unknown povsThe dimly lit room hummed with anticipation. and the clashing of the auras from different powerful figures seated together can make a strong minded man wet himself. Hooded figures sat in a perfect circle, their faces obscured by the thick shadows cast by a single flickering lantern that hung from the ceiling. This was the kind of meeting that no one was supposed to know about, held in a location known to only a few.At the head of the table, an imposing figure with sharp, cold eyes leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together. His lips curled into a smirk as he surveyed the group before him. The tension in the room was palpable, but it was mixed with something else, confidence.“We’ve already won,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with arrogance, breaking the silence. "The Rogue King, Brian, is as good as dead, and the girl will be in our hands soon. The traps have been laid. His forces are dwindling, and soon he’ll be nothing more than a ghost story told to sca
Caras povs As I drifted in and out of consciousness, fragments of strange dreams filled my mind. They weren’t like the usual nightmares. These were different, vivid, and almost too real, as if I was being pulled into in-between reality and imagination.I found myself standing in the middle of an endless void, surrounded by whispers, each one calling my name, urging me to listen. The air shimmered with a soft golden light, and in the distance, I could make out the silhouette of a figure approaching. As it came closer, I realised it was a woman, tall, regal, and cloaked in a gown that seemed to be woven from the night sky itself. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her eyes were fierce yet kind, glowing with an ethereal light.“Who... who are you?” I managed to ask, my voice barely more than a whisper.The woman smiled, but it wasn’t a smile of warmth. It was the kind of smile that held secrets, buried deep within. “You already know who I am,” she said softly, her voice e
Cara The cabin felt suffocating, its walls closing in on me. Brian's Alpha presence was a force that dominated the room, as though he could crush the very air with his silence. He stepped in, his eyes locking onto mine before they flicked down to the iron chains binding my wrists to the bed. His gaze lingered there, and for a brief moment, something flickered in his expression. Regret? Or was it just a cold calculation?"Brian," I whispered, my voice trembling, a lump forming in my throat. "Why are you doing this to me? Why am I chained like this? I thought you were protecting me from the kidnappers. "He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he moved slowly toward the bed, his fingers brushing against the bruises left by the chains. His face was hard, unreadable, but I didn’t miss the way his hand trembled, just for a moment, before he looked away."This is for your own good, Cara, and the good of everyone," he finally said, his voice low, almost... tired."For my own good?" My voice
Cara's povThe sound of the door slamming shut echoed throughout the cabin, replaying in my mind like a haunting reminder. That was the day I officially became a prisoner and a slave, separated from my semblance of life I was starting to have.It’s been three days since then, and i have not seen Debby since that day. I’ve been left alone with only silence for company, except for the occasional servant bringing just enough food to keep me alive. Brian’s words, my mate’s words, kept echoing in my head. His cold tone, laced with malice and unforgiving distance, haunted my nightmares. His accusations hung in the air like smoke from a wildfire that had burned everything in its path.‘Dangerous.’The word felt foreign, as if it didn’t belong to me. How could ‘I’ be dangerous? I was nothing more than a weak, discarded Omega, treated like a slave, chained like an animal. A prisoner of his cold judgement.My eyes drifted to the bruises on my wrists, the heavy iron chains biting into my skin. A
Cara’s povs My heart skipped a beat as Debby’s words sank in. ‘Cupbearer.’ The same word the woman in my dreams had whispered to me. My body froze, an icy chill running down my spine. How could Debby possibly know? My hands trembled, and the weight of everything felt like it was pressing down on me. The dreams, the chains, the power inside me, it wasn’t just in my head. It was ‘real’, no matter how much I tried to ignore it. “What…" What did you just say?” I stammered, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes, searching for answers. Debby’s expression softened with a mix of sadness, her voice low and gentle. “i think You’re a Cupbearer, Cara. No mistake about that, a powerful one.” “No…” I shook my head, disbelief washing over me, mumbling to myself. “This can’t be happening. It’s the same thing she said… the woman in my dreams. How could you possibly know? How is this even real?” Debby’s eyes widened at my words, but she didn’t seem surprised. Instead, she nodded slowly, a
Cara’s povDebby hesitated for a moment. The shift in her heartbeat didn't escape my already heightened senses. I…i read about them in an old journal, a long time ago, that's where I learnt about the cupbearers “ she said but something was not adding up, she talked like she knows them on a closer level than someone who just read them in a book. ‘Debby lied’.I stared at her a little wary of her now, I couldn’t trust her completely, not after she lied to my face. I was lost in thought, my mind racing, but I tried keeping up the facade. “And you think I’m one of them? That I’ve inherited their powers?”Debby nodded slowly. “I don’t just think it, Cara. I know it from the book. The signs are the same that have been written in the book. The dreams, the strange surges of power, the way you broke those chains… you’re a Cupbearer, Cara. The last of them, perhaps.”“But… if I’m the last cupbearer” I whispered, fear creeping into my voice, “does that mean I’m in danger? Could those who destro
Cara’s POV The distant blare of the pack’s alarm echoed through the forest, merging with the pounding rhythm of my heart. Each beat vibrated through my chest, a constant reminder of how far I’d come and what I’d left behind. The sound grew fainter with every step, but I knew it wasn’t over. Not yet. Not until I was truly free. The adrenaline still coursing through my veins kept me moving, the strength in my bones unyielding. But I knew it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, my body would give in, and I’d have to face the consequences. My limbs already felt heavy, a dull ache settling into my muscles. “I’ve escaped from Brian.” The thought brought a strange mix of relief and pain. His name made my heart ache, and for a fleeting moment, guilt flickered within me. I was running away from my mate. The bond between us, though fractured, still tugged at me, reminding me of the path I had chosen. But I shook my head, forcing away any lingering guilt. ‘I won’t feel sorry for someone who’s p
Cara’s POV “Oh my God! What in Lily's! name happened to her?”Aa thin voice shrieked, almost making my ears bleed. “Shh, she’s sleeping! You’ll wake the sleeping beauty,” another voice, older and calmer, hushed in a low tone. “She is so beautiful has a Grey white hair. Just like lily” the girl's voice kept on ringing in my head. “Aiden, I can’t believe you did this to a girl,” said a third voice, feminine this time, her footsteps echoing as she moved closer. “The strap was faulty. It was not my intention” another voice replied with bitterness to the feminine voice. “Is she dead? She’s been asleep for two days now. Please tell me she’s not dead,” the little girl's voice chimed in again, full of worry. “Hahaha, Arden! I told you to approach her peacefully in the forest, but no, you insisted on doing it the ‘fun’ way. And now, she’s been out for two days!” Two days? I’ve been unconscious for two days? My heart raced as panic washed over me. *Where am I? Am I dead?* The thought fr