ZeldaI stood there, rooted to the spot, my body trembling. The maid's grip on my hands tightened. “My lady, you must control yourself,” she said, her voice urgent. I nodded, tears streaming down my face. I was unable to speak, unable to think. A low moan came from behind the door, followed by a soft whimper. I could feel my blood running cold, my heart sinking in my chest. I was alone. Drake was in there with Amelia, leaving me to deal with this nightmare on my own.I was just about to push open the door when I heard a voice from behind me. “What are you doing out here?” I spun around to see Drake standing there, his face flushed. My eyes widened, my mind racing. If Drake was here with me, then who was with Amelia? And what was that sound? I opened my mouth to ask Drake, but no words came out. With trembling hands, I pushed the door open, bracing myself for what I would find. I could not have prepared myself for the sight that greeted me. There, in the middle of the room, were Am
Drake“She's four months gone,” the midwife said, and I let out a groan of frustration. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was in shock, my mind reeling with the implications of her words. I stood up and walked towards Amelia, a storm of rage and disbelief swirling within me. As I neared her, I could see the fear in her eyes. I knew I was about to do something. I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. The sound of the slap reverberated through the room, and I heard gasps.“Drake, please!” Zelda cried out, but I ignored her. I was so consumed by anger and betrayal that I couldn't hear her words. I was focused only on Amelia, who was still on the floor, her cheeks bright red from my slap. I watched as she rubbed her face, her eyes wide with fear. A part of me felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the overwhelming rage that consumed me. I stood there, breathing heavily, my hands clenched into fists. I could feel my nails digging into my palms, b
ZeldaThe room was silent, the air thick with tension. Everyone in the room turned to me, waiting for my command. “Don't kill her,” I said, my voice, steady and firm. I turned to Drake, my expression impassive. “Are you listening to yourself, Zelda? This woman is the reason you're in pain. The reason you don't have a child.” Drake's words were harsh, his face contorted with anger. I gave him a smile that didn't reach my eyes. “Enough,” I said, my tone brooking no argument. "This is my decision, I want you to grant me.”“Let's have a talk outside,” Drake said, his voice low and gentle. I nodded, my mind still reeling from everything. We walked out of the room, the cool air of the night enveloping us. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes searching my face. I managed a smile. “I'm fine,” I said, my voice strained. His hand was warm on my arm as he supported me, guiding me down the path. The silence was heavy, the tension between us palpa
Drake The sweet smell of pancakes and coffee filled the air, gently coaxing me from my slumber. I opened my eyes, the sun's rays streaming in through the window and almost blinding me. I blinked and sat up, groaning as I stretched my stiff muscles. I took a deep breath, savoring the comforting scents of breakfast and home. I felt a wave of contentment wash over me, a feeling of peace at this moment of stillness. I looked up, my eyes widening in surprise. There, standing in the doorway, was Drake, holding a tray of breakfast. “Don't tell me you made this?” I said, my voice full of disbelief. “What if I did?” he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. He placed the tray on the bed, the smell of pancakes and coffee filling the air. “The Alpha in the kitchen? What will people say?” I teased, a smile playing on my lips. “Let them talk,” he said, his eyes soft as he caressed my cheek.I took a bite of the food, trying to keep my expression neutral. But it was awful. I forced a smile,
ZeldaDrake's fingers brushed my hair back as I bent over the toilet, the bile rising in my throat. This time, it was tinged with blood, and I felt a cold fear grip my heart as I stared at the red-tinged contents of the bowl. I turned to look at Drake, whose mouth hung open in shock. “Is that… blood?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I could only nod, my voice froze in my throat. I had never felt so terrified in my life.We both stood frozen in silence, staring at the evidence of something terrible. I felt numb, as if my body was no longer my own. After what felt like an eternity, I turned away from the toilet and walked to the window. I could hear the steady patter of rain against the glass. I heard Drake turn on the faucet, the sound of running water a welcome distraction from the silence. A few moments later, I felt his presence behind me, his warmth radiating through my back.“We need to see a doctor,” Drake said, his voice full of concern. I nodded, knowing I could
Zelda“What's going on?” my mother asked, looking from me to Drake and back again. I couldn't answer her. I was frozen, my mind reeling. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster, my body shaking with the effort of trying to keep it together. And then Drake was there, his arms around me. I wanted to pull away, to run, but he held me tight. “Will someone tell me what the hell is going on,” she roared?“I can explain,” he said, his voice low and calm. But my mother was having none of it. “Someone had better say something, and fast!” she yelled. “The effect of the poison is affecting her wolf,” Drake said, his voice urgent. My mother's mouth fell open in shock, her eyes fixed on me. I felt my tears threatening to spill over, my vision blurring. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was in danger, my wolf was in danger, and I had no idea how to fix it. I felt helpless, my mind racing, my body trembling. And then my mother spoke, her words slicing through the silence like a k
