“Rise and shine!”
Leila feels someone throwing her duvet off her body before she hears the shrill voice that follows, Carmela’s voice.
She immediately sits up and wears a cold look. She has been wondering when Carmela would show up to torment her.
At last the day is finally here.
“What do you want, Carmi?” Leila asks in a straight tone.
Carmela places her index finger on her lip, squinting her eyes and smiling coyly down at Leila with a pout on her lips.
“Hmmmm, what do I want? Well, none of that matters, the Alpha has instructed me to take utmost care of you while he’s away and I’m going to give it my all,” Carmela replies in a cheerful tone.
“Away?” Leila retorts, her heartbeat suddenly increasing. “What do you mean ‘away’? Where is Tatum?&rd
“What is going on here?”Carmela’s face is wrath with annoyance when she enters the kitchen and sees Leila cooking.She particularly instructed the guards not to let Leila out of the room, she has to remain confined until she says otherwise.Tatum left her in charge even though Leila is still the Luna and Tatum promised to engage her when he returns.Nothing gives her greater pleasure.“What does it look like? I’m cooking,” Leila replies in a monotonous voice, not even turning to acknowledge Carmela’s presence and it stings Carmela.She ignores Leila and turns to the bodyguard standing with her inside the kitchen. One of the men stationed at the door of Leila’s room.“Do you want to explain what the Luna is doing out of her room?” She asks the guard, her scowl vividly showi
“Leila, why are you so hellbent on making me look bad?” Carmi asks in an accusatory tone, standing above Leila where she’s lying on the bed.Three other omegas are also in the room with them, each holding a tray containing food.“It’s been three days, three days and you have refused anything but water. Do you want to starve yourself to death? The Alpha left you under my care, what will he say if he comes back to you thin and sickly.”Leila gently raises her head up to look at Carmela but she doesn’t reply, feeling terribly weak.Has it been three days already? She didn’t even know.She cannot eat Carmela
When Leila comes to, she is surprised to see herself lying on the bed, instead of the floor where she collapsed.An intravenous drip is connected to her arm and she pulls it off, gazing around but she's alone in the room.Her body feels more energised than when she collapsed and her hunger pangs are gone.Her heart thuds and she places a hand over her stomach, feeling worried for her baby. Whatever Carmela wanted to give to her must already be in her system by now.She has to find a way to leave this house as soon as possible, she needs to escape, but how?[Leila, the werewolf games are in three days, does the Alpha’s curfew stop you from attending to
Curtis drops Leila and he and Amanda quickly shift back into their wolf form with their backs turned to Carmela, to conceal their identity.“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the games?” Leila asks Carmela, the shock clear in her widened blue eyes and her hurried tone.Carmela scoffs. “Did you really think your pathetic plan to get away would go by me?”“So you left the pack unrepresented and for what, to keep me a prisoner? I already gave you the power to be Luna. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, to take back what’s rightfully yours?” Leila asks sharply, her eyes brimming with annoyance, the sound of her voice rising.“
Of course Carmela twisted the entire thing with their lies and Tatum believes her. Leila just stood by, unable to even get a word in, not that if she did, it would matter anyway, Tatum always believes everything Carmela says.Why is she not at the werewolf games?According to Carmela, she has been begging Leila to go for days but Leila refused, saying she won’t step an inch out of the room.She even begged Leila for permission to go and represent the pack but Leila refused and scolded her.Why are they in the tunnels, why was Carmela in her wolf form and why does she have a cut on her?Rogues, it was rogues who kidnapped Leila, taking advantage of the
The night was eerie and dark, the hoots of the owls sounding through the dense forest path, the trees hummed a melodic yet scary hum until the forest’s rhythm was broken by the loud painful grunt of a man.Dry blood coated every inch of his skin like a tattoo even as crimson red liquid spilled out of a wound from his torso, running down his legs who despite their tiredness refused to stop running.It was Tatum and securely clutched in his arms was a pouch and in it was a young sprout of the dry scorpion lily.Getting it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.Getting into the enemy pack and securing the herb was the easy part but because of how rare they are, they had the place boobie trapped and he was struck
“Get out! Get out! I don’t want to see you, I hate you!”Leila screams at Tatum the moment he enters her room after she leaves the tunnel.Tatum pauses, smiling warmly at her, she has every right to be mad at him, he deserves it. His only hope is that after today, he at least gets a chance to make it up to her.This rift between them is tearing his heart apart more than she can ever know but it’s also made him realise how hard life can be without her, without the warmth from her.As Luna, she makes being Alpha so easy, as a wife, she makes being a husband so loving and as a friend, she makes being her friend so comforting.
