And there you have… Cayden stabbed behind his back his lover, the one who his rejected his mate for… Call me evil, but this is just the beginning of Cayden’s distress… {Evil laughhhhh}
{Cayden’s POV} It’s been five days now but time seems to have no effect on me. I still feel very muddled and uneasy as I had felt days ago. Rachael, the wretched maid in disguise, was locked up once again in the Palace dungeons and this time, her escape wasn’t a possibility. I’ve not had the time to deal with the louse yet. Recently, my anger surges have been down and I’m not sure why. But turns out her improbable narrative was true. My clod of a wife has been stealing from me and was actually planning an attack on GreyStone to conclude her mission of overpowering me. A rotten Turncoat she is! Thankfully, I had gotten my mum to convince the Lord Luna to send some troops over to GreyStone to aid their reformation and scare off Ivanka’s forces, and so far, no ill news has been reported. The Palace has also been restored to its former glory, as buildings have been erected and warriors are back to their glorious numbers. It’s safe to say that we’re stronger than we ever were and
{Cayden’s POV} The tiny-looking maid shot to her feet in her fear while my gaze stretched at the sight. “How did you get in here?!” I asked the Straw-skinned woman but realized that her presence wasn’t as disturbing as her words. “And what do you mean by Isla is an Omega?” I added with a frown. I had seen the Old woman during one of Isla’s outbursts and she had looked really creepy and mysterious so there was no reason to be frightened by her sudden appearance… even though it was really frightful. The Old lady strolled towards me and I stiffened up my pose. She had a really weird-looking staff and a freakish smile on her face and it made me alert. If she did any weird shit, I wouldn’t hesitate to maim her. “You’re always maiming people around you. Both the ones you know and the ones you’re just meeting.” She said as she took a seat not too far away from me. She turned to look at Isla while I grew confused. Is it me or she just peeked into my head? That's creepy. I don’t like
{Cayden’s POV} So Isla’s painful and chaotic outburst is the result of my rejection? She had sacrificed her Wolf’s voice and taken an Omega form because she wanted to be with me? She had abandoned her role as Princess and future queen and had gone against her entire family because of me? And now, she’s in a Coma because of me… I slowly drove my gaze to rest on Isla while the Old lady and Andrea just remained mute and stared. Her body looked very pale and seemed almost-lifeless and the sight immediately filled me with misery. All these years, I had scorned, neglected, and ignored her but she had stayed and tolerated my insults. She had waited for me to love her but it never happened. It never happened because I didn’t want it to happen. To me, she hadn’t been the ideal mate I wanted so I settled to give my love to someone better, Ivanka. The irony in that sentence has me boiling with anger. I remember the night when I had returned from my outing after having sex with Isla for
{Cayden’s POV} “You love her?” I asked the angry bird of a General. “Yes, I do! And I want you to stay very far away from her. You belong to her past. I’m in her future.” He bawled. “Look. We’ve had this discussion before and I’ve told you she’s yours. I’m not trying to get back with her.” “Really?” “Yes.” I said firmly. The General grew a scowl. “Then why have you been visiting her even more than her own mother does?! I asked Andrea yesterday and she informed me that you visit Isla’s chamber every damn day and not less than two times.” He explained and I just stared. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t realized my frequency of visit was that…frequent. Since I realized that my mother was telling the truth about Isla saving her, I decided to begin visiting Isla but didn’t realize I was becoming this persistent. What’s happening to me? The raging General gripped me tighter, bringing me back to concentration. “You’re quiet! Can’t say anything in your defense, huh?” “You don’t n
{Cayden’s POV} I paced towards my mother. My ears couldn’t have heard right. Isla might never wake up again? “What did you say, mum?” I gripped her shoulders tightly. “Mum! What did you say?!” “Isla is dying!” She cried. She had tears in her eyes. I wasn’t mishearing. She just said it. Isla is dying. I turned to the Lord Luna and her tears looked more like blood in her eyes. She was sad and at the same time, she seemed furious. At me. “You!” She suddenly roared and every guard around her axis shifted away and bowed their heads, especially Carlot. He was already near the wall. The Lord Luna was mad. She had been tolerant towards me because she owes my mother her life but now, that devotion didn’t seem to matter. I loosened my grip on my mother and paced backward simultaneously bowing my head in surrender to her. I hated myself so it was understandable if she hated me more. She started walking towards me now, sharp long claws and threatening fangs inviting chilling terror. “
{Cayden’s POV} The battle has been going on for minutes now if not hours, and honestly, It wasn’t going like I expected it to be. The Rogues were brutally attacking and for the ones that were weak, their climbing numbers made up for it. I had also underestimated these Praised brothers. I have only succeeded in killing seven so far and I have to wonder. What’s making them so strong? Lacerations and rough bruises decorated my skin now and it was courtesy of the ruthlessness of these fuckers. These Rogues had to be fighting for a cause and not just rebelling. Something or someone must be behind this whole sudden uproar and distaste. I was very sure of this. The Rogues had countered our ambush move and stopped us here at the East gates. Someone must have tipped us off. Someone must have betrayed our plan and warned them. So It’s wise to suspect that there's a traitor amongst us, but that’s an issue for another time. For now, we needed to stay alive. We were fighting our way towa
{Cayden’s POV} I watched a circle of guards carry Lord Luna away to safety. She was still groaning in pain but her eyes were shining brightly as she gazed at me. They had a glint in them. A glint that translated to hope. She was hoping for me to protect Isla, hoping for me to do everything in my power to prevent harm from coming to her daughter. I heard a growl behind me and I swiveled around to see claws flying towards my face. I dodged it but I didn’t notice another heavier blow was directed to my sides. The impact sent me crashing roughly to the ground— again. I pushed myself up but the raging Rogue took me by my hair and flung me away. Literally, away. I groaned as I slammed into some rocks. Again, how are these guys this strong? My sides burned like a thousand stings and I staggered as I tried to get up, but then another bash sent me digging further into the ground. I held onto my face and my blood splayed over my fingers. I was bleeding and this Rogue wasn’t relenting.
{Cayden’s POV} Dread pumped through me in waves and for once in my life, the pressure staggered my person. I was scared. Three Lycans were in the hallway, bending chaos, and were about to march towards Isla’s room. Not one. Not two. But three. Judging from the mutilation, killing the other Lycan caused me, I knew this wasn’t going to be an ordinary fight. And it’s worse this time around. Because Isla’s life was in my hands. The Lord Luna, wherever she was, had left Isla in my care and was hoping that I would protect her daughters. So as much as this moment was dreadful and muddling, it wasn’t a time to whine. I needed to make it up to Isla… and one very good way is to make sure she lives. She can’t face all these tortures because of me just to be skinned to death by a Lycan— who, by the way, shouldn’t even be here! The question crept up. What did the Lycans want? Why were they here? Everyone has been so busy fighting that nobody has had the chance to wonder what these