Esma’s pov
Darkness engulfed me. It was the same kind of darkness one would have witnessed during a long slumber, or death. Death? Am I dead? I don’t know. This is oblivion. At least it felt good.
It’s peace, in oblivion, in emptiness, without any worry, without any fear. It was just me now. no one to bother me, no one to hurt anyone. I could float in this abyss of nothingness forever.
“And what about me? about us?” my breath hitched hearing that familiar voice of a man. I hear it so many times, calling me, pulling me towards it. I can’t put my finger where I heard it. deep down, my heart was earning to hear it again and again.
“Kitten.” It calls to my deepest depths of my heart again and this time I tried to move. Who is it? who’s calling me?
“It’s time to wake up Esma.” this time he called me by my name and my heart thundered.
“REED?” the name automatically left my lips and all the memories gushed back like the thund
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Esma’s pov“Now.” she reverted her gaze to the window, i peeked through my lashes to see it was now evening. “I suppose we should talk. I am very curious from the first time I had laid my eyes on you.”Long hair, strong smell of old shampoo, a lame beige cardiogram across her neck, natural style and almost impossible to notice makeup. She truly is beautiful, almost perfect and perfectly evil.I am not getting a good feeling about this. She reverted her gaze to my hands as I placed them on my lap cautiously. They were finally free but my legs were still tied. I can tell a lot is going in her mind at the same time too. Just like me.I have hundreds, no at least thousand questions for her to answer and by the look in her eyes I can tell she feels the same. but why? What does she want? I heard the footsteps chafing on the ground and my ears peeked up, is this her next move or something? She bough
Reed’s pov “Again.” I growled. Asher looked light of breath but still managed to stood on his feet. Asher was somehow saved from the accident as the truck directly hit my side, I took all the damage. The impact was so brutal, he ended up falling out from the window, I am glad he was alive, he was out for a day before his injuries started to get heal. I was out for a week. What Diana told me, it was a human who hit us. And he didn’t know at the first place why or what he was doing there at the first place. I snapped back from my senses as I got punched square on my face. dammit I was careless again to let my guard down. Asher go for another punch and I dodged it this time by an inch. I backed down a little to catch him off guard and before he could emphasise my next move I pulled his arm and rotates it in a lock. “Again.” I growled again as I pushed him on the ground. me and him are practice non stop from 4 in
Esma’s pov My mother taught me long ago how to interact with others as an alpha, how to read the room in worse case scenarios and hopefully coming with a good strategy to turn back the odds in our favour. It is not some complex trial and error method, just a trick. One simple trick to know about someone. Simply, if you want to know about someone just piss them off. “Emmy the best way to know about someone is what get them angry on the first place.” My mother’s words resonate in my numb ears. I guess her words of wisdom have done the trick here as well. I have to thank her for sure later, If I made it alive from here. I hit the nail right on the spot. I can tell Ravenna is pissed when I mentioned Reed but she tried her best to conceal the truth that she is trying her best not to snap my neck. The single thought is terrifying yet exciting. I am all in to push my luck. “Tiring, isn’t it? After all of your hard work and still someone bossed you around?” she cracked her neck tiredly
Esma's povWhat the hell is this place? This is beyond creepy. My heart was one minute away from busting through my rib cage. This place is scary as it gets. And darker. I looked up to see the moon but it was nowhere to be found. Strange. I remember seeing the moon light falling through the window back in dungeon where I was kept hostage. Hostage? I wonder what am I in this situation? I found myself out of breath as my mind starts thinking of the worst scenarios. Here, standing in this place, breathing with my nose was getting difficult with every breath. My throat was burning from the intense awful smell of dead and it was only getting stronger. It was suffocating me.We both walked through the alley and soon find ourselves in front of a big rusty gate of the graveyard. Wait was she really serious about the witch's graveyard? I gulped loudly readying myself for whatever the fate throws in my way. This is not a place I would ever like to visit alone, not particularly in night hour
“Mate?” I groaned as I heard the familiar voice whispering in my ear. “Mate!” I tried to move my eyelids to see, tried to move myself to the owner of the voice. it was like my hands were tied to something. Despite how much I tried to unbind myself I can’t move.“You have to open your eyes or you’ll fell to this darkness.” I heard another voice. this time it was of a woman. Again, the familiar one. It was not soothing and calming like the one before but stern and cold.“Here.” I feel my hands free fr4om the binding and th3e warmth engulfing me, embracing me. my skin feel warm. I feel the light and opened my eyes finally. As I thought, the light cleared my thoughts. I recognized the voices. First one belonged to the only person I love. Reed. Second belongs to the one who’s responsible for sending me to this hell I don’t know where I am the first place.Just where the hell I am? I asked aloud. No response. I tried to take in my surrounding, but it was no use. It was like a thick fog was
