"What did you say?!" I flinched at Pularis’s gasp, after I had told him what happened earlier, and my real reason in attending this meeting. “Your new circumstance aside, your reason for meeting with Dingo is very different from what you claimed earlier. And I know you were telling the truth back then.”“I know. And I’m sorry I hid my true intentions from you,” I apologized. “I was just hoping that he would be on my side.”“Because you thought his reason for not visiting you is similar to your friend’s case? From what she has told me, she didn’t know what became of you the past four years. Much less the day you were unjustly arrested.”I sighed as I recalled when I saw Caitlyn again back in the hospital, where I met Pularis. “She never was one for politics,” I mentally pointed out. “Would it matter?” Pularis countered. “Last I recall, you are not just that disgraceful Alpha’s wife; you are the pack’s Luna. Such news would have gotten out, especially if the father really did treasure
Days passed since my divorce with Duncan, and my new life as his slave began. And as to be expected…“You damn slut! Are you trying to hurt her more?!” … It was absolute hell, as Duncan punched me in the face and knocked me down, as well as tossed a mug of hot coffee at me. The mug broke on contact, leaving me with a few light scratches, drenched in the scalding hot beverage, in which I bit back a pained hiss for.“I only gave her what she wanted, and she said she wanted freshly brewed coffee,” I explained, holding back my rage against him.Sadly, my retort did nothing to appease him. Not that I planned on it, as he kicked me down. “You dare talk back to me?! With something as hot as that, you’d scald any dog’s taste buds right out of them!” he scolded. “Moreover, you gave her the coffee black! You should know how she takes her coffee by now, you stupid, outrageous dog!”I clenched my hands in rage at his shout, my blood boiling with each scolds and insults he dared to hit me with. Ju
My eyes widened when I heard those words from Pularis. A response came from his peers? Now?!“W-What did they say?!” I questioned, shooting up to a sitting position.“Classified.”All hope I had was brought down when he gave that response, confusion filling me. “What do you mean ‘classified’?”“Exactly as I mean it. You are not a member of the Council in any way. Even if this investigation involves you somehow, you are not under any obligation to know of the progress. I had been nice enough to inform you of what we do and how progress went, but from here onwards, outsiders like you are not to know of what happens next. Especially not when said outsider is close to the person in question. I’m sorry.”I opened my mouth, trying to reason with him to let me know what was said, but I knew he was right. Even Alphas and Lunas are not to give away any classified information to others so easily. Whether they are connected to the people in question or not. Not only that, but given how I had hid
I didn't know how many times I had thought Duncan wouldn't surprise me anymore with his nonsense, and I didn't know how many times I was proven wrong. That mindset of his? It went way past the level of 'crazy'. As much as I wanted to even push him off me, slap him silly, with how hard he was pressing his foot against my heart and lung, I found it difficult to breathe. My difficulty to breathe started to affect my overall condition, as I tried to push against him, only to feel something else instead. Something painful. I refused to let it show, though. Refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt, and continued to glare at him. Thankfully, he only scoffed at me in disgust, and finally moved his foot away from me, giving me yet another kick to the ribs."Hmph... Worthless," he huffed, taking his leave. "You won't keep that act up for long. I'll see to it that you pay for everything."With that, he left the attic, to my slight relief. One that turned into frustration. Towards
Days passed since my chat with Pularis and Patricia. And if I may say…“How many times must it be told until you get it in that stupid head of yours?!”Nothing has changed. No improvements, no news or updates, nothing. Just more abuse by the hands of one Duncan, who for example was currently dumping hot stew all over me in the dining room. Stew, that was made by the head chef, for lunch. Sometimes, his little entourage- aka Dylan, Ashley, and lesser times Spencer lately- would occasionally jump in whenever they can to get in on the ‘fun’, much to my annoyance and dismay. In fact, his son and soon-to-be new wife were both watching now from the dining table. Enjoying every bit of my silent suffering.“I had told you plenty of times already! Ashley can’t handle hot stuff! And yet, what the hell do you think you’re feeding her?! You’re having fun mocking her for her frail state, aren’t you? The state you put her in!” Duncan demanded.I glared at him, having it up to here with his immaturi
