But if I didn't, Leah would die.“Continue,” I instructed the doctor, my voice steady.“Are you sure...?” he questioned, hesitant.Josephine covered her mouth to stifle a scream. “Do it. Now,” I repeated firmly."I can't watch this," Josephine said, her voice breaking as she stormed out of the room.I was left alone to face the grim reality. Dr. Jafar bent back over Leah, resuming the delicate operation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally removed the last fragment and collapsed into a chair, utterly spent."Is she going to be okay?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice."She's in critical condition. I’ve done everything I can. The
Darren's POV"What's happening...? What the hell?!" Josephine gasped, her eyes widening as she saw Leah cradled in my arms."Leah's in danger. We need a doctor," I murmured, laying Leah gently on the sofa."If you need a doctor, you’ll have to go to a clinic! Not to me!" Josephine snapped."I can't take her there. There are soldiers everywhere," I replied urgently. "She's dying, Jo. The blood won't stop."Josephine's face twisted with hysteria. "What do you expect me to do? We can't help her! Didn't you see those soldiers on the street? They're hunting for her! If they find her, we're both dead!"Ignoring her, I tore through the linen closet, grabbing anything that could help staunch Leah's wound. Josephine tried to pull me back."Darren! Are you listening to me?!""I hear you, Jo," I said softly, but firmly. "But I have to save Leah. She took a bullet meant for me. If it weren’t for her, I’d be the one bleeding out."
Leah's POV"What's the hurry?" A voice echoed from the doorway.Mick Toussaint?!What on earth was he doing here?"Ah, we've crossed paths again, Miss Lewyn." Mick's gaze locked onto mine, his eyes narrowing with intent. "Allow me to introduce you to my Luna and wife. I assure you, this reunion will be nothing short of spectacular."Clara's face materialized next to his.It was as though my worst nightmare had clawed its way into reality. They stood together, each an abomination that had finally found its twisted match."Leah, you conniving wench! At last!" Her lips curled into a cold, vindictive smirk as she slammed the door shut. "We're going to have such a delightful time.""Get out of my room!" I shouted, desperation hitching my voice. My legs were numb, unwilling to obey, while I knew exactly what this deranged pair had in mind."You look like one of the Swanson boys." Clara purred, flicking her gaze to Darren. "The Swansons have always been so... delectable. Care to join us?"D
Leah's POVI reached for the phone on my nightstand and dialed Darren's number. It rang for a while before going to voicemail. I paused, formulating my thoughts, then said, "Darren, it's me..."Suddenly, the phone was answered. "Leah?" Darren's voice sounded shaky."Yes, Darren. It's me."He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness. Where have you been? I was so worried...""What's going
Leah's POVWhen I woke up, I was enveloped in warmth. Blinking against the light, I realized Lucas was holding me from behind. I cherished moments like this, moments that never happened when we were married. My head still felt foggy, and the tubes in my arms itched, making me impulsively pull them out. The machine beside me erupted in beeps, and a flustered nurse rushed in, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. Lucas sprang off the bed."I'm sorry, Sir. You can't be in here," she insisted, staring at him."I just want to be with my wife," Lucas shrugged,
Leah's POVI lowered my head and saw black blood trickling down my face, dripping onto the floor. I tried to stand, but my limbs felt leaden, and my head was growing heavy."What... what have you done?!" I screamed, struggling to rise, only to collapse back onto the cold ground."It's wolfsbane, Leah..." the old king hacked, black blood spewing from his mouth as he smirked wickedly. "I hid it in my nails...""Father!" Lucian shifted rapidly into his human form, rushing forwa
Leah's POVI didn't answer his question."What have I done to make you hate me so much, Leah?" he murmured. "All I've ever done is follow the Moon Goddess's will and protect you.""You learned from the Moon Goddess that I was the chosen one, destined to bring an end to your reign. But the only person you care about in this world is your son, Lucian! So you encouraged me to marry Lucas to send me away. Every misfortune in my life was orchestrated by you. You sacrificed my Batair for your sick enhancement project. You want to sacrifice me, just like you sacr
Leah's POVMy father’s bedroom was located on the top floor of the castle, offering a commanding view of the entire Court. I had never been summoned to his bedroom before, but I once sneaked in when I was little. To my astonishment, it was relatively small. Mr. Carson found me there. He scooped me up in his arms and gently admonished me for wandering into such a restricted area."Why is Father’s bedroom so small?" I asked curiously.Mr. Carson replied, "A Lycan King never sleeps well in giant rooms."At the time, I didn't understand what he meant, but now, I began to grasp his meaning.My father sat upright in his bed, supported by a pile of pillows. The air in the room was thick with the grim scent of decay, a telltale sign of the cancer that had relentlessly gnawed away at his once-powerful body. It pained me deeply to see my father, a man who had once exuded immense strength and unshakable will, now lying frail against the pillows. His hair had turned a ghostly grey, with thin, wis