Esma’s pov I opened my eyes partially blinded by the light of the candle burning in front of me on the table. I blinked several times before registering the place. I was back in the dungeon. As soon as the thought hits my head I turned my head to my right side, where I last saw Ravenna in this dingy room. Was all of that was just a dream? all of it? I remember we were standing in the middle of the graveyard. She was angry for some reason. Angry? She was furious. She was walking towards me. And then. And then… “Ughhh.” I groaned as my head hurts like hell. What the hell? For how long I was passed out. My hands were tied again and so does my legs, just like before. dream huh? My hands were starting to feel numb as the ropes were slowly cutting my blood supply. There was a sudden urge to itch my hands. but I couldn’t as they were tied on the first place. Everything was dream? I remembered it in bits and pieces. sister, kid Ravenna. devil’s child. Villagers slaughtering them. The mor
(One day before) Reed’s pov “You find her location, didn’t you?” I asked walking straight in her direction. Diana looked lost in her thoughts. She knows that I know she can’t lie to me. it is easy to just speak the truth and come honest. “I did.” She finally sighed knowing I am not in any mood to drop the topic. It had already been two days since that fucking cunt took my mate. She had a nerve to kidnap her and that to in front of all the other alphas. I mean how much pathetic they could be. If only I was there with her. she made the mockery out of me. lured me to the other side before kidnapping my mate. “It was not easy to find her. Ravenna was too good to hide her presence. If it was not for the bond you shared with her, it would be impossible for me.” she said and looked past me. Maybe this was the reason she tried to kill me with the truck. But then she also visited me. I am almost certain about it she did. She did not kill me back then. She had the blade then what she was wa
Reed’s pov “Now, one of you must be thinking why let the snake live when you know he will bite you no matter what.” I said looking at each face of my guests and finally rest on the August. I have already called in Asher and some of my trusted men. August already called his beta I do not remember his name but I saw him earlier back when we were in Esma’s pack. He is much straighter and more professional and I like that about him. I guess his name was john or Jonny something. His personality didn’t match with his look though. He also brings along his son along with him and I can tell he is still a newcomer but catching up fast. He will be great for August. He is sharp I must give him that. August also called his father and he was sitting exactly in front of me, he didn’t put his eyes away from me, threatening me openly. If looks could kill, I was six feet under the ground by now. “Why not call the other alphas? I mean it is not like we are the only one who suffered. All our communi
Esma’s pov“You are certain they will be there.” I nodded and look him into the eyes.“Then, let’s get those bastards for what they have to done to us.” Dumeny growled.I clutched August’s hand in mine as I said yes too.“I have a plan.” Dumeny said in the end.“What kind of plan?” I asked looking at his face. now that I notice him, he have grown a quite in the few days since I saw him. his eyes, they were no longer belong to a carefree man whom I once used to know.They have a serious sense of duty and responsibility. Plus, I don’t know I have a ere feeling coming from his side, I don’t know how to put it in words, but he has changed a lot.In terms of power, he was already in par with an alpha. He might be powerful than his father.I rarely find myself getting out unscathed if fought against him. he has grown rapidly since last time I saw him.“We have to attack them simultaneously. Just like they did. We have to make them think and divert their attention on someone or something and
Esma’s pov“Hey Dumeny. Long time no see.” I said as I saw him standing in the middle of the hall in my house.Last time I saw him, it was the alpha’s meeting and after that I was kidnapped by Ravenna and the witches.I never heard from him after that. Hell, I didn’t saw him after that.“Same for me.” he said and out of sudden he rushed towards me and pulled me in his arms.“I am sorry you have to go through this all by your own.” he said and hugged me tightly. I can tell he was genuinely concerned for me and I hugged him back. I really missed a friend.We ended the hug and he sit in the other side of the table.August soon returns with the beer cans and I rolled my eyes.My brother knows me best. He reads my mind. He passed me the can which I took happily. He sat beside me and we just enjoyed our beers for a while.“Look Emmy. I know this is not the right time for me to ask, but you can please tell me about the day you were kidnapped?” Dumeny breaks the silence and I looked at August
Reed’s povI just stand there as Andrew was in hurry to look after Ravenna. I have never seen this man caring about anyone except for his mate and of course his children. But I was also his son. the son whom he sent assassins to take care of.The son who lost his mother, and for what reason? Because his mate come to know about the existence of his affair?“Call the doctor, will you?” he shouted at me and I sighed.“We are in the abandoned land of mine, in the middle of nowhere, the city is three hours from here and I have already called for the doctor. But he won’t be here before the morning.” I said and he just look disdain.The weather is fucked up and all the roads are closed. How much one could try, the doctor would only come by morning.“That fucking bastard. I swear I will kill him with my own hands.” he cursed out aloud and suddenly my chest hurts.This man right here, was concern for someone totally stranger to him, he was concerned for the witch and was cursing out a god? Th
