Veronica’s POV
Everyone in my life has betrayed me. This realization dawned on me as I felt my numbing wrists from the heavy metal cuffs they put on me, chaining me to the crusty brick wall of the packhouse’s basement prison. My vision is slowly becoming blurry from dehydration and starvation. I can barely see my scarred legs and I couldn’t remember how long I have been locked up in this dark place. Suddenly, as I was on the brink of losing my consciousness, the sound of the cell bars opening and the looming shadow of a person from the light outside woke me up. “Ah, what a sight to behold,” the moment I heard her pesky voice, rage took over my exhausted body. I clenched my fists, the nails digging deep in my palms that I am sure were bleeding. Even with my messy long hair covering my face, I felt her bending down before placing her hand fan below my chin and lifting it for me to see her unsightly face. “Oh how the high and mighty Veronica has fallen,” her mocking tone and grin made my stomach churn. She turned and examined my face with a satisfied look, as if she was delighted to witness my sorry state. She definitely is. “I am truly, really, saddened by what happened to you dear. How I wish I could have prevented this,” she gave me her fake sympathy in much exaggeration. “You set me up!” I told her in gritted teeth. “Set you up?” she backed away and placed her hand on her chest, feigning shock with her high tone. “Why would I set my lovely, perfect, daughter up?” My glare sharpened more, the purple glow of my eyes glowed in the shadows of the prison. “You are not my mother!” I yelled, echoes rang inside the four corners of this cold prison. And yet she cackled. She laughed at me. She made sure I understood her mockery. She wanted me to know how much she enjoys tormenting me like this. Then she looked at me straight. “Well, yes! I am surely disowning you now after humiliating our bloodline!” she plastered a wide smirk at me and I snapped with what she said. Our bloodline? Our? She was nothing but my father’s second wife! And she was not a good wife nor a good mother figure for me. She is not part of our clan! I am the only remaining rightful member of our bloodline. Yet after forsaking me she wants to take the title of my lineage next! “You are not a true blood!” I flailed even despite being held back by the rattling heavy chains on me. I did not care if I broke my bones or if I lost my voice. I shouted at her, “You will never be!” She rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively, “Oh please,” her eyes scanned my state up and down. “You have too much pride for a fallen Luna.” I clenched my teeth and bit my tongue. I was trembling. But not in fear. I am trembling with anger, wrath that seeps through my skin so deep right now. She turned her back at me and started heading towards the cell bars again. “I think you should worry for yourself, darling,” she spoke again and turned her face to the side. I couldn’t make up her image from the corner where I was at but her wicked smile is still very evident. Then, she left with the following words, “Take care… At least for the remaining short time of your sad and pathetic life.” The next time I opened my eyes was when they were unchaining me. My old subordinates who cannot even look me in the eye right now. I used to be their ruler and here I am now being dragged like a criminal. It is what everyone thinks of me. Or at least most of them. Others who might think I am innocent are turning a blind eye to this, too afraid to speak or get kicked out of the pack. I have no one. Even after I dedicated my entire life for our pack, in the end, no one stood by me. I really am pathetic. As I was being guided out of the cell, I noticed how dark it was. It must be late at night. I could sense people outside as we climbed the stairs. I tried my best not to stumble even as I felt my legs wanting to give up. I will not give them what they want. I would never let them see me fall to my knees. Not even until my last breath. We reached the opening of the entrance and I could see the moonlight. It gave me a split second of relief but just before I could let out a short sigh. There they were. Standing together, side by side. Like they did nothing wrong. Like they did not conspire for this. Maybe I was too naive. Maybe I wanted things to work out so much that I ignored the signs. I should have known. I was too gullible, too much of an optimist. And it led to my ruin. I could say I have no one to blame but myself, except I do have someone to blame. I could blame the two people who I never expected to betray me. I could blame the stepsister I trusted and the man I gave my heart to. My Alpha. At least he was supposed to be my Alpha. Now I just get disgusted with the thought of it. My wolf growled inside me. I wanted to shift. I wanted to lash out. But I am trapped. The chains that they used on me are laced with wolfsbane. I cannot shift even if I wanted to and even if I did, the whole pack would stand against me. Because tonight, they are going to sacrifice me and have me killed. This is how I will die.Veronica’s POV“For the sin of stealing the virren moonstone and attempting to kill the Five Elders by poison, here stands Veronica Crysmorra, former Vameer, and Luna of the pack to receive her divine punishment.”There was utter silence. I thought that my heart would beat fast in fear for my fate but perhaps I am too dead inside to feel any of it. Everyone was looking at me— in disdain, disappointment, anger, and many other things.I stood in the middle of the platform. There were no stars in the sky and the moon is now behind the gray clouds. I tuned out the declaration of the rest of the damnation ritual. I couldn't care less. After all, it will just end up with me getting beheaded or burned alive.Just in time, I heard the footsteps of someone coming towards me. I knew to whom it belonged. My hearing may be weakened in my state right now but I could recognize him. Colton Vameer.My Alpha. My husband. Ex-husband, given that he will now be replacing me. He stared at me for a long
Veronica’s POV“This is for the best. You will be helping the pack and repenting for your mistakes at the same time,” I avoided Jade’s attempt of caressing my face.“Quit pretending to be a good stepmother. There is no audience now,” I told her.“I just wanted to comfort you, dear,” she said and I clenched my fists so that I could ignore her existence inside this closed space.We are in a covered wagon as they escort me, still chained, towards the agreed meeting place. I was told that the exchange would be held there.All I understood was that I would be a peace offering for the treaty. Long ago, Eviera was on par with the Helios pack. But our pack experienced a decline in recent years. We fell off with the Helios pack and with the power that they accumulated now, our pack cannot stand against theirs so we remain in the shadows to avoid conflict given our ugly history. It was not clear what the exact cause of the bad blood was but we were not able to patch up with them for 20 years.