Zelda“Die with me,” Amelia said, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. I felt my heart drop, the floor falling out from under me. I stared at her, dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what she was saying. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. She looked at me, her gaze hard and unflinching. “In order to cure you, Drake will have to die with me,” she said. The words were like a blow to my chest, my breath knocked out of me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It couldn't be true.I turned, my head spinning, and collided with Drake's chest. He caught me, his arms strong and steady, but I could feel the anger radiating from him. I leaned against him, drawing strength from his presence. The room was quiet, the only sound was our breathing. And then, finally, Drake spoke. “Is that the only solution?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “Yes,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. I knew what he was thinking, and I couldn't let him go through with it. He must have been sic
Zelda“I will give you the one thing I crave the most, and in return, you will give me what I want,” I said to her, my voice calm and steady. Her eyes widened slightly, and she stared at me for a moment, as if trying to process what I had just said. Her gaze drifted from mine to Drake, and then back to me. “What is it?” she asked cautiously. “I will give you the position of Luna. I will step down and be nothing but a mistress to Drake,” I said, my voice trembling. There was a gasp from the crowd, and Drake yanked me around to face him. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted. “I know what I'm doing,” I said, my voice full of conviction. “No, you don't!” he said, his voice rising in anger. “You think this is a game? You are playing with your status here!”“What use is the status to me right now?” I yelled back, my frustration growing. “I need you as my Luna, not some second-rate mistress!” he shouted, his eyes blazing with anger. I held up my hand, trying to calm him down.
DrakeThree years later.I stood at the grave, my hands clutching the flowers I had brought. My kids stood beside me, their eyes fixed on the stone before them. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat. “Owen looks exactly like you,” I said, my voice quivering. “I know you're not here, but occasionally I believe you are.” I paused, my eyes hard as I looked at my kids. “He's as strong as you are. He's selfless, just like you. You would have loved him.” The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion.“Sometimes it's difficult to believe that you're not here with us, that I won't ever hear your voice again or feel your touch. Sometimes I think it's all a nightmare, that I'll wake up and everything will be like it was before. But I never do. The truth is, life without you is hard. I find it hard to trust anyone, to open up to anyone. “My kids ran off, giggling as they chased each other through the grass. I got up to follow them, making sure they didn't go too far. As I walked over to whe
ZeldaNine Months Later.I looked in the mirror, my eyes drawn to the slight bulge in my belly. I placed my hand on my stomach, feeling the life within. It was a strange sensation, one that filled me with both joy and fear. I was growing, my body changing, my life changing. But I was still me, still whole. And that was all that mattered to me. I traced my fingers over my cheeks, feeling the slight swelling of my nose. Drake said I looked beautiful, but I couldn't see it. All I saw was a monster. But he loved me anyway.He still wasn't happy that I was keeping the pregnancy, but I knew in my heart that this was the right decision. I wanted to have this child, to give Drake the heir he deserved. He might not have needed it, but the pack did. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the challenge ahead. I could do this. I could be strong for both myself and my child. I placed my hand on my stomach again, feeling the flutter of new life within. And I smiled.The door to my room burst o
ZeldaI couldn't tell how long I'd been unconscious, but when I opened my eyes, my head was pounding. I struggled to sit up, but someone helped me, supporting my weight. I looked up, and my heart sank. It was Drake. His expression was unreadable, and I was unable to remember the last time he had smiled. “Where's my family?” I asked, my voice breaking. I was afraid of the answer. “The doctor had asked that we give you some space,” he said. I nodded, my mind racing. He was staring at me with a strange look in his eyes, and I knew something was wrong. “What is it?” I asked, my heart in my throat. “Nothing,” he said, his voice monotone. I knew he was lying. We'd known each other for too long. He knew I could see right through him. I waited, the silence weighing on me like a heavy blanket. “Just tell me,” I said, my voice shaking. He let out a long sigh. “You're pregnant,” he said, his voice low and serious. My jaw dropped, and I looked down at my stomach. “I thought about what the
