Asher Crunch. Crunch.One foot after the other. I wandered the area I called my pack without direction.The sky's orange hues were slowly turning a night blue hue. It might have been a blessing that nobody was in sight as I walked. I couldn't bear seeing another person within my turmoil.Every memory of Ariezel's words replayed in my mind. What Serena had made her do, the injuries she suffered, the suffering I had ignored.The moment I remembered that day, self loathing filled me to the brim. How could I not have seen her suffering? Why had I not helped her then?She had faced humiliation, faced Serena's sadistic act in the forest to protect her friends. How could I have ever believed that she would ever be involved in my parents murder. How was I foolish enough to ever think of her as capable of any wicked act?But I was foolish wasn't I? I had let Serena back into my life despite knowing of her own actions. She was capable of such cruelty, and still I let her into my life. She had
AriezelI woke up to the sound of birds chirping and an exhaustion that hadn't fully gone away.My first few moments of waking up was bliss, stretching without a care in the world, oblivious to the reasons for the strange feeling in my belly.It wasn't meant to last however, as in no time the memories came rushing in. The sunlight I woke up to dulled into its morning glow, and I stared listlessly at my room wall that faced me.It was a light green, like an apple. I had chosen it due to its color I loved. When my friends had asked me back then I had told them that it was my favorite color- something I never had the freedom of having before I came to this pack. The green reminded me of the forest I had crossed in my escape. It reminded me of life, of hope. I told them all of that sincerely.A part of me wasn't fully honest then, because as I looked at the wall now, all I saw were the broken glistening eyes of my mate.‘No. Not my mate.’ I inwardly shook my head to reject. There was far
AriezelAfter that day, Alys became even more withdrawn. Despite her claims to not accept him and to be unaffected by meeting Ambrose, she completely looked even more miserable as time went on.Harriet and I eyed her as she came in, looking worn. Her eyes bore dark shadows that weren't there before from lack of sleep. Most times, Harriet and I constantly made brews for her to take to ensure her a night's rest, and too often tried to convince her to rest. It was only a few times that she accepted either.Now, she looked so worn out. Her brunette hair that was normally packed in a bun was let down revealing the length. And was now also haggard with tiny hairs sticking out.“Food is ready.” Harriet said tentatively. Only the day before she had dyed her hair again a more natural raven black that framed her face perfectly. Yet now, the color seemed to further accentuate the anxiousness in her expression as she looked at Alys.Passing my glance back out to the brunette, I felt nothing but sy
NOTE: CHAPTER 71 was revised and lengthened. Please go back to read it to understand the next chapter. I'm sorry for the mistake. Thanks for reading. Ariezel“Hello Ambrose.” I breathed outHis gaze remained dumbstruck as he looked at me. He looked up and down, scrutinizing my frame continuously. It wasn't in an insulting or disgusted manner however. He just looked bewildered, as though he still couldn't believe my presence in this office.Or like he was seeing some ghost.I accepted it dutifully for a few seconds before letting out a sigh, moving towards him.“Look, i appreciate the surprise and awe on your face,” i said, in a way reminiscent of the Alys snark that had inevitably rubbed off on me “But this is not exactly the t-”He was a blur, before I felt his arms wrapped around me. I received whiplash as I was separated instantly, looking up at him. Now the tables had turned and I was the one who was shocked“It's so good to see you.” he said, looking at me in wonder.At his wor
AriezelI stood stiffly, shut my eyes as though it would make me disappear. But it didn't. I still remained there, in the garden and Asher was still behind me.Oh moon Goddess, Asher was behind me.I didn't want to confront him, and had hoped that I wouldn't ever need to until…‘Until our mate's bond was broken.’The thought alone was akin to a pinprick to my heart, despite all I had done to freeze whatever was left of it towards Asher.There was no way I could dispute my presence. He would already know and feel it, the same way I knew it was him even if I never heard his voice.All I had to do now was ignore it. Pretend as though he was a ghost. Harriet was waiting for me.I took a step to leave, but like most things in my life it didn't go according to plan.“Arixcel, wait. Please.”I could continue moving forward, but my traitorous body stopped in response to his call. I cursed at myself inwardly that despite everything, I could still act like this for him.Why? Why couldn't he set
AsherSeveral days ago.I groaned as I woke up, the pounding in my head too hard to ignore.It took me time to recall how I had ended up here, but once I did, my entire body was tense.The documents, her father, Ambrose,Ariezel.“Would you be willing to let her go?”I sucked in a breath at the thought, the ache that reverberated through my skull getting worse from all the thinking I was doing. Shutting my eyes, I held in my breath, hoping that the pain would subside.Reaching out, I touched something strange, bringing me to pry my eyes open solely to see what it was.A glass bottle, illuminated in bright purple and almost glowing was what I held.It was strange, even stranger that it was in my room, but it didn't seem threatening at all. Wincing slightly I noticed the card that was attached to the stopper, squinting slightly to struggle reading it.‘Alpha Blackwell, by the time you get this you will likely have had a restful sleep. I had casted a spell on you for a dreamless rejuvena
AriezelPresent dayI stood, stuned at Asher's words. Goddess. What was I supposed to say to this?It was already a shock, learning that somehow, I was the one who had the power to sever our bond.To take him back again? To give him another chance? It should hae all been ludicrous. I didn’t have to do so after everything he had done, and I had already told him that we couldn’t go back. Yet why did my heart still ache at his words?I looked down to the ground of the garden. A place that once filled me with joy was now a maze, filled with a myriad of sorrows, joys and confusion. I almost had the urge to bring my hands up to my sight, if not for the will to keep utterly still under Asher’s gaze. I was now the one in control. No longer a bystander nor a victim waiting for the pain to happen. This time, I was the one who held the choice to go through with it.In my hands. I was the one who could end all of this. If I went to the pack priestess right now and told her to sever Asher and
AriezelIt took a few days with some secret informal communication with Ambrose, but in a few days time, we were ready.Hariet and I made eye contact with each other before quickly looking away.At this moment, we were in our living room which also served as a dining area. I was sitting on one of the couches, stitching one of my worn clothes- a skill I had to learn in the former pack. Harriet was in the open kitchen, cleaning the freshly washed plates, and the main focus of both of us, Alys, sat on one of the couches reading a book.Even though she was evidently content at this moment, there was no doubt that her eyes were no less hollow as they had before. She was still the same way, even if she used a temporary reprieve. It was enough encouragement for me to push this forward.Halting my stitching, I turned towards Alys, who hadn't taken notice of me yet.“Alys, why don’t you go to the market today?” I asked as planned. That was only the first step, getting her to leave the house.