Saul's POVThe second I peel my eyes open, I instantly regret it. The light was blinding. It seeped into my eyes, threatening to take away my sight. “Easy, Saul.” I recognize the voice as Caelen's. With time, I am able to adjust to the light and find Caelen sitting right beside me.A groan leaves my lips as I sit up. And an even louder groan leaves them when I realize there is another bandage on my head.My attention shifts to Caelen, who appears equally as battered as me. He has a large cut running down his cheek and a large bandage wrapped around his upper torso.“Please tell me we killed that bastard,” is the first thing that leaves my lips as soon as the memories come flooding back into my mind. “Yes, I did.” My head snaps to the left side of the room to find Roman leaning against the wall with his arms folded above his chest. He has his eyes trained on the bed by his side, and I follow his line of vision.Meredith is lying peacefully on the bed, her neck taped and her skin pal
Roman’s POV“Don’t you think it is about time you woke up?” The only response I get is the beating of the heart monitor. My eyelid twitches. A curse escapes my lips as I run my hand through my hair. It's been three days since the whole incident happened. I haven’t been able to get even an ounce of sleep.Actually, I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. I would never admit this out loud, but I was terrified. I feared that if I let her out of my sight, even if it was for just a second, I would lose her forever. The image of that day would constantly replay in my mind. Whenever I would shut my eyes, even if it was for a moment, I would see her lying in a pool of her own blood with her throat slit open.Her lifeless eyes would bore into mine, terrorizing me for all eternity. I do not think I would ever forgive myself for putting her in such a situation. Which is why this sleep deprivation was nothing. These past three days without food or water were nothing. I just wanted her to fucking
Saul’s POVMy eyes stay focused on the bag of sand before me. I made no effort to use any protectionbecause, deep down, I wanted the pain. I wanted to feel the hurt, and I wanted to ignore it. It would help with my endurance.Beads of sweat trickled down my head as I continued to throw calculated punches at the bag; each blow was a lot stronger than the last. But it just wasn’t enough; each punch felt weak. Damn it!My mind showcases the mark on Meredith’s neck over and over again, constantly torturing me. It constantly reminded me of my incompetence and weakness. If I had been stronger, if I hadn’t been knocked out so easily, I would not have let Roman mark Meredith.Now she is only his.Goddamn it!I fling my fist with a lot more force than I had anticipated; the bag tears in half and its contents spill before my feet. A scowl pulls the corners of my lips downward as I stare at the pile of sand. Now what am I supposed to pour all my rage on?“I wonder whose face you thought that wa
Meredith’s POVHome.That was what this place was supposed to be.But this place—this wasn’t my home. This was far from it. I barely recognized the land I stood on. The home that I knew was filled with so much joy and laughter. The sun was always high and warm, and smiling faces lifted the faces of even the grumpiest of men. The children would play on the sidewalk while their mothers screamed at them to behave. Which they never would, if I may add. The men would gather around tables in beer parlors, laughing as they cheered with their jugs of beer. The women would fill the local markets, trading and discussing amongst themselves.My home, my kingdom, always had a sense of family.But where I stand now has none of that. The air was filled with the cries of children, the weeping of mothers, and the groaning of fathers. I watched from beneath my hood as my people got whipped on their backs like slaves. Carrying heavy loads on their backs as both men and women assisted in building what
Meredith’s POVI thought I would be disgusted by this woman’s vile display of disdain, but sincerely, I was heartbroken. My brows crease as I meet her hateful glare. “I would rather perish before my child than accept your hand.”Whispers and murmurs erupt among the audience around us. The guards appear confused on what to do; it was clear that they knew who I was. They all did. “Why? I am your queen, Meredith Amman,” I say confidently, and the air grows silent for a moment. But next, snickers and snide remarks fill the air.The woman before me snorts, despite the blood trickling down her head. “I have no queen. The last ruler of our great nation, Nuvia, was executed weeks ago. That is precisely why we are suffering, because the last of our leaders has died.”A pang strikes my chest from her words, and I quickly blink away my tears. I could not show weakness here, no matter how hurtful their words may be. I had to be strong and establish authority. I just have to.“Look me in the eye
Roman’s POVThis kingdom is messed up as hell. Why on earth would they hang the heads of three people at their center? I mean, I knew I was cruel, but it never got to this point. There are children walking around here. I don’t even want to imagine what these kids have been through. If the children of this kingdom don’t grow up to be lunatics, then we better give all of our thanks to the moon goddess because this is messed up.And who the hell is this creepy woman speaking to Meredith? If Malik is dead, then who has been ruining Nuvia? Her?Honestly, I couldn’t care less about the answers to these questions. All I want right now is to get Meredith out of here. I hate how so many tears are welling up in her eyes. I hate how much hurt she is feeling, because damn, I can feel it too. It is immense.I hate how everyone of them is looking at her with so much mockery and hatred. She doesn’t deserve all of this; she doesn’t deserve any of it. I just wanted to rip their eyeballs right out of
Meredith’s POV They all hate me. My own people hate me. That has to be the saddest thing ever. ‘I did not give a damn about what the bitch Lucia said; there was no way in hell I was leaving my kingdom in her hands. “There are more ways to get your head mounted on that pole than one,” she said. Ha! I was scared of her. It broke my heart when the kings didn’t support me when I wanted to have a duel with her. After everything we have been through, they still think I am weak. I never got to know the full strength of Malik and his people, but Lucia had to be very powerful to take down even one of the most average alphas. Despite knowing this, I was still not scared of her. The only thing I felt towards her was pure rage and disdain. The kings thought I couldn’t take her on myself. I don't care who the hell she is; I would fight with everything in me to take back what is rightfully mine. But then she just had to turn diplomatic at that moment. I hate to admit it, but she had a point:
Saul’s POV It can’t be. This must be a mistake. This can’t be happening. Not here, not now. There is no way this woman—this goddess in human form—is actually my mate. After all these years, I came to the conclusion that I was mateless. I always believed that the moon goddess despised me and cursed me to spend an eternity without a mate. A lifetime without someone by my side. That was why I created the harem. That is why I took women from every corner of our kingdom to fill the hole in my chest that my mate was supposed to. But then I saw Meredith. I knew Meredith, and I fell in love with her. It felt like my whole world had crumbled before my eyes when I found out that she was Roman’s mate, and then the pieces were set ablaze when he marked her. It did something to me; it ruined me from the inside out. I wouldn’t say that it made me grow a hatred for Romans, but it was something terrifyingly similar. I spiraled, I rebelled, and I did everything possible to let out my rage, b