Chapter 170Elijah’s POVAs I came back from the meeting and pushed open the door to my room, my heart clenched in fear at the sight of Jenny's absence. Panic surged through me like a tidal wave, drowning out all other thoughts. Where could she be? Is she safe? The questions echoed in my mind, each one a dagger of worry piercing my heart.Throughout the meeting, my mind had been consumed by thoughts of Jenny, a constant undercurrent of concern tugging at my focus. I knew that danger lurked around her whenever I wasn't there to protect her, a chilling realization that haunted me like a shadow in the night.The empty room greeted me with silence, amplifying the fear that coiled within me. Jenny's usual presence was a source of comfort, a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty. Without her familiar warmth and laughter, the room felt cold and hollow, a stark reminder of her absence.Images of worst-case scenarios flickered through my mind like a nightmare playing on repeat. What
Jenny’s POVI could feel the weight of Elijah's words crashing down on me as he yelled in frustration. Guilt gnawed at me, I knew I shouldn't have left the room. His concern was valid, my life was in danger, but the silence about the threat was suffocating. I was certain it was his mother behind it all, but why the secrecy? Why keep me in the dark about the looming danger?The room felt like a prison, each wall closing in on me. I refused to be a helpless pawn in someone else's game. With each passing moment, the need to speak up, to defend myself and my unborn child, grew stronger. Elijah's misguided attempt to protect me by confining me felt like a cage. I couldn't allow fear to dictate my actions; I needed to find my voice, to fight for my safety and that of my child.Elijah's intentions stemmed from a place of concern, but his approach only fueled my resolve to break free from this confinement. I needed to confront the threat head-on, to face the enemy, even if it meant standing a
Elijah’s POVWhen I saw the lack of fear in Jenny's eyes as I shared my intention to make her Luna, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over me. The resolve in her gaze, and the quiet strength she exuded, both reassured me and stirred a sense of defiance within. I knew that the path to making Jenny Luna would be fraught with challenges, especially with my mother's opposition looming like a dark cloud on the horizon. But I was resolute in my decision, I would make it happen, no matter the obstacles in our way.The thought of making Jenny Luna, of granting her a position of power and protection, held a promise of shielding her from my mother's interference, of offering her a place of authority and respect within our pack. I believed in Jenny's hidden fire, the strength that simmered beneath her seemingly fragile exterior. In her, I saw the qualities I sought in a Luna resilience, determination, and a spirit that refused to be cowed by adversity.As I held her close, enveloping her i
Elijah’s POVI sat in my room, the memories of my mother flooding my mind, each one a painful reminder of the drastic change in her demeanor. It all started after the tragic loss of my father. I vividly remember how she used to be before his untimely death gentle, caring, and loving to everyone around her. But everything changed that fateful day.The sorrow and anger she felt transformed her into someone unrecognizable. Her once sweet nature turned into a constant state of anger and authority. She became overly protective of me, to the point where her actions started to harm those closest to me, including my wife and our unborn child. The woman who once showered us with love was now a source of fear and distress.The breaking point came when her actions endangered my wife and child. I had to make a difficult decision to protect my family. I had no choice but to have her locked up for the safety of everyone involved. The weight of that decision felt heavy on my shoulders, knowing that
Jenny’s POVI was frozen in disbelief as Elijah's lips met mine, a shockwave reverberating through my entire being. He was my husband, yes, but this sudden display of affection caught me off guard, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me. The weight of our situation, the child we were bound by, hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over this intimate moment.In that fleeting instant, I couldn't help but wonder about the motives behind his actions. Was it a desperate grasp for comfort amid turmoil, a need for solace in the chaos that engulfed us? Memories of our past encounters resurfaced, clouding my judgment with doubt and uncertainty. Yet, at that moment, rationality took a backseat to the raw intensity of the emotions coursing through me.Despite the complexities of our relationship, a part of me couldn't deny the faint glimmer of contentment that blossomed within me as Elijah sought refuge in my embrace. If being his anchor in the storm brought him a moment of pea
Chapter 175Elijah’s POVI sat on my throne, overseeing the preparations for the ceremony. Today marks a pivotal moment in my life as I announce my marriage to Jenny and crown her Luna. The weight of responsibility hangs heavy in the air as I give instructions, ensuring every detail is perfect. Despite the heightened security measures, a sense of unease lingers within me. My mother, once a formidable threat, is now confined, yet the fear of the unknown lingers, a reminder that danger can arise from unexpected places.As I watch the hustle and bustle of the ceremony preparations, my mind races with conflicting emotions. Excitement intertwines with apprehension, creating a whirlwind of feelings. The thought of Jenny becoming Luna fills me with pride, knowing she will stand by my side as we lead our pack. Yet, the shadow of uncertainty looms large, casting doubt on the peace we have fought so hard to achieve.The presence of extra security offers a semblance of reassurance, a shield agai
