It was as though my brain couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening, I knew what that device had the power to do and saw first hand what it felt like to be on the other end. There were many times I would need to beg my father to stop causing his prisoners so much harm and if he was simply going to kill them, put them out of their misery and not drag it on for them to feel even more pain. Most times my father wouldn’t listen and Hadwin was forced to drag me out of the room worried that I would vex my father so much he’d turn around and use it on me! But there were a small handful of times he actually, listened to me. I didn’t know if he was just feeling nicer those days or actually listened to me, but he’d let the person go, well in his way anyway. My breathing was fast and panicked as I watched Archer pace the little room with the weapon in his hand, as though he was mocking me in a sense. With a smirk, I knew he could see I was very much aware of what was in his hand and what th
The way Archer walked up and down the room felt more threatening than anything, he had a weapon in his hands which could kill anyone in a matter of minutes and here I was chained to a chair not being able to fight him off. I knew he told me he’d never use such a device on me but how do I know that? Each time I keep turning down his requests to mark me, I see him grow even more angrier than before. “Now Fern, I believe we’ve had enough back and forth on this matter and little Harriet over here does not have the strength to endure another zap from this especially, now I have increased the power.” He smiled in such a dark tone playing with the device in his hand whilst turning it on, lighting bolt type flashes begin to erupt from the device lighting up the room. “This is the last time I’m going to ask, my little Fern, can I mark you?” He asked taking backward steps to stand beside Harriet, who didn’t even have the strength in her body to hold her head up. In this moment I should ha
Moments continue to go by as I remained in my delirious state, I didn’t know much about marking as my mother never had the chance to explain things such as a mother should, but I knew you can remain in a high like state for hours after marking. This is due to your mate pouring your body with his toxins and many other substances which only allow your wolves to begin to make some deeper connections with each other. As your body didn’t have any warning that such things were happening, it sends you into a dream like state as it attempts to regulate your levels once again. Archer seemed to enjoy that I was now unable to open my mouth and deliver him some snarky comment or even stop his attempts to draw closer to me and was taking full advantage of that. Laying beside me on the bed, he caresses my cheek with his thumb, a few soft kisses getting placed on my cheek and neck while I lay there with the world spinning around me. But I hated to admit it, him being this close whilst I was in a s
As I stood in my place with the rippling feeling of sickness, I wondered if this was the mark continuing to do havoc on my body once again, but the feelings weren’t the same. In that moment, I felt as though I was going to pass out but also, throw my guts up at any moment. Having to place my hand to rest on the wall behind me to keep me up, I begin to panic a little unknowing of what was happening and if I was sick in some capacity. I didn’t even take the time to look at what Archer would be doing, my eyes tightly shut as I hoped I would slowly begin to feel better. “This is happening due to you refusing to eat or drink a single thing since arriving here! The mark which mate has placed on your neck has taken the last of the nutrients from your body, you need to eat!” My wolf demands in my head but at least was giving me the explanation as to why I felt this way, but the way she said would make me feel better, I didn’t want. “No! If I finally, accept the food and drink from Arche
Jolting awake from my sleep, I discovered I was no longer in the room that Archer had set up for me, but to my utter surprise, I was somewhere else I knew very well, my own bedroom back home. Feeling utter shock rippling through me, I get to my feet and jump up from bed, the destination clear in my mind, I needed to find my family. Running out of my door and down the stairs of the pack house, I rush into my father's office finding him and Hadwin having some kind of conversation over his desk. “Great for you to finally, join us Fern, it took you long enough.” My father grumbled before looking back down at the papers in his hands, Hadwin sending me one of his smiles before turning back to our father, but neither of their reactions to me made any sense. “Aren’t you guys happy or even surprised to see me, it’s been days?” I ask looking at both of them with shocked expressions, whilst Hadwin just turns to look at me with such confusion on his face. “What are you talking about Fern,
When I awoke in the morning, I had never felt so drained in my life even though I had been asleep for so many hours. The more I thought on the matter, the more I realised I wasn’t physical drained but mentally. These past few days had been a lot, my mind having to consume so much information whilst my heart hurt so much due to missing my family, this sending my emotions on a downward spiral. Pushing myself over to sit by the huge window in the room, I bring my knees up to my chest and watch as the many pack members get on with their days. What I couldn’t wrap my head around was how normal they all looked, none of them seemed to be the way I thought they would be. Growing up and hearing from my father what this pack was like and what they had done to my mother, I had always pictured this pack being a dark, decrepit, evil looking place where each person is as merciful as the next. None of them seeming to care about anyone else but themselves and this pack, a dark cloud hanging over
Archer stood in his office with his arms crossed over his chest, the information that he learnt about his mate but also, the complete unknown of what his mate was hiding had been swirling around his head all night. But that was not the only pressing matter at hand, he and Emmett had just returned from an important meeting regarding his mate and the oncoming attacks from her old pack his spies have found out, each official advising him of what they believe should be done. Some say invade whilst others suggest using Fern as a piece treaty, neither side agreeing and only shouting abuse from one side of the table to the other. Emmett sat on one of the chairs looking through even more records to see if there was any way he could look more into Fern, but he kept coming back with nothing. Archer was more than determined to learn the truth, no matter how many bricks walls they hit. “I don’t understand why you simply don’t ask Fern why there is so much secrecy regarding her and her life?”
