Cara’s povThe creaking sound of the carriage jolted me awake. My eyes fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion. As I looked around, the reality of my situation hit me like a slap. I was bound in a makeshift carriage, being dragged along a rugged path. Panic gripped me as the memory of my capture came rushing back, I was to be delivered to a mysterious man by dawn. I struggled franctically to free myself, but I learned the hard way about that.“Aahhhh”, I screamed in pain as the rope burned against my skin. the rope was laced with wolfbane. I gritted my teeth, as memories of my past encounters with wolfbane in my previous pack flashed in my mind.“Sorry, love, forgot to mention the ropes' stings,” the leader said with a twisted grin. His towering figure loomed over me, his dark, unruly hair framing his cruel face.“Please, you don’t have to do this. I’m just a weak, orphaned Omega,” I begged, my voice trembling. But he didn’t even glance in my direction.“Must be mistaken, I’m not the
Cara's povBrian staggered back, clutching his side where Ryder had slashed him. His eyes burned with fury, and Asher, his wolf, growled from within, enraged by the pain but more so by Ryder. Blood poured from the wound, soaking Brian’s clothes, but he didn’t falter. He couldn't. He still stood, not wavering.Ryder chuckled darkly, his scarred face gleaming with satisfaction. He twirled the silver blade in his hand, its edge glinting in the dim light of the cabin. “Look at you, Brian,” he sneered. “Bleeding like a wounded animal. It’s fitting, really. The mighty Rogue King brought to his knees by someone who knows you better than you know yourself.”Brian’s eyes darkened, the fury bubbling just beneath the surface. His breaths came in harsh, ragged gasps as he fought to remain standing. But his gaze, his intense, unwavering gaze, never left Ryder. He was calculating, biding his time.“You think you’ve won, Ryder?” Brian growled through gritted teeth. “You’re nothing but a coward hid
I woke to the rustling of movement around me. My eyes felt heavy, and my body ached as if I’d been pricked all over. It felt like I was being moved, but I couldn’t piece anything else together. “How is she?” a voice asked, concern evident in its tone. Through the fog in my mind, I could faintly hear two people talking. “Her situation is still unstable, Master. She’s fading in and out of consciousness,” another voice replied nervously. I tried to recognize them, but the effort sent a sharp pain shooting through my head. “That is hardly an answer. I demand to know what’s going on, Lydia!” An angry voice bellowed. Who was this? Where was I? Was I alive or dead? These questions echoed through my mind before I blacked out again. ******** The sound of the wind rustling through the trees was the first thing I noticed when I woke up again. My body felt heavy, every muscle aching from the strain of the recent battle. But there was something else, a feeling I couldn’t quite place. It h
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