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2024-10-29 19:42:56Hillary's POV
I heard the sound of the room's door open and close, and the old nurse walking inside, with her sandals making a clacking noise on the polished floor.
"Is he gone?" I asked, as I swiftly hid my foot bracelet under the white socks I had been given.
"Yes." The old nurse replied as she walked over to the open ancient cabinet.
From her countenance and her sudden change in mood, it was obvious that she and Lord Saints didn't have a friendly talk.
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The old lady sniffed in as her red swollen eyes were welled with tears. "I guess that's enough of a sad story for the day." She patted my arm as she injected the potion into me. "You should rest back as the potion would take effect immediately." And she was right. Within a few seconds, my eyes began to twitch and the last thing I saw before I slept off was the sorrowful face of Madam Turi. LORD SAINTS POV "So what do you say?" The alpha asked as he glared at me. "Are you accepting my offer or not?" I smiled. "It's a reasonable offer but it'd be unreasonable for me to accept when I can easily get everything without accepting any offer, do you understan
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Hillary's POV I woke up to the sound of chirping birds and neighing horses. I turned over on the bed and I was greeted by the sweet song of a bird which made me open my tired eyes. "Oh my!" I said with my eyes and mouth suddenly agape as I watched my blue naped mornach hover around me. "Sweetie!" I said in excitement as i sat up and grabbed it. I embraced it and shut my eyes as tears appeared. I couldn't believe it. How on earth was Sweetie in my arms?
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LORD SAINTS POVThe next few days had been stressful and exhausting as I had struggled to successfully get rid of the mob outside the castle and bring peace back to the land. It had also been six days and I still hadn't heard a word about Hillary nor Madam Turi which made me more frightened than furious. Callus Lockwood whose fright made him diligent in imposing the task I had given him had assured me of results soon and I was stiing down on my council chair by 6:30am, yawning and stretching after sleeping briefly for the first time in weeks, awaiting him. As I had expected, immediately the hour clocked 7, the door to the council room opened and Callus Lockwood was standing before me. "It's nice to see you so early, Callus." I remarked He bowed. "You demanded my presence early so I had no choice but to appear as you requested." Although I knew he wasn't happy doing his job, I still appreciated his seriousness and devotion. "Have you performed the task?"
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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'
