Chapter 6 A Glimmer of Hope

Romain’s POV

I struggle to contain the beast within me, Roma, my wolf. His fury rages like a tempest, threatening to consume me whole.

I can feel its power coursing through my veins, fighting to be unleashed. But I dare not let him take control, for I know that if Roma takes over, I'll be lost forever.

That's why I've commanded to be chained, to restrain me from unleashing the horror within. It's a constant battle, a war within myself.

My wolf howls and snarls, demanding to be free, and the only thing that calms him is the taste of blood. It's a cruel irony, a royal but now I am a slave to my darkness.

Before mother passed on, I was in control. I was the master of my destiny.

But now, I am a shadow of my former self, trapped in a never-ending struggle to keep Roma at bay.

As I stand here, chained and restrained, I can feel its fury building each day.

It senses my weakness, my fear, and he feeds on it. My growls echo through the halls, a warning to all who dare approach.

I am a monster, a creature to be feared and avoided.

Every fourth night, the palace trembles with fear as Roma's thunderous growls echo through its halls.

The desperate pleas and blood-curdling screams of the slaves thrown into my lair fall on deaf ears, for Roma’s mating instincts and bloodthirst are satiated by the slaves.

And I, Romain, am powerless to stop it. Roma’s reign of terror is absolute, its control over me unchallenged.

The cycle began again, and the fourth night fell, Roma's fury erupted, its deafening growls shattering the silence like a beast unchained.

The doors to my lair burst open, and a slender, trembling figure was hurled into the darkness, a helpless sacrifice to satiate Roma's unrelenting hunger.

The air was heavy with fear as my eyes locked onto the prey, my gaze burning with an unholy intensity.

My jaws salivated in anticipation, my teeth razor-sharp and ready to strike.

I could feel my wolf's power coursing through my veins, urging me to claim our prize.

As the figure turned, her eyes were wide with terror, and when our gazes collided, a spark of primal recognition flashed between us, and I barked a single, raw word: 'Mine'.

But Roma's fury raged on, unrelenting, its thirst for blood insatiable. 'No, Roma. Not this one. She's ours, our mate,' I pleaded, but its ears were deaf to reason.

With a deafening roar, Roma shattered the chains that bound us, its fury unbridled as it launched itself at the fragile figure. The sound of snapping metal and crashing stone filled the air as Roma pounced, its claws extended, piercing her shoulders with a sickening crunch as if fate itself had decreed her surrender.

My eyes blazing with a mix of rage and desperation, as I beheld the agony etched on her face. And yet, as she opened her piercing blue eyes, they stared right into mine, and in that fleeting moment,

I sensed a flicker of uncertainty in Roma's actions, a hesitation that betrayed a glimmer of doubt that perhaps this fragile being was not just a mere meal, but something more - a companion, a friend, a mate, and in that instant,

Roma's actions faltered, its claws hovering above her skin as if poised to strike, yet hesitant to deliver the final blow.

It was as if Roma, too, had glimpsed the truth - that this tiny, trembling creature was not just a prey, but a kindred spirit, a soulmate waiting to be claimed.

And with that realization, Roma's ferocity gave way to a tender curiosity, its eyes softening as it beheld its newfound mate and as her piercing blue eyes began to droop, like the delicate petals of a wilting flower, I felt a pang of anguish pierce my heart.

I had scared her half to death, and the weight of my ferocity hung heavy on my conscience. Roma, sensing the state of its mate, let out a plaintive growl, a gentle plea for her to stay, to not leave us, to remain by our side.

The sound was like a whispered prayer, a heartfelt entreaty that seemed to echo through the very chambers of my soul.

Roma, growled desperately as I heard it ask me,

'What do we do, Romain?' his voice was a primal, guttural whisper that echoed within, his fury and fear resonating deeply and I felt every inch of it as we wrestled with the darkness that threatened to consume us both.

For the first time in a long time, Roma, my fierce and rebellious werewolf form, was ready to listen to me, its growls and snarls softening into a gentle, rumbling purr, like a tempestuous storm finally yielding to a peaceful calm, as our minds merged in a moment of rare harmony.