Veronica's POVWhat awaits me on the other side could be hell.I am not sure what to expect when they told me that I will be sacrificed and sent to the Helios pack for the treaty. So far, they have yet to kill me.At first, I thought that we would be treading the cold on foot. Or maybe just me, as a punishment or initiation but I was shocked to see that there was a carriage waiting once we crossed the river. They gestured for me to hop in so I did.“Do not look through the windows,” the gruff voice of one of the three representatives of the Helios clan told me. I still could not make out their faces because my eyes are really blurry now, my headache is becoming worse.I said no complaints and simply followed them. I am still gauging how they act, I don’t want to make a mistake and suddenly anger them. I am on thin ice.For a second, escaping crossed my mind but I knew that it would be too risky. I am not in my best condition and even if I manage to pull it off somehow, I wouldn’t know
Veronica's POVThe days passed by quickly in my new reality. It was the opposite of what I expected.It has been five days and I have recovered somehow. I am still pretty much a prisoner and I have not attempted to escape. I don't think I have the capacity yet. Besides, I have no concrete plan. I do not exactly have allies to lean on so my best option is to stay here for the meantime. Free food, free lounging.They are generous. I had a couple of clothes to change into and the food was good. You could tell that they are abundant in resources that even a prisoner like me gets a quality meal.I don’t really have anything to do around here all day. I can’t exactly roam around outside. So I sit on the bed every day. Stare at the ceiling. Get mad and try to sleep. Wake up to get mad again.A hobby I picked up, however, is eavesdropping. That sounded weird but I had no other entertainment. My heightened hearing came back on the third day and I used it right away.Their pack is loud with so
Veronica's POV It became a habit. The nameless man with red eyes kept visiting me every night from then on. “The mask is stupid,” I glared at him. “You are not a child playing superheroes.” He chuckled. God, I hate his chuckle. “I have to keep the mystery going y’know,” he tilted his head on his hand as he sat on the couch across from me. I don’t need to see past the mask to know the shitty grin he definitely has on. “Didn't know you were so interested in me. I am flattered.” His red eyes were playful and heavy. The weight of his stares could be felt through my bones, like he was staring at my soul yet I cannot read his mind. “Not all interest is a compliment,” I told him with a frown. It has been three days. At first, I tried interrogating him especially when he came back the night after I confronted him with a mask on. He was evasive and he was just dismissing my questions. I had no choice but to let it go. However, I have never stopped speculating who he is. Right now, I
Veronica’s POV Something shifted in the way they treat me. “Anything I request for?” I eyed him with furrowed brows. “Yes,” the pack Beta Eamon, as he finally introduced himself to me earlier, answered in a monotonous voice. “What if I will only eat boiled virgin rabbit soup from the Highlands of the South?” I asked. I bet he is a strict general in their pack because I watched how hard he fought back rolling his eyes. Tough guy. It was quite amusing. “Then we will procure you the boiled virgin rabbit soup from the Highlands of the South,” he answered with an evident grudge. I held back a snicker but grinned widely after successfully messing with him. This is my first genuine big smile since my life went down the drain. I don’t know what changed but I will not poke around a blessing and risk jinxing it. “I would very much like a big bowl of lasagna and a medium-rare ribeye steak with a tub of sundae of all possible ice cream flavors with lots of sprinkles, chocolate syrup and m
Veronica’s POV All eyes were on me. Even without my heightened hearing as a werewolf, I could feel the deafening silence and hear the way everyone held their breath once they realized my presence. There were no announcements. I have a new scent that all of them would pick up quite easily. Because I am an outsider. Because I don't belong here. I stuck out like a sore thumb. The towering figure of a man around 6’3 ft tall approached me. It took me a second before I recognized him. He had a buzzcut with his large body. His steps were heavy. Eamon, the pack’s Beta. The Alpha’s right hand man. He stopped in front of me, his back was on his pack and uttered, “Come follow me.” It almost echoed through the entire hall. That is how unsettling the silence was. I cannot pick up the smell of everyone but again, even without my lycan senses, the air is filled with too much tension. Eamon suddenly turned to face the awaiting crowd of his pack members. He was frowning and in a strict voice,
Veronica’s POV Time passed and Red Eyes didn’t visit for a while until tonight. I was glaring at him as he stood in front of me. I had my arms crossed over my chest. He stood tall. Probably around a ridiculous height of 6’5 ft. It was an estimate. He was wearing long sleeves that hugged his skin. It was annoying. He knows he has a good figure, broad shoulders, strong biceps, hard muscles— I cleared my throat and rolled my eyes to avoid my gaze. The lamp looks really interesting, I never noticed. And okay, let’s just say he is distracting. Annoyingly. Really annoying. Maybe because I haven't seen him in a while. “Such a warm welcome,” he jests and moves to catch my line of sight. I continued avoiding him. “Why are you here?” I asked in a harsh tone and turned my back on him. For some reason, I started fixing the pillows on the bed. Its pillowcases are creased and I was smoothing them out. He is disturbing me. “You missed me?” I flinched when I felt him standing very close behind