Chapter 17 - Captured to Weaponize“Ah, you are awake,” a man's voice crackled through the hidden speakers.Georgia blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the harsh light of the room. Everything around her was a solid color of white, there were no windows, only sealed vents, and just a small cubicle with a toilet and bath in a corner, and a single bed with sheets as white as the walls around her. The light blue scrub suit she wore was the only bit of color provided. But what really drew her attention was the wall with the one way mirror. She could see her reflection, but she could feel that someone was on the other side, watching her, observing her. She walked toward the mirror and tapped her forefinger, assessing if she could break it someday, somehow.“Where am I?” she demanded, her voice rough from disuse, echoing slightly in the empty space as she turned and roamed her eyes around. And she was fully aware now that her eyes had been uncovered, revealed to everyone watching behind t
Chapter 18 - Kill, Show Us BloodWith a surge of defiance, Georgia’s eyes flared, and she focused on the tray of instruments. To the shock of the men in the room, the tray lifted into the air, hovering as if guided by invisible hands. Their eyes widened in terror as the syringe filled with Soulbane hovered dangerously close to one of their necks.Behind the one-way mirror, Harrion, Antler, and Sergio stared in amazement at the screen. The raw power Georgia wielded was beyond anything they had imagined, they heard about it in research papers, but to see it in person was something. This was just a taste of it, how much more could she do?“She is incredible,” Sergio muttered, a mix of awe and fear in his voice.Harrion’s grin widened. “Yes, she is. And she is ours now.”The two men inside the room with Georgia took hesitant steps backward, but the door behind them remained closed, trapping them inside with the increasingly dangerous woman.Determined to escape, Georgia turned her focus t
Chapter 19 - The History of Centuries’ Revenge“Good evening, Cousin,” Harrion Bergmont said smoothly, extending his hand as King Maxton approached, his expression unreadable. The room buzzed with the sound of conversations, laughter, and the clinking of glasses, but Harrion’s attention was fixed solely on the Alpha King.Maxton shook his hand, offering a polite smile that did not quite reach his eyes. “Harrion, it is good to see you,” he replied, his tone cordial but reserved. The two men held each other’s gaze for a moment longer than necessary, an unspoken tension lingering between them.As they exchanged pleasantries, Harrion’s mind was already elsewhere. He had attended this dinner for one reason only — to maintain the facade that had taken years to build, centuries even. He had played the part of the loyal cousin, the trusted business partner like his father did, and his grandfather, and another grandfather before it, for far too long, and tonight was no different. Yet, behind t
Chapter 20 - Bloodstone AmuletIn the early days, before the establishment of the royal bloodlines that would come to dominate the werewolf world, the land was a chaotic battleground. Packs clashed constantly, their leaders vying for dominance and control over territories rich with resources and power. It was an era defined by brutal warfare, political intrigue, and a ruthless quest for supremacy. In the midst of this madness, a dark force began to rise, one that would change the course of history and leave a legacy of fear and oppression.The legend of the Bloodstone Amulet begins with a man known as Tharion, a dark alchemist of extraordinary skill and knowledge. Tharion was not born into nobility; he was the son of a healer who served one of the smaller, less powerful packs on the fringes of the Southern Region. From a young age, Tharion showed an aptitude for the arcane, a keen interest in the hidden properties of plants, minerals, and the energies that flowed through all living th
Chapter 21 - The Marionette"Revenge. It was all that remained for them," Harrion Bergmont mused as he stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace, the warmth doing little to thaw the cold. For centuries, his family had harbored a burning resentment against Maxrem and his descendants — a bitterness that had only grown with each passing generation.The throne of the Western Packs had been rightfully theirs, stolen by a family that had dared to cast them into the shadows. From the direct lineage of Cerrati Bergmont had been the rulers, their power unquestioned until the day their cousin Maxrem Bergmont was unanimously chosen and agreed upon by the Bergmont clan and the royal council that he succeeded the throne, this one decision took everything from them. And so, they had vowed to reclaim what was theirs, no matter the cost.But overthrowing a King as powerful as Maxrem as he carried the blood of a Bergmont was no simple task. The Cerrati and Andreno’s families and allies had tr
Chapter 22 - Perfect WeaponHarrion’s heart raced with anticipation as he watched her. The transformation was complete. After countless attempts and doses of the Soulbane drug, Georgia had finally become the hollow shell he needed her to be. She was now his, Harrion's to control, to command, to wield as a weapon against the man who had stolen his rightful throne."Pick up the dagger," Harrion Bergmont ordered, his voice smooth, almost gentle. On a nearby table, a gleaming silver dagger lay within reach, its blade sharp and deadly. Without a moment's hesitation, Georgia reached out, her fingers closing around the hilt of the dagger. There was no emotion in her movements, no indication that she understood the gravity of what she was doing. She was a vessel, a tool, devoid of will and thought."Now," Harrion Bergmont continued, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward slightly, "stab the next person to you."For a brief moment, the room seemed to freeze. The scientists held their breath,
Chapter 23 - WelcomedKing Maxton, who had been pacing the room, paused, his heart racing with a mix of emotions. Relief, joy, and a nagging sense of unease all competed for dominance. He had feared the worst, that Georgia had been lost to him forever, but now, she was coming.When the SUV finally pulled up to the entrance of the palace, Maxton was already there, waiting. The door opened, and Georgia stepped out, her covered eyes with sunglasses locked on his as she approached."Georgia," Maxton breathed, stepping forward, his gaze locked on her. There was a hesitation in his movement, as if something was holding him back.“I heard you were looking for me,” Georgia uttered.“You can see,” Maxton trailed, testing, wondering, surprise no longer existed, and Georgia removed her sunglasses, her silver eyes fixed on his.Maxton was momentarily speechless as he gazed into Georgia’s silver eyes, their cold, striking color unlike anything he had ever seen. He was amazed, but the history betwe
Chapter 24 - Suspicion"Something is not right."Maxton paced back and forth in his private study, his thoughts bothered, racing like a whirlwind. His eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched tightly as he replayed the strange interactions with Georgia in his mind. The woman who had once been a fiery force, someone who was strong willed and had the guts to reject him without thinking of the consequences, someone he had known to be fearless and defiant, now seemed unnervingly calm and compliant. The way she carried herself, her subdued responses, it was all too perfect, too smooth. It did not sit well with him.“Was it because of her silver eyes being revealed?” Maxton muttered to himself, his gaze flicking to the old books scattered across his desk, each one opened to a page referencing the legendary power and allure of the silver eyed werewolves. “Could that be what made her act this way?”But even as he contemplated, his instincts told him it was not just that. There was something more,