Jenny’s POVI sat in my room, surrounded by an air of anticipation and readiness for the upcoming ceremony. Miranda, my trusted maid, had taken charge of all the preparations, her capable hands ensuring that everything was in place. Elijah's decision to entrust her with the task, excluding the other maids, spoke volumes about his level of caution and concern for our safety.The presence of numerous guards stationed outside our room, a formidable shield against any potential threats, underscored the gravity of the situation. Elijah's unwavering determination to fortify our defenses, to leave no room for chance or vulnerability, filled me with a sense of gratitude and reassurance.As I observed the vigilant guards standing watch, their steadfast resolve mirroring Elijah's unwavering commitment to our protection, a wave of gratitude washed over me. The lengths to which he was willing to go, the precautions he was willing to take, all in the name of safeguarding me and our unborn child, s
Elijah’s POVI dashed to my room, heart pounding like a drum, each step echoing in the silence of the house. The guard's words lingered in my mind, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked within our pack. Pushing open the door, a scene straight out of a nightmare greeted me an empty room painted in crimson hues, a stark contrast to the usual calm that filled these walls. Blood, a stark and unwelcome guest, splattered across the floor and walls, a macabre tapestry of fear.Fear, raw and unyielding, gripped my heart in its icy embrace. Jenny, missing in a sea of scarlet. Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, threatening to consume me whole. Questions swirled like a tempest in my thoughts Who would dare to harm her? Why would they do such a heinous act?Amid the chaos, a whisper of doubt slithered into my mind. Could it be my mother behind this sinister act? The mere thought sent shivers down my spine. But how could it be possible? My mother, confined to her room, a prisoner of her
Vanessa’s POV"Dan, come here!" I called out to my son, his laughter filling the room as he darted around, full of energy. I was supposed to get him ready for the ceremony, but like any child, he was proving to be quite stubborn. “Oh, Dan if I catch you” I called his name again, hoping he would listen, and to my surprise, he ran towards the door, giggling mischievously.Just as I was about to catch him, Dante, my husband, appeared and scooped Dan up from behind, lifting him effortlessly. Dante's entrance into the room, carrying our son as they played together, brought a sense of joy and relief to the chaotic moment.“Please bring that naughty boy here,” I said as I sat on the floor trying to catch my breath after the whirlwind of chasing Dan around.“No, we don't want to wear your clothes” Dante replied jokingly, I couldn't help but smile at the sight before me. Seeing Dante and Dan together, their laughter harmonizing in the air, filled my heart with warmth and gratitude.At that mo
Dante’s POV“Vanessa please stay with me, please” I pleaded with tears rolling down my eyes, I felt like it was my fault. “Will be at the hospital soon, I promise” I said as I quickly scooped Vanessa up from the floor, her body limp and blood staining her clothes. As I hurried towards the exit, my heart raced with fear and urgency. The sight of my headguard approaching filled me with a mix of relief and dread. Without hesitation, he took Vanessa from my arms, his swift actions matching the gravity of the situation.Together, we rushed back to the safety of the pack, every step feeling like a battle against time. Vanessa's pale face haunted me, her breaths were shallow and it was as if life is been sucked out of her. The journey to the hospital was a blur of motion and anxiety, the world around me reduced to a backdrop of worry and fear.“What happened to her?” the doctor asked just as we arrived at the hospital.“No time for questions doctor, please save my wife” When the doctor noti
Vanessa’s POV“I am not sorry Evelyn, you deserve everything you have, I won't let you come for my child and go Scot free,” I said as I stood over her lifeless body on the floor, the forest felt heavy with the weight of what had transpired. Evelyn's once vibrant spirit is now gone. Despite the finality of the moment, an unexpected calm settled within me, replacing the expected waves of remorse. Our relationship had weathered many storms, filled with moments of love, hurt, forgiveness, and betrayal.I recalled the countless times I had forgiven Evelyn for her actions, always finding a way to mend our fractured bond. But this time, it was different. When she dared to threaten my child, a line was crossed that shattered any remaining semblance of forgiveness. The fierce protectiveness I felt for my child surged within me, overpowering any lingering compassion for Evelyn.As I gazed down at her lifeless form, a mix of conflicting emotions churned within me. The love I once held for her b