Harriet returned a half an hour later telling me I needed to get ready, at first, I kept protesting as I thought if I’m simply staying in this room all day and only her and Archer will get to see me, what’s the point of putting any effort in? But she insisted and pulled me into the bathroom to help with my hair, telling me she had the perfect idea for my hairstyle. I could see in her eyes that she knew something but each time that I would ask, she would simply play dumb and not tell me a thing. This only leading me to question what Archer may have wanted to see her about, is this why she arrived and was so keen for me to get ready? After doing my hair and handing me some fresh clothes, she excuses herself and leaves me alone in the room with my own thoughts again. The main one which was swirling around my head was what could be happening, why was Harriet acting so shady after her meeting with Archer? Was she told of what was about to happen but not allowed to tell me for some reas
Once Alexander was chained up, we’re led off into one of the back rooms of the 7th floor, a place I assumed was for the guards when they needed a break whilst working down here. It was in much better condition than the cells outside, even a heater sat on the side which had been turned off due to Alexander being brought in, there wasn’t a single puddle in sight on the floor whereas back in the main section, puddles of old water are all you can see. Alexander was placed down on one of the tables, his chains wrapped around the table leg so he could sit with them on the table in front of him but not enough to moved. The King had to step out to speak with one of the guards which left Alexander and I alone with the guard which had been following us around in case anything was to happen. As I took my seat at the other side of the table, I watch Alexander looking down at the floor under him, his entire body shaking uncontrollably from the shivers of how cold he was. I know he’d done such
My breath hitched in my throat as the darkness of the 7th floor truly showcased itself to me, I am not only referring the little light which could be seen dangling from the ceiling, but the sick feeling which clung to each wall. The smell alone from me simply standing in the elevator made me want to vomit, the stories regarding the flooding of the cells I was seeing first hand may not have been stories after all, the portent smell of stagnant water mixed with the unmissable smell of death and faeces even had the King screw his face up a little placing his hand to his nose as though that would offer some kind of blockade. “This way.” The guard leading us through this hell hole said, now also grasping a flashlight in his hand and switching it on, this light seeming to ignite slight chaos down in the cells before us. Loud screams, shouts and clanking of metal from the cells echoed through the tunnel like system, one I was about to walk right in the centre of. Following behind the g
Once we arrived back at our pack, Hadwin, Emmett and Archer all stood waiting in his office, the same word of warning that we only had an hour and I was to give Archer many updates as to what was happening, was given to me before I left. Whilst the King and I set off for the dungeon, neither of us going to speak as I guided him out of the pack house and towards the dungeons. This was the first time he and I have been alone at all, even when I was a child my parents hid me away from him and ensured he never seen me even once. I mean he was the man who had sent men over to kill my mother, even though he relentlessly tells me how it’s something he wished he never did all of these years later. He was the one who put not only my family, but the entire pack into such a dark and sinister place, once my mother left, the pack we all used to know, and love was gone. While he could live it up in the palace, we were forced to live in nothing but sadness, grief and resentment. “Have you decide
As soon as I had stated who in which the King was planning to see, Archer’s eyes turned dark with hatred and anger at even the thought of his father. “Absolutely not, my father is being held under a zero-visitation order, no person is allowed to speak with him apart from myself.” Archer spoke in such a low growl telling the King he wasn’t getting what he wanted, which I could tell greatly angered the King. “I am the King, I can and will speak to whoever I please.” The King growled back switching right into the man I had always thought him to be, the one who when he doesn’t get what’s he wants, gets rather angry and with experience, deadly. “When this individual is being held within the borders of my pack, that is no longer the case. If we are talking statues in my pack, I am the King.” Archer growls in response, his Alpha tone sending shivers down my spine which in his anger filled rage, I could tell he enjoyed. “Not if I send my men over to your pack to take your father.” The