“No!….”Horror fills Tatum’s voice as he rushes to the broken vial on the floor, his eyes wide in utter disbelief as he kneels above it.A sharp pain squeezes his heart as he watches the liquid spill out onto the floor, the shards of broken glass look whole compared to his broken heart.Tears tug his eyes and he blinks for the single tear drop to run down, feeling completely helpless and devastated.Why…..What does he do now?Does he start all over again?He scampers on his knees to the mattress
Trent scoffs, “I am not afraid of death. We all will die someday and from how I see it, things worked out quite well for Carmela in the end because of my actions. She is the queen of the kingdom. That is power that you can never taste and there’s nothing you can do to bring her down from there,” he chuckles sinisterly.“You’re so pathetic and deluded you don’t even see that she is living in a bubble that can burst at any moment. She has a noose hanging around her neck, ready to be yanked up at any moment and with such a lie hanging over her head, I’m sure she can’t even sleep peacefully at night, why would I want to stop my enemy from an eternal life of fear and suffering,” Leila scoffs nonchalantly, “by all means, she should continue living her life of misery in the palace.”“Bullshit! Like you didn’t want the king for yourself at some point. Admit it Leila, you’re jealous that she is living a life of luxury far beyond your reach.”Trent’s words hit a spot and Leila frowns. She is no
“Luna,” the guard guarding Trent in prison, bows to Leila as he opens the cell door for her. “Thank you,” Leila replies, peeking into the dark cell before turning back to the guard, “leave us.” The guard bows and makes his exit and Leila steps into the cell and flicks the light on to see Trent clearly. He is hanging from two adjustable rods welded into the ceiling with the silver cuffs around his wrist fastened to the rods to suspend him from the floor. The rods are adjusted in such a way that he is not suspended too far from the floor and his toes can graze the floor below if he stretches downwards to get some respite from hanging but that will only tighten the hold of the silver around his wrist causing him even more pain and below him is not the concrete floor but a large basin of wolfsbane so whether he continues to hang or tries to drop, torture awaits him. “Ahh…I was wondering when you would come to gloat,” Trent says with his head bent down, unable to lift it up to look a
Later that evening, after deciding on the date and time to execute Trent, Leila goes to visit her mother and is surprised to see an even larger crowd than the one that gathered at the packhouse outside her mother’s house. She steps out of her car and immediately she is approached by a group. “What’s going on?” She asks, scanning the crowd and seeing her mother in the middle with tears falling from her eyes. Leila’s heart immediately races, fearing the worst. She dashes towards the crowd, not waiting for a reply to her initial question, ignoring the greetings of people until she gets to her mother. “Mom, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Her mom sweeps her into a tight hug, sobbing hard, “thank you Leila, thank you.” The tension in Leila’s heart deflates but the confusion in it lingers even though she hugs her mom back. “We are so happy that the truth came out Luna. For so long, many believed the lies of that traitor Trent that your mother killed your father, we can’t imagine how ha
Leila’s men drag Trent out of the house, two of them holding him tight. Another one immediately lodges two syringes full of wolfsbane into his neck, both to weaken him and to stop him from mindlinking anyone. The fourth one opens the car door but one of them holding Trent frowns, “we should parade him round the pack before throwing his ass in jail.” “Sounds like a good idea to me,” the other replies, slamming handcuffs on Trent’s hand behind his back before he kicks him down. “You imbeciles, you’ll pay for this,” Trent says, groaning in pain, the wolfsbane having immediate effect on him. “Shut up,” one of the men throws a hard fist at Trent's face and splits his lip open and blood gushes. Another one yanks Trent up by his collar and gives him a cold stare, “if anyone is going to pay for anything, it’s you who will pay for your crimes,” he drives his fist into Trent’s torso making Trent squirm in pain before pushing him forward, leading away from the old Alpha house. A crowd start