Dante’s POVA surge of adrenaline shot through me. This was our moment, our cue to strike. With a swift signal to my men, we pounced on the witches. Their faces twisted in surprise and confusion, a stark contrast to their usual air of confidence. They never saw it coming, never anticipated our ambush. The tables had turned, and it was our turn to seize control of the situation.As we advanced, the clash of swords and powers filled the air with tension. Spells and curses flew amidst the chaos, a cacophony of magic and might. I could feel the weight of responsibility pressing down on me, urging me forward, urging me to fight with all I had. Every move, every strike, was fueled by a potent mix of loyalty and defiance.As I watched my men engage in combat, a surge of pride welled up within me. The witches' powers proved no match for our united strength. The shimmering bracelet seemed to be working its magic, enhancing our abilities in the heat of battle. Yet, amidst the chaos, my focus sh
Evelyn’s POVI crept through the corridors of the palace with Lilian, our footsteps silent as whispers in the empty halls. The usual bustle and chatter were conspicuously absent, leaving an eerie silence that sent shivers down my spine. The air felt heavy with anticipation, a foreboding sense of the unknown hanging over us like a dark cloud.Lilian and I exchanged a glance, our eyes mirroring the confusion and concern that gnawed at our thoughts. Where had everyone disappeared to? The emptiness of the palace was unsettling, a stark deviation from its usual lively atmosphere. The absence of guards and servants only deepened the mystery, fueling my growing unease.“Where is everyone?” I asked Lilian, my voice almost like a whisper.“I don't know…. Let's check Dante’s room” Lilian suggested and with a shared understanding, we wordlessly agreed to press on, our mission clear despite the unsettling circumstances. Willow's orders loomed in our minds, she had asked me and Lilian to head to
Vanessa’s POVMy heart was racing as I dashed into the room, knowing that time was slipping away, and the witches could strike at any moment. My main concern was my child's safety, so I had to get him to Elijah's pack where I knew he'd be protected. When I entered the room, I saw him happily playing with Aphrodite. The tension in the air was palpable, and Aphrodite seemed to sense it too, jumping up as soon as she saw me, ready to act."You're going with Dan right now," I instructed, and without hesitation, she started gathering their things, understanding the seriousness of the situation without needing to ask questions. It was a moment of swift action and intense emotions, but I knew I had to keep a clear head to ensure my child's safety.“What about you?” Aphrodite asked when she was done parking,“Dante needs me, let's go,” I said to Aphrodite as I quickly carried Dan and headed downstairs with Aphrodite behind me.“I wasn't able to inform Elijah that you would be coming but imme
Dante's POVI sat in my office, surrounded by the chaos of my thoughts. It had been days since I initiated the search for the werewolf marked by the crescent moon. Deep down, I held onto the belief that this individual held the key to saving my pack from the impending threat posed by the witches. Despite our strength as Lycans, we were no match for an army of enraged witches. Finding the bearer of the crescent moon was crucial, but the challenge lay in not knowing where to even begin this daunting task. My search party wasn't yeiding any result.“Find the bearer of the cresent moon” The elder's words echoed in my mind, indicating that this person belonged to another pack, which is making it hard to find them, because they are many packs and I don't know where to start from.As I pondered my next move, a mix of frustration and determination knotted within me. The weight of responsibility for my pack's safety pressed heavily on my shoulders, urging me to push forward despite the uncert
Willow's POVAs I sat there in my room my eyes fixed on the intricate map of Dante Palace spread out before me. Each detail, each building, and each hidden passage was meticulously studied. The weight of responsibility pressing down on my shoulders, knowing that our success hinged on the perfection of this plan. The silence of the room was broken only by the sound of flipping pages and the occasional creak of the old floorboards beneath my feet. The urgency of the situation fueled my determination. We had to strike swiftly, without a hint of our impending attack. I knew Dante wasn't a fool, he knows that we are going to attack but what he doesn't know is when we were going to attack.Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and with a deep breath, I folded the map, tucking it safely into my pocket. "Come in," I said to the person at the other side of the door."Not expecting you," I said as the door swung open, revealing Evelyn standing there, sweat glistening on her skin, a silent testa
Dante’s POV“Are you okay?” I asked Vanessa, the look on her face showed that she was surprised about the color change also.“Yes….I mean I feel fine….maybe it….”Suddenly I heard a knock on the door “Who is that” I asked “My Lord” I heard the voice of my head guard “there is something you need to see”“Not right now.… I am busy” I replied my attention fixed on the white strand of hair. “I am sorry my lord, but this can't wait” he replied plainly.“Go….I am fine” Vanessa said with a smile on her face.“Are you sure?” I asked and she nodded positively, I kissed her on the chin before leaving.“This better be important,” I said as I trailed my head guard, my mind racing with anticipation. I was certain whatever he had to show me was connected to the witches, the ongoing challenge that had consumed our attention for weeks. But I knew I couldn't give up because the safety of Vanessa and my son, now part of the pack, was paramount. I knew I had to do whatever it took to shield them from