Reed’s povI stared at the moon. I was the wolf who was chasing the moon. I was nothing but a shadow casted by the moon. A shadow only able to come in presence of the source of light.To me the moon has always been the light I was chasing.“Lost in thoughts?” I didn’t want to look back to know whose voice it was. I clenched my jaw tightly as I keep on staring in front of me.Andrew walked inside the room and I heard his footsteps coming closer to me. my whole body tensed up. My heart started to beat faster. Out of fear? Out of surprise? Out of idea of fighting?I don’t know the reason. Maybe all three of them. Never in my life I have ever been able to win against Andrew, my father. Yes, I killed him. I killed him with my own hands and if granted the same opportunity twice, I will not waste a single breath before killing him again.I know he hates me. I hate him too.Suddenly, the sound of the chafing of his shoes stopped and I sighed and finally turned back to look at him.The face of
Esma’s povRavenna’s words kept ringing in my head like an old stuck cassette.“Because you still have some unfinished business.”I didn’t believe what I just saw. I mean I know Ravenna was up to something. I know she was powerful. She was crazy enough to fight us but I never thought for a second, she could bring someone dead back alive and that to Reed’s father. Seriously? Reed’s father for suck’s sake? He was the royalty.He was the direct descendant of the king Lycan. He was supposed to be dead. he was killed by Reed. And the witches. He was known as the most powerful alpha of his pack around the world. he was the epitome of power and royalty. And he was bought back to life by sacrificing witch’s bodies.No wonder we didn’t find a trace of them. they were killed by our Pack but to offer their bodies as a sacrifice in order to bring back Andrew? What Ravenna was thinking?And where is Reed fits into all that. why kidnapped him? I finally looked in front of me and found Damien sitting
Esma’s pov“Child of the moon. You have faced countless hurdles across your way but you didn’t waver.” “You have a soul of a warrior and an unwavering spirit. You will the key to open his heart, his darkness.”“I surely Hope, because hope is what makes us more human. You have my blessing Esma Rockwood.” I gasped and opened my eyes.“What was that?” I was sure it was the voice of Amara. I could still hear her voice in the back of my head. or was I just hallucinating. It was a dream.I was in the complete darkness, there was nothing but dark and then there was that voice peering through the darkness. making its way.Hope. Isn’t it a strange word.The dawn breaks out as I yawned and looked out the window in front of my room. Asher was still fast asleep; I could hear his heartbeat across the door. Asher was given the next room beside me.He must be tired as hell. I was tired too but whenever I closed my eyes, the silver-grey eyes of Amara popped up in front of me. Her eyes drawing me, pe
Esma’s povMy mouth fell open as I laid my eyes on yet another beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. It all started with Diana, the witch. She was the perfect epitome of true beauty. Perfect black hair, purple blue eyes and the fair skin, people could die for.Or that I used to think until I saw Ravenna. And then I met Hecate and boom, I was smitten by her beauty. I was awe-struck. Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien.Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant.Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute.It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.“Where are we?” she asked.Damien looked flustered for t
He started walking towards the other door, opposite from the one we came from.“Follow me.” he ordered and we didn’t even want to ask where he was taking us.We followed him silently into the darkness.He walked in front of us. Damien. The god of chaos. All the good things and worse, all die with him whenever he put his eyes on them. For some reason I don’t know, although his back was huge and straight, I don’t know but he looked like he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.There was an immerse sadness in his eyes and anger. Anger which could consume everything within.I want to ask him. I want to know. Why does the man who is one of the great gods of this world. Who defeated the unrivalled within the blink of an eye look so small and pitiful?The smell of a beast exudes from his soul, the smell of blood, oil and steel as well as violence and pent-up anger. The colour of hatred. In deep whirlpool of numerous emotions. Within that lies immense sadness…He finally stopped in fro
Esma’s pov“Here I go.” I said to myself as Lilith opened the door for us. I have been face to face with two primordial gods in last twenty four hours and Make it alive own my own.The door make a loud unpleasant noise as it makes the way for us. The room was same, dark and cold.Me and Asher, we walked inside, I could feel mine and Asher’s heartbeat quickened as we entered the room. We have been asked to bought the necklace from the place we never thought we could enter yet survive.The odds were not in our favour. The stakes were high. We were dealing with something we didn’t have any clue about. I turned my face to look at Asher. He smiled assuringly saying he is there for me. Just like he has always been.The inside of the room was completely different from the other rooms and the hallway in architecture. It was old, huge and gives off different vibe, just like Alfred Hitchcock movies.The torches that hung on the wall suddenly start to light up one by one. I watch in surprise as t