Aurora’s POV;“Does your wound still hurt? “He questioned and I swallowed hard as I looked into his beautiful Silver eyes. They were enchanting. The way the lights reflected in them, the way his pupils stared unshaken, screaming authority a poise. His beard was black, full, healthy, and neat. His full hair had streaks of white. He was tall, built, smelled amazing, and was just… Perfect. He slowly raised a brow and just then, I realized that I hadn't answered his question.“It… hurts just a little. “I replied and he just stared at me before nodding. He looked over at Eliza and she looked away. He stretched his hand to me and I hesitated before taking it. As our hands touched Alma leapt in my head and I struggled to keep her down. At the same time, I heard the Alpha draw a deep breath. But when I turned to look at him, he had a straight face and it made me wonder if I was just overthinking.“It’s a pleasure to have you here with us, Aurora. “He said and I drew a deep breath as his heav
Aurora’s POV:The tension in the room was so thick, it felt like a knife could cut through it. As I stared across the dining table at Alpha Dante's father. I could feel the weight of his irritated gaze, sharp and heavy, like a lazerbeam piercing through me. My heart raced, thudding against my ribcage, as I wrestled with the crushing memories of how I had let my emotions blind me, leading me to this moment of stark vulnerability and loneliness. Leading me to this pitiful present. How would I explain to everyone how stupid I have been and how I lost everything because of love.I opened my mouth to speak. To say something. Anything to at least explain to them that I’m no spy or enemy. But what would I say? What could I say? The words were trapped, tangled up in a web of shame and regret. I couldn’t find the words to defend myself or shield myself from their suspicions, but I had to say something. Just as I opened my mouth to manage a sound, Dante's deep voice cut through the silence."Yo
Aurora’s POV;The door to my room clicked shut behind me, and the first thing I did was spin around in delight, letting out a tiny squeal. I was alone, finally. The evening had been magical, like something from a dream. As much as I hated to admit it, Dante had captivated me completely with his striking features and effortless grace. My heart still fluttered at the memory of him, and a grin spread across my face, an evidence of the excitement I couldn't hide. He had this way of making the world seem more vibrant, more alive… He had away of making himself take the center stage of my mind. Every other thing faded into oblivion when he was there. I flopped onto the edge of the bed, staring at the shimmering fabric of my gown, which seemed to still carry the whispers of the night. Dante’s presence was like a spell. A mad, enchanting spell. When we danced, our steps intertwined like a perfect duet, and then he led me outside, where the moonlight blessed the garden with silvery hues. It
Aurora’s POV;The palace was dipped in a peaceful silence. The kind that only the very early morning hours could bring. I was lying peacefully in my bed and wrapped in the warmth and comfort of sleep when a series of loud, insistent knocks shattered my tranquility. Thud, thud, thud. The noise was relentless, and I could feel it vibrating through my bones. I buried my head deeper into my pillow, hoping that the disturbance would stop. But it didn’t. It just kept getting worse. Irritated, I sit up and find Eliza staring at the door too. Before I can speak, a voice calls from the other side of the door. Low but loud enough for me to hear and even somewhat authoritative.“Ma’am Aurora! Ma’am Aurora, are you awake? Lady Catarina has sent me to get you. She said it’s time to begin your duties as a palace maid. ”As I hear those words, I freeze. My mind is struggling to clear the fog of sleep, and nothing makes sense.Lady Catarina? Duties as a palace maid? I turned my gaze to Eliza, who
Aurora’s POV;As I stared at the massive hall in front of me, the heavy oak doors groaned open behind me, and Catarina cat walked in with a maid trailing behind her. Catarina’s crimson-colored eyes held the same sharp intensity as always and it sent shivers down my spine. What type of eyes are those? The maid who trailed behind Catarina had an expression that mirrored the disdain of her mistress. The maid’s eyes flickered over me with unspoken judgment before she dropped the bucket and rag in her hands, in front of me with a thud that resonated through the empty space.“Two hours, ”Catarina suddenly declared, with her tone devoid of warmth as always. “The entire hall must be cleaned. In two hours. No shortcuts. And don’t test my patience because you would be forced to meet a side of me you should be thanking the Goddess you haven’t met. ”She added, and I gulped.With a dismissive scowl, she turned on her heels and left. Her footsteps echo and highlight my new reality. The grand hall
Aurora’s Point Of View:As I entered my dimly lit room, the oppressive weight of the day seemed to lift slightly, replaced warm relief.. Eliza, who was seated at a small table near the window, with her dark hair pulled back into a tight braid, stood up on seeing me. “My princess. You’re back! I’m so sorry. I wanted to help you. But Lady Catarina set up guards to keep an eye on me. ”She began to ramble, but I just crumbled on my bed. “Let me see your hands. “She spoke as she rushed to kneel in front of me. Her face fell when she took my hands and tears filled her eyes.“My precious lady. I’ll run you a bath now. “She said as she sprung up but before she could take a step towards the bathroom, I took hold of her wrist.“ I need to talk to you. ”I said softly with my voice carrying the weight of exhaustion.Eliza looked at me, her expression shifting from worry to fear. She gently sat back on the floor and looked up at me. “What’s wrong? ”She asked, and I gulped.I hesitated for a mo
Aurora’s Point Of View:The afternoon sun cast gentle dapples over the clear lake as Eliza and I sat on the bench under a beautiful oak tree. The cool shade was a shelter from the oppressive heat. The lake shimmered with a tranquil beauty that made the world and my mind feel at ease. Eliza and I were silent, but that silence was comfortable, and I appreciated it. We didn’t need to talk. I just needed her to be here, and so she stayed. Like she always does. I tossed bits of bread into the lake, watching with a quiet pleasure as the fish darted forward, their scales dazzling in the sunlight as they competed for the crumbs. There was something soothing about this simple act. A connection with nature that eased the constant turmoil felt in my soul.I was lost in the slowly fading ripples of the water when a voice suddenly shattered the silence I was enjoying.“Sult! ” The voice was sharp, like a blade cutting through the silence and immediately, I knew its owner. Who wouldn’t? I turned
Aurora’s POV;The words hit me like a thunderclap in the middle of a peaceful day. I turned to look at Catarina and she scoffed.“Don’t give me that look. This is my home, and nothing stays hidden from me. “She spoke again, and I gulped.“I heard Dante and his Beta talking about it. And you should know, my brother said he doesn’t want anything to do with you, because he’s already engaged. ”She said, and I just stared at her. Frozen like the statues around us. “So, if you’re planning to get in between him and Laura, you should just forget it. If not, the same way I found this out, I will find out every other stinking secret you’re hiding from us and use it to throw you out! ”She added and I felt as if the ground had been yanked out from under me. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, with my voice as sharp as a blade. I could feel my face growing hot with a mix of horror and something deeper… Embarrassment, perhaps? Anger? “Stop looking at me like that,” Catrina said, her tone l