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,
Chapter 25 - King’s Dilemma"Any news of Antler’s whereabouts?" King Maxton asked, his voice steady as he leaned against the balcony railing. The cold breeze brushed against his face, but his focus was on the figure moving gracefully in the garden below. Georgia wandered through the flowers, occasionally pausing to admire a bloom or two, before turning her attention to the maze."They are still searching in the Northern Capital, but there have been no sightings yet," Tanner replied, his tone reflecting the frustration they both felt. Despite all their resources, Antler had managed to vanish without a trace.Maxton nodded, his gaze never leaving Georgia. "And the footage of Georgia?" he added, the question laced with an undercurrent of urgency."It is untraceable," Tanner admitted,
Chapter 26 - Defiant NoMaxton stood in the hallway outside Georgia’s room, his hand hesitating over the doorknob. After his conversation with Tanner, he felt compelled to spend more time with her, to try to understand the woman she is and to understand what he truly feels towards her, to determine his next course of action. It was his way of searching for answers in the midst of his confusion, or perhaps it was something deeper — something he was reluctant to admit, even to himself.Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly on the door before opening it. Georgia was sitting by the window, her gaze fixed on the gardens below, where she had explored the night before. She turned her head slightly at the sound of the door, offering him a soft, almost automatic smile that did not quite reach her eyes.“Good morning,” Maxton greeted, stepping into the room. “I was thinking we could go for a walk today. Get some fresh air.”Georgia nodded, standing gracefully. “Of course. That sounds nice.”