I couldn't believe that I had slept despite my distraughted heart and my troubled thoughts.
Although, it was merely for an hour and half, I still felt ridiculous.
How could I have fallen asleep when my world was on fire. My life and dreams were finally over. It felt like the end of the world to me—atleast the end of my own world.
The lycan lady beside me had increased the volume of the radio, most likely to wake me up.
I yawned tiredly and stretched my legs and hands. "Damn!" I exclaimed.
I attempted looking back but she twisted my face. "Don't." She said aggressively."Is he Lord Saints?" I asked fearfully.She didn't respond but continued leading me back to the truck.As we arrived at the truck, she pushed me into the car, which led to me hitting my fore head. I bellowed in pain which drew the attention of the so-called person we avoided."Scar!" He called out. The Lycan lady paused in a heartbeat and after some seconds she turned around reluctantly and let out an insincere smile. "My Lord, Sebastian. Good day."
The car stopped and the doors were opened by guards."Help her out!" Sebastian ordered. "She has a wounded leg."Two guards who opened the door closest to me and reached out to help but I declined their offer. "I'm fine." I said as I struggled to my feet.We were at the front of a white mansion in a very large compound, probably several acres.He grabbed my hand and led me to the building. "Let's go see my family."As we got in, I felt frozen as I had never seen a place so beautiful bef
Had I been dreaming? Was everything one long awful dream? Was it just an awful nightmare which I'd soon wake up from? I'd probably wake up to Maribel's voice, telling me to hurry to school. Have another day facing Clarissa and Janette awfulness,then I would ride back home with my bicycle, singing along to my favorite band music. A life, where things like werewolves and Lycans weren't real. A life where I was nothing but a normal girl with normal dreams, wishes and goals. A life where I wasn't a sex slave. But then it wasn't a dream. It was real. It
Chris led me to another side of the tower which wasn't made tattered and rocky like the first side. This other side was furnished and the brick walls were covered up with wallpapers.I saw a lot of people here, mostly women and children and very few guards.The place had many rooms, lounges, and suites and was very rowdy.Chris was greeted by so many people on this side, almost like he was some sort of celebrity.We went round the place over and over again and still Chris still didn't adhere to my suggestion of asking the peopl
They opened the door and the first sight i saw brought tears to my eyes.Maribel was seated on a basket wicker chair which rocked back and forth. She had a novel in her hands which she concentrated on which made her not notice that three people had walked in.What brought a faint smile and two heavy drops of tears from.my eyes was the large bump on her belly."Maribel." I said faintly. "Maribel."She lowered the novel and stared at who was calling her. As her eyes met mine I could see the shock in her eyes.&n
"I really don't know." She said, breaking into tears."It's alright." I said, patting her back as she cried.She cleaned her face and sniffed loudly. "I'm fine...I'll be fine.""Yes, we'll be fine. Both you, me and…" I rubbed her baby bump. "Your baby."She smiled. "I had once thought of getting rid of it, but then Maxwell, talked me out of it.""Who is Maxwell?" I asked.
"Maxwell?" "Yea, I'm not sure you know me…" "I know you, Maribel told me about you." I said. He looked around with his torch and with a confused look on his face, he asked; "What's wrong?" "Like?" "You seem like you were being pursued by something, are you sure you're alright?" I gulped in my saliva and nodded my head frantically. "Yes, I'm fine."
"Wakey wakey."I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was a very large nylon which smelled great.I rose up instantly and before me was Chris and Brianna."Hey, good morning." Chris said, collapsing on one of the hospital chairs."Hi." Brianna said, waving continuously at me. "You sleep a lot. Can I ask you a question?"I shook my head in disbelief. How are these people here? I wondered."Excuse me." I sai
CHECKMATE'S POV Fighting Ivanka turned out to be more difficult than I had expected. She had so many advantages over me, considering that she had even been my martial arts teacher not too long ago. And when I realised that the only way to stand a chance of surviving was to shift to my wolf form, it was already too late as she was capable of making a half-shift—just like Hillary, she could still be in human form and access her werewolf strength. So, I had no time to shift and was vulnerable to her attacks. I couldn't even defend myself as I had no weapons to wade her off. She rose me up in the air and flung me at the wooden wall of the cabin which cracked open. Blood oozed out of my head, soaking my entire hair within few seconds and judging from the excruciating pain at my back, I could bet that I had fractured my backbone. Moaning in pain, I watched my stepsister walk towards me with a cruel smile on her stiff face, while twirling the point
JORDAN POV "Don't you ever give up?" I asked in annoyance. "Yeah, I do sometimes but not when Hillary is involved." He said, dropping the torchlight. "Why do you have a death wish?" I asked, even though I knew how weak and injured I was, I wasn't scared of a werewolf. But Dylan was an exceptional fighter and a dangerous one too. He flashed a wicked smile as he revealed the short blade beneath his coat. "I don't have a death wish anymore," He said. "All I want is for the world to be a better place without you Lycan Demons involved." "That means, you don't also want Hillary as she has Lycan blood in her." He remained quiet. Then he raised the blade up for the little ray of light that dimly lit the arena to meet and then I realized that this was more of a threat than I had anticipated. There was a green liquid on the blade and from the instant repulsive feeling I received, I knew it must be dangerous to Lycans, but I wasn't sure, so I as