Not long after he made the promise to make me pay, Duncan had me bound- hand behind my back- and dragged me straight to the car, driving me to some place. While he didn't say exactly where to, something told me it couldn't be anywhere good."You're just getting even more ridiculous by the second!" I exclaimed. "You say this is a punishment, but for what, exactly? For saying things as they are? As if you aren't irresponsible enough!""Silence!" Duncan shouted. "I have had enough of all that nonsense coming out of that mouth!""My nonsense? Well, isn't that rich, coming from you," I retorted.My words seemed to have struck hard on him, for I could feel a sudden boost in the speed, pushing me back in my seat.A little while into the ride, as I looked out the window, I noticed a familiar scenery, and realized where we’re going. Dread filled me upon the realization.‘Don’t tell me…’ I thought. ‘Is he really going to kill me? Dump me in with my adopted parents?’The route to the cemetery… I
Susan's POVI huddled in the corner of the cell, knees pulled to my chest, trying to make myself invisible. The sound of heavy boots echoed through the cold concrete, and I tensed. Maria, the prison bully, stopped in front of me."Hey," she sneered, grabbing my tray out of my hands before I could react. "I think you've been keeping my lunch."I tried to hold on to it, but she yanked it away roughly, sending the food spilling to the floor."Please, I’m hungry..." My voice was barely a whisper.Maria slapped me hard across the face, making my cheek sting. "Shut up," she growled. "You're lucky I'm just taking your food." Then, she picked up a handful of rocks from the floor and tossed them at my head.Just then, a little boy rushed up and stood in front of me. "Don't bully my mom!" he shouted.I hugged him tightly, feeling a rush of emotion. "Thank you, Justin." Justin was the child of my only friend in prison. She died when giving birth to Justin so I'd stuck with her son together for f
I didn’t know whether to be fearful or disgusted to see the two demons of my life before me. They who should have no reason to be here, after making it clear that they don’t see me as family. That pain of betrayal was still fresh on my mind, as I clenched my fist in silent rage. The sheer disbelief at their accusations of how I poisoned their ‘precious Ashley’. Adding in how a third party claimed to have seen me prepare the tea for her- when I never even touched the pot- how was I supposed to feel, breathing the same air as these people who ignored my every word, and took faith in all of another’s? After everything I did for them!I felt a small hand hold mine, and looked down to see a confused a slightly frightened Justin looking up at me. All the rage that built up from the memory of my arrest left in an instant as I laid eyes on him, and back at Duncan and Dylan.‘Calm down,’ I told myself. ‘There has to be a good reason why they’re here.’Yes, there has to be a reason for their pr
Not long after he made the promise to make me pay, Duncan had me bound- hand behind my back- and dragged me straight to the car, driving me to some place. While he didn't say exactly where to, something told me it couldn't be anywhere good."You're just getting even more ridiculous by the second!" I exclaimed. "You say this is a punishment, but for what, exactly? For saying things as they are? As if you aren't irresponsible enough!""Silence!" Duncan shouted. "I have had enough of all that nonsense coming out of that mouth!""My nonsense? Well, isn't that rich, coming from you," I retorted.My words seemed to have struck hard on him, for I could feel a sudden boost in the speed, pushing me back in my seat.A little while into the ride, as I looked out the window, I noticed a familiar scenery, and realized where we’re going. Dread filled me upon the realization.‘Don’t tell me…’ I thought. ‘Is he really going to kill me? Dump me in with my adopted parents?’The route to the cemetery… I
Days passed since my chat with Pularis and Patricia. And if I may say…“How many times must it be told until you get it in that stupid head of yours?!”Nothing has changed. No improvements, no news or updates, nothing. Just more abuse by the hands of one Duncan, who for example was currently dumping hot stew all over me in the dining room. Stew, that was made by the head chef, for lunch. Sometimes, his little entourage- aka Dylan, Ashley, and lesser times Spencer lately- would occasionally jump in whenever they can to get in on the ‘fun’, much to my annoyance and dismay. In fact, his son and soon-to-be new wife were both watching now from the dining table. Enjoying every bit of my silent suffering.“I had told you plenty of times already! Ashley can’t handle hot stuff! And yet, what the hell do you think you’re feeding her?! You’re having fun mocking her for her frail state, aren’t you? The state you put her in!” Duncan demanded.I glared at him, having it up to here with his immaturi