Now that I had woken up, my heart still raced as though I was running some kind of marathon, but with Archer beside me whispering to help me calm down, I felt it slow. But the King’s comment regarding the odd glass ball in my hand still wasn’t making sense, how can some ball of glass help me win the war against those terrifying beasts? “What do you mean, how is this going to help me?” I ask once I fully calmed down a little, sitting up on the sofa whilst Archer took his seat beside me, the King simply smiled watching me. “Not only that one but the countless I had made leading up to the war, even though I do not doubt the wonders of your powers for a moment, these will help you regain your strength.” The King explained walking over as I handed him back the ball, which he soon smiled studying more closely. “From the outside it seems as though it could be some inexpensive décor piece of some sort, but it is what I had put inside it which really makes it unique. With the progress yo
Archer sat with his hands together and his leg bouncing as he waited in anticipation for Fern to return, he didn’t want to leave her, but she assured him she wouldn’t be long and asked him to keep an eye on their special guest, which Archer ensured he watched every move that man made. Hadwin sat at his desk also staring at the King, he was like his father, didn’t like or trust this man at all for what he not only did to his mother but what he was planning to do with his sister. To him, Fern was much too trusting of people sometimes, they’ll sweet talk her a load of nonsense and make her believe they have the best of intentions. He knew that was exactly what the King would attempt to do. But for the King, he had dealt with the eyes of judgment or resentment for most of his reign, there will always be someone who simply does not like authority and his status represents that. So having the off stares from two Alpha’s didn’t faze him in the slightest as he walked around the office wit
Once arriving back to Hadwin’s new pack house and finding some of my old clothes from when I lived here, I make my way through the maze of hallways which I had worried I wouldn’t recognise due to the rebuilt but to my shock but also delight, the corridors seemed to match the house I had grown up in nearly to a T, even my bedroom was in the same place! As I reached the lobby, I had to stop dead in my tracks and stare at the portrait which sat right in the centre of the lobby. It was a photo I hadn’t seen before but one that brought a tear to my eye. It was of my mother and father back before neither me nor Hadwin were born, it was at their rehearsal dinner for their wedding, my mother wore a beautiful white dress whilst my father was decked out in one of his suits. Looking into their eyes and seeing how happy they were, it made everything that’s happened worth it in a sense. They were so happy when they were together and even though it cuts deeper than I would have expected, I know w
The service for my father went on without a hitch, Hadwin took the stage and gave a beautiful speech about our father and the incredible father he was and how he strived to be even half the Alpha he was. My hand remained in Archer’s the entire time, who would send me a little squeeze whenever he sensed that my sadness was starting to boil. Our unexpected guest also sat there quietly listening, Archer sure to send him a few looks every now and then to let him know even though this was my father's funeral, he wasn’t letting his guard down. Before long, we were all stood in my mother's memorial garden laying my father to rest right beside her, we know it’s what he would have wanted, and I was beyond honoured to have done it for him. As I stood to the side watching as everyone took their roses and threw them in where my fathers coffin sat, my eyes welled with tears as I gazed realising, I would never see my father again, a realisation which hadn’t hit until this moment. A hand slowly
I stood there more annoyed than anything whilst Hadwin, turned his head to see who had arrived before a deadly growl leaves his lips and I’m pulled to stand behind him. His action only making a chuckle leave the man’s lips. “You, Alpha Hadwin, are very much like your father.” The King chuckled walking closer to the steps where we were stood at the top, his hand on the buttons of his suit jacket seeming to not have a care in the world. “And you, Luna Fern, look every part your mother's daughter, it’s as though I’m looking her in the eyes and not yourself. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance after all of this time, that mate of yours did not appreciate me in your pack.” The King laughed now turning his attention to me stood behind my rather angry brother, but now he had brought up Archer, he was the only person I wanted to ask for help. “Before you mind-link that mate of yours, how about you and I have a chat?” The King asked as though he knew what I was about to do, which onl