HILLARY'S POV I was on the floor, wailing like a widow when I heard some spectators scream, but not in happiness but a scream of terror. Wait, did Ivanka miss? Or did it meet... Oh no! I sprang up to my feet and rushed to see who the victim was. "No!!!" I screamed out when I was CM pinned to the ground with a five-foot spear stuck in his chest. I pushed the petrified Ivanka away and hurried down the stairs to meet CM. When I arrived, after pushing through the grieving crowd, I met CM lying in a pool of his own blood. The pale-looking Dylan was wailing in agony while Jordan stood akimbo, with an inscrutable and blank facial expression. I fell to my knees beside his dying body. "Please, don't go!!" I pleaded as blood flowed down his mouth. "Take h-him a-away, she'll kil-l him." He struggled to utter as his life slowly seeped out of him. "No," I wailed. "How did this happen?" I yelled out. To my surprise the angry crowd began pointing f
CHECKMATE POV I had been watching her for days. Ever since our last discussion or argument, I had done a lot of thinking and I'd come to realise that I was wrong, but I didn't' know how to make amends, so I started by convincing Dylan to take her back to her room. I even convinced Mr. Grono, the chef to prepare her French breakfast. But, I knew those things were too irrelevant as I still felt so much guilt and shame. I was watching her again. She was with her Lycan King, and from her grip on his shirt, I could tell she was begging him not to fight, which appeared to be a little bit late as our Alpha was already fixed on the fight. She loved him, that part was clear to me. But why? I guess that wasn't my business. She's an adult and I'm just a kid, anyway. The fight would take place the following day and the whole pack was in fear, some people were even scared of sleeping while the monstrous Lycan King was amongst them. They all blamed Hillary, and they had solid
HILLARY'S POVEight days. Eight days, eleven hours.Although I was no longer in the dark room and neither was I being kept prisoner, I still had a keen interest in staring at the time.Dylan had also decided to take me back to my old room, for reasons I had no idea of.Today had been fairly horrible unlike all the other seven days which had been nothing but chaotic and terrible.I had woken up with a fabricated smile and had prayed genuinely like I did on every morning two years ago, the only difference being that now, I wasn't praying for freedom anymore.I took my time brushing and enjoyed my hot water bath. Later, I ordered for a French breakfast which was delivered by a grim chef, giving me killer looks as he gave me my breakfast. At first, I considered disposing the food In fear of being poisoned but then, I thought against it and consumed my breakfast happily with no worries.Now, I was staring from my balcony at the farm where at least fifty men, women and children were working
Lord Saints POV It's been one full week since Hillary's disappearance and to be honest, I wasn't certain if she had been abducted or if she had gone back willingly. Either way, it hurt me more than anything else had hurt me in years. Initially, I had been crazed and had quickly switched over to my old side. The whole castle had been trembling and fear had consumed everyone. Then, I realized that I didn't want that. The fear I had once cherished and fed on wasn't desirable to me anymore. Being with Hillary truly changed me more than I had noticed. Now, although I was sad and downcast, I wasn't bitter like I had been before. And to be sincere, I loved this new side of me. Early that morning, I strolled down to the royal cemetery with two bouquets of pink roses—which signified gratitude—in my hands. My first stop was at the grave of Finn Johannesson (Scarlett's younger brother) who had died eight years ago from an incurable disease. He had been her only
It's been six days I've been here. Six days and fourteen hours to be precise. How would I know that? Well, I've been staring at the large pendulum clock in the dark room I had been kept for the past six days. After I had finally realized that I had been cruelly betrayed by someone who I had believed was closer to me than anyone, I had thought that I'd be punished or even persecuted for fleeing with the Lycans, but rather I had been welcomed with Dylan's open arms. Just when I was about to get relaxed and relieved, Dylan leaned forward to kiss me and I swiftly dodged his kiss like a bullet. Then, I saw his true emotions. His countenace had changed instantaneously and he had ordered for my apprehension in this godforsaken room where I had been locked up. Ever since then, Dylan had visited me repeatedly, during which he had taken his time to badmouth Jordan and the Lycans—not like his words had any effect on me. To add to my predicament, the worst happened the p
HILLARY'S POV After convincing the clinic's staffs to release Checkmate and I for a brief morning stroll, CM and I wandered the castle gardens, talking ceaselessly about what we had both experienced in the brief period of time we had been apart. I watched him run his mouth and I couldn't deny the happiness and satisfaction that thrilled my heart. "I heard you once teamed up with Brianna?" I asked as he played with one of the castle's fountains. "Who is Brianna?" "A blonde Lycan girl, about your age?" "Oh," he let out. "Is she that naughty and arrogant know-it-all who assisted us in taking you home?" I chuckled. "C'mon, don't insult her. She is one of my friends, okay? She acted as a constant reminder of you when you were away." He snorted. "I doubt that. She and I aren't alike in any way." "Hmm, but you both are smart kids with high ambitions." I said, amused by his childish denial. He laughed. "High ambitions. What does she want to be
CHECKMATE POV "What is he doing here, Hillary?" She looked back at him and returned her gaze to me. "That is..." "I know who he is," I said, angrily. "He is the Lycan beast, isn't he?" The bewitchingly attractive man smiled, much to my surprise. "I have a lot of names, boy, and that one you mentioned is my all time favorite." "Do you think this is funny," "Checkmate, stop!" Hillary yelled at me. "Just calm down, okay?" "Why?" I asked in annoyance. "Tell me one reason why I should calm down when this murderous bastard is in here?" The man's smile wavered but he didn't utter a word. "For God sake, stop being rude." Hillary said, noticeably offended. "I don't get it, why are you defending him?" "I am not, okay?" She said, "I am not because there is nothing to defend about him." "You don't mean that, do you?" I asked, bewildered. "This man is a murderous bastard that killed just how many members of our pack." "That wasn'