Meredith’s POVWhat the fuck?A groan leaves my lips as I slowly return to the land of the conscious. My head is pounding, and every fiber in my body feels tingly. I must have been asleep for too long. And not to mention, I had the weirdest dream... My memory is a bit foggy, but I remember bits and pieces of it. I remember watching Sarah stab me with something; I think it was a syringe. Then Gwen walked in, and they took me somewhere. It was weird because I was watching everything outside my body, almost like it was some sort of movie. And then Roman appeared, and... My heart plummets to the pit of my stomach, and I shoot up to a sitting position. My eyes lock with a pair that instantly steal my breath. Roman. He is sitting on a chair directly facing my bed; he has been watching me. why? Before I can part my lips to ask him what is going on here, I feel a sharp sting on my neck. I touch the aching spot to find a little spec of blood on my fingertips. My blood runs col
Meredith's POV Madam Estrid walks in with a large scowl on her face and annoyance swirling within her fading gray eyes. “Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me knocking?” I stay silent. I couldn’t speak. I was almost too tired. She glares down at me and says, “It will soon be time for the ball. Everyone is getting ready; you should as well.” Once again, I say nothing. If I didn’t know better, I almost believe that there was a flash of worry in her eyes. But there was not a single soul that actually cared about me in this damn place. She sighs, and her hands go up to her nape. “I heard what happened, and it is quite unfortunate; although I could say I expected death to come knocking on Gwen’s door eventually, I never expected it for Sarah. She was a good girl.” I pinch my eyes shut and let another tear slide down my face. Why was she telling me this? Is this her way of condoning me? Madam Estrid continues, “But you have to pull yourself together. One thing you must get used to he
Meredith’s POV Idris has changed so much. His once-vibrant brown eyes are now rimmed with a bloody red tint. His fresh, young face has been assaulted with beards and a couple of wrinkles, if I might add. But he is still the same handsome jock I fell in love with all those years ago. After he walked away from me when I announced my marriage to Johnothan to him, I never thought I would see him again. Much less in a kingdom miles away from ours, standing in a black suit and stubble over his once freshly shaven face. His shabby hair has grown a bit longer as well. I notice that he looks so much more tired than the last time I saw him. Almost sad. But right now, as he stands before me, there is a glimmer of hope. There are so many emotions bubbling within me as I gaze into his eyes. Idris has been my best friend since childhood and my boyfriend for over three years. Yet ever since I ran away from home, I never thought about him again. But seeing him here fills me with so m
Meredith's POV Idris and I turn to find Caelen leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets. His attire is similar to Roman’s but a lot less sinister. His hazel eyes shift from Idris to me suspiciously, and my mouth opens and shuts as I try to think of a lie. If they find out who Idris really is, they will kill him, and then they will kill me because then he will know that I lied to him. I have been lying to all of them about who I really am. When neither of us answer, Caelen pushes himself off the doorframe and eyes Idris carefully, "I have never seen you before,” he says, encircling Idris in an intimidating manner. I did my best to calm myself down and try not to give us away, but it is just so hard. If there was one thing I hated about these kings, it was their ability to evoke fear in anyone without even trying. “I am one of the new recruits, your majesty.” Idris lies coolly, and Caelen’s eyelids are narrow. “Is that so? And to what rank?” Caelen inter
Meredith’s POV The pounding of my heart against my ribcage is the only sound in the room. Beads of sweat trickle down my face as my eyes remain locked with Roman’s furious ones. He walked in not long ago, and Caelen instantly told him about the phone he found on me. Roman hasn’t said anything since. He just stared at me with a burning fury, but there was something else in his eyes. I almost did not recognize it due to all the rage shielding it, but I saw it. The disappointment. I wanted to tell him that all this is just some misunderstanding and that I am not whatever mole they are talking about. But what valid reason could I possibly have for sneaking a phone around? How can I tell them that I am the runaway omega princess who is secretly hiding in their home to avoid the eyes of the council and my furious father--in-law? If they find out how much trouble I could bring them, then they will kick me out for sure. But a part of me knew that was not the only thing I was scar
Meredith’s POVThe pain on my backside causes a groan to leave my lips. My hand subconsciously goes down to the throbbing skin, and I attempt to offer myself some form of relief by massaging it, but it only makes it worse. A hiss leaves my lips the second my skin makes contact with it, and I quickly pull my hand away.What happened…?All I can remember is getting ready for the ball, going in with Madam Estrid, and then... my eyes wide as the memories of last night come flooding in. I shoot out of the bed and hastily look around. My blood runs cold when my eyes lock with a pair of icy blue ones.Saul.I wanted to smile with relief and run into his arms, but the way he looked at me paralyzed me to the spot. He is sitting on the chair facing the bed with his elbows on his knees and his eyes solely trained on me. His hair falls above his eyes, shielding his expression. When I squinted my eyes, I could have sworn the corners of his eyes were a bit red. What the hell? Had he been crying
Roman’s POVMy brothers and I sit in silence, neither of us desiring to speak. And I could not blame them. I did not want to speak either. I still find it hard to process everything that is going on. There is no way that Meredith is actually the mole. It just isn’t possible.I know I could have said the same thing about Amarie being a traitor all along. I suppose it is what I get for having even the tiniest bit of faith in a woman.Saul breaks the silence by releasing a long, agitated sigh. He ruffles his hair in frustration, and one can easily tell that his mind is troubled. “This doesn’t seem right, you guys. I mean, Meredith is just too weak to be a mole.”Caelen snorts. “That is exactly what women like her want you to think. They would portray themselves as weak, fragile creatures, so they would be the last person you would ever suspect.”Saul shakes his head, refusing to believe Caelen’s words. “It still just doesn’t make sense,“Caelen slams his palm on the table with a force
Meredith’s POV It has been three days. It has been three days since I was thrown into this cage like some animal by my very own mate. Why would Selene do this to me? What great sin could I have possibly committed to have been cursed with a mate such as Roman? How could he be so heartless to leave me in here? This wasn’t like what I read in those books in the library about friends. Mates aren’t supposed to stand the mere thought of their partner in pain, talk less of watching them shed tears. He was a monster. Every day, I have more reasons to despise Roman. And to think that I was starting to think that things could get better between us, that maybe just maybe there is some good within him. I guess I was wrong. But this didn’t just apply to Roman; it applied to all three of them. Even though I could tell Saul was pained by the whole situation, I expected him to put up a bit more of a fight. And Caelen? I doubt he ever really had a hint of affection for me. Even if he did, h