ZeldaI heard footsteps approaching, and my heart leapt into my throat. A guard appeared, a limp body slung over his shoulder. He dropped the body on the floor, and I held my breath, dreading what I would see. The guard stood back, his face pale. “He's dead,” he said, his voice flat. I forced myself to take a step forward, my knees shaking. I knelt beside the body, my hands trembling as I reached out to touch it. I pulled back the blood-stained cloak, revealing the face of Jake.“Jake, the Fierce,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Don't do this. You can't leave like this.” I reached out to touch his cold cheek, my hands shaking. I looked down at him, my heartbreaking as I took in his broken body. “Please… please don't go.” I cradled his body in my arms, my tears falling like rain.My mother rushed to my side, her arms wrapping around me. “Shh, my dear. Be strong,” she murmured. Drake stood in front of me, his eyes hard and unyielding. His arms were crossed behind his back, hi
ZeldaI felt Jake's hand slip from my grasp, and I heard a sickening thud as he hit the rocks below. I wanted to believe he was still alive, but I knew it was a futile hope. I sank to my knees, my eyes fixated on the jagged cliff that loomed before me. “Jake! Jake! Jake!” I heard Drake’s voice as he called out, but the only response was the echo of his own voice. Desperately, Drake yelled again, his voice hoarse and cracking. But there was no reply, only a heavy silence. I turned to Drake, his expression unreadable. “Let's go,” he said quietly, his voice heavy with grief. “No!” I cried, shaking my head. “We have to find him! We have to save him!” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn't accept that he was gone. Drake took my face in his hands, his eyes filled with sadness. “He's dead, Zelda,” he said softly, his voice cracking. “I'm so sorry.” I shook my head, refusing to accept that Jake was gone, and then I freed myself from hi
Zelda“Help!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with fear. My claws were digging into the wall, my muscles straining as I fought to stay in place. But I could feel myself slipping, and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. My eyes darted to the ground below, my heart racing as I thought of the fate that awaited me if I fell. I heard the guards. Drake and Jake were shouting, but I was unable to make out what they were saying. I closed my eyes, my mind spinning as I tried to find a way out of this.I howled in desperation, the sound tearing from my throat. “Zelda!” I heard Drake call, his voice echoing through the cavernous space. I opened my eyes, straining to see him through the darkness. He was standing on the edge of the cliff, his arms outstretched toward me. But it was no use. I was too far away, the space between us was too great. “I can't reach you, Drake,” I cried, my voice cracking. He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. “Just try, Zelda,” he said, his voice shaking.I strugg
ZeldaDesperate, I reached out with my mind, trying to connect with Drake. To my relief, I felt him there, his mind close and receptive. I tried to send him to our location, hoping he could understand my message. Suddenly, I felt his presence grow stronger. He was coming, and he was coming fast. I sent him another message, pleading with him to hurry. He responded, his mind filled with a sense of urgency and determination.Cindy's wolf was impossibly fast, making it difficult for me to shift into my wolf form. I heard a loud growl in the distance, and my heart leapt. I knew that growl, that deep, angry sound. It was Drake, coming to save me. I just had to hold on until he got here. But I could feel my strength waning, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I had to find a way to keep myself safe, and quickly.Suddenly, Cindy's wolf stopped, her ears perked up and her body tensed. I could tell she had heard Drake, too. She turned to face him, her tail low and her eyes blazing with hat
ZeldaThe cold water stung my face, jolting me into consciousness. I squinted against the bright light, my eyes taking a moment to adjust. I could feel my wrists and ankles bound, my body aching with the strain of being tied up. My head pounded, a dull ache spreading from the base of my skull. As I took stock of my surroundings, I noticed that I was in a small stone room, the only light coming from a small window high above my head. The room was bare, save for a single wooden chair in the corner.The last thing I remembered was a sudden, blinding pain as something hit me on the head. Now, here I was, tied up and at the mercy of Cindy, a woman who had always been a pest in my life.“Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice cracking with fear. Cindy's smirk only widened, her dark eyes glittering with malice. “Oh, you know what you did,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. I tried to think of what I could have done to make her so angry, but my mind was blank.“We were friends, C
Zelda“My lady,” a voice called from behind me, making me jump. I turned around to see a maid standing there, her gaze fixed firmly on the floor. “Your room is ready,” she said, her tone deferential. “How many miles is it from here to Cindy's grandmother's house?” I asked, my voice betraying my anxiety. The maid hesitated, then said, “I do not know, my lady.” I felt a wave of frustration, but I bit my tongue. “Thank you,” I said, my tone cool.I pulled the curtains closed, blocking out the moonlight. With a weary sigh, I let my shoulders slump. “My lady,” the maid said, “I hope you find the room to your liking.” I nodded my thanks, too tired to speak. She left me alone, and I entered the room, closing the door behind me. I sank onto the bed, its softness enveloping me. The silence was broken only by the ticking of the clock on the wall. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, and I closed my eyes, my thoughts swirling.I felt my blood boil as I thought of what that woman had d