“How is this possible?” Trent asks in shock, unwilling to believe what his eyes just witnessed. Adaline has been laying in a pool of her own blood with wounds all over. How is she fucking healed? And Darren has him pinned to the floor. Did he suddenly recover from his illness? He looks sharply at Leila, getting a thought as the blue aura emanating from her slowly starts to dim. Is she the one behind this? Does she have some kind of healing power? “Are you okay, Father?” Leila asks Darren, slowly walking towards him, her heart full of relief and gratitude. She has no idea what happened or why that powerful aura burst forth from her but something tells her that it has something to do with Trent’s recovery. “Never been better,” Darren applies more pressure to keeping Trent in place, “I think whatever happened with you just now healed me, I feel so young and strong.” Leila blinks and tears roll down the corner of her eyes. She immediately mindlinks some of her trusted warriors and fo
“No…” Trent’s voice is filled with terror upon seeing Leila, “you shouldn’t be here, you should be dead.” Leila sneers at him, “you think you’re one step ahead of me with your plotting and scheming to have me sent to the palace so you could get rid of me but the problem with being a step ahead is that you leave steps behind and you never know what’s going on behind you.” “Bullshit!” Trent growls, his eyes red and full of murderous intent as he stares at Leila. “You made a very foolish decision coming back here, your plan should have included you running for your dear life just like your cowardly husband because now I’m going to kill you myself, then I’ll kill this old fool and his wife. Nothing will stop me from my destiny.” Leila grinds her teeth, feeling so much anger inside of her from Trent’s words but she manages to keep the anger away from her eyes and her voice becomes sullen like someone riddled with fear from Trent’s threat. “Why? Why are you doing all of this?” She backs
Trent quickly tries to move out of the way but he’s not fast enough and her claws tear into his cheek, making him yell in pain. She’s been behind the door the whole time listening to the conversation between him and her husband and the more Trent revealed the depth and treachery of his schemes, the more she hated herself. She was Carmela’s number one supporter. All those things she did to Leila, all the many times that she made the poor girl’s life hell, it was because of this man and his evil deeds. “You bastard,” Adaline growls, charging at him again, taking another swipe at his face but this time, Trent blocks her attack and shoves her back. He wipes the speck of blood on his already healing face and rubs it on his finger. “I’d ask your husband to put you under control but seeing as he is not fit to carry out his manly duties, I’ll do it myself.” He throws a punch at Adaline but she ducks underneath it and kicks the back of his leg, making him stagger forward. “You don’t dese
Darren already knows this so it does not come as much of a surprise to him but he never thought Trent would openly admit his atrocity, which makes him gaze at Trent with a bit of surprise in his eyes. Trent scoffs, reading the look on Darren’s face and he smirks. “I’ll admit that I had a little bit of luck with the drunk old witch, finding out what the phoenix mark was going to look like from the prophecy before anyone else. After consulting with my own witch, it wasn’t hard to discover who was most likely to be the real phoenix Luna. Imagine my anger when I found out it could be Henry’s daughter. I was livid. “I wanted to wipe out the entire family that day when I killed him but he wounded my wolf before I could take his life. Leila wasn’t even there and I was too weak to take out his wife but I figured I’d spare them and let his family watch as I stole their destiny, just like he stole mine. All I had to do was put the beautiful mark on my daughter and present her to you all. Oh,
Trent watches from a distance as Leila’s car drives out of the pack and he picks up his phone and dials a number. “She’s enroute, make it look like an accident.” He ends the call and licks his lips, still staring as the car becomes as tiny as a dot in the distance and an evil smirk adorns his lips. It’s time to take what should have belonged to him all these years. “Take me to the old Alpha’s house,” he instructs his driver, cracking his knuckles and his neck like a fighter getting ready for some action. “How art the mighty fallen,” Trent mocks Darren who is lying in bed, shivering and covered with two thick blankets, his eyes pale and as red as blood and he can even barely keep them open. “The once great Alpha Darren the ruthless,” he shakes his head pitifully, “look at how pathetic you have become. This is what you get from deciding to surround yourself with weaklings!” He yanks the top blanket of Darren’s body. “No Trent, stop…” Darren weakly reaches out to grab the blanket b