I didn't know how many times I had thought Duncan wouldn't surprise me anymore with his nonsense, and I didn't know how many times I was proven wrong. That mindset of his? It went way past the level of 'crazy'. As much as I wanted to even push him off me, slap him silly, with how hard he was pressing his foot against my heart and lung, I found it difficult to breathe. My difficulty to breathe started to affect my overall condition, as I tried to push against him, only to feel something else instead. Something painful. I refused to let it show, though. Refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt, and continued to glare at him. Thankfully, he only scoffed at me in disgust, and finally moved his foot away from me, giving me yet another kick to the ribs."Hmph... Worthless," he huffed, taking his leave. "You won't keep that act up for long. I'll see to it that you pay for everything."With that, he left the attic, to my slight relief. One that turned into frustration. Towards
My eyes widened when I heard those words from Pularis. A response came from his peers? Now?!“W-What did they say?!” I questioned, shooting up to a sitting position.“Classified.”All hope I had was brought down when he gave that response, confusion filling me. “What do you mean ‘classified’?”“Exactly as I mean it. You are not a member of the Council in any way. Even if this investigation involves you somehow, you are not under any obligation to know of the progress. I had been nice enough to inform you of what we do and how progress went, but from here onwards, outsiders like you are not to know of what happens next. Especially not when said outsider is close to the person in question. I’m sorry.”I opened my mouth, trying to reason with him to let me know what was said, but I knew he was right. Even Alphas and Lunas are not to give away any classified information to others so easily. Whether they are connected to the people in question or not. Not only that, but given how I had hid
Days passed since my divorce with Duncan, and my new life as his slave began. And as to be expected…“You damn slut! Are you trying to hurt her more?!” … It was absolute hell, as Duncan punched me in the face and knocked me down, as well as tossed a mug of hot coffee at me. The mug broke on contact, leaving me with a few light scratches, drenched in the scalding hot beverage, in which I bit back a pained hiss for.“I only gave her what she wanted, and she said she wanted freshly brewed coffee,” I explained, holding back my rage against him.Sadly, my retort did nothing to appease him. Not that I planned on it, as he kicked me down. “You dare talk back to me?! With something as hot as that, you’d scald any dog’s taste buds right out of them!” he scolded. “Moreover, you gave her the coffee black! You should know how she takes her coffee by now, you stupid, outrageous dog!”I clenched my hands in rage at his shout, my blood boiling with each scolds and insults he dared to hit me with. Ju
"What did you say?!" I flinched at Pularis’s gasp, after I had told him what happened earlier, and my real reason in attending this meeting. “Your new circumstance aside, your reason for meeting with Dingo is very different from what you claimed earlier. And I know you were telling the truth back then.”“I know. And I’m sorry I hid my true intentions from you,” I apologized. “I was just hoping that he would be on my side.”“Because you thought his reason for not visiting you is similar to your friend’s case? From what she has told me, she didn’t know what became of you the past four years. Much less the day you were unjustly arrested.”I sighed as I recalled when I saw Caitlyn again back in the hospital, where I met Pularis. “She never was one for politics,” I mentally pointed out. “Would it matter?” Pularis countered. “Last I recall, you are not just that disgraceful Alpha’s wife; you are the pack’s Luna. Such news would have gotten out, especially if the father really did treasure
Six months… I have six months left to live in this cruel world. Maybe not even at this point.This was revealed to me before I found out about Dylan. After I woke up, returned to the real world from that mental trip in the Spirit World and reconciled with my wolf, my body felt unbelievable weak and painful. At first, I had thought it was some kind of additional side effect to taking that trip, in which Patricia confirmed that it was anything but. That I shouldn’t be feeling any sort of pain after I reconnected with my wolf, much less visit the Spirit World. Concerned that this could be caused by something else, she informed Pularis, who contacted the hospital to send a doctor to the mansion to give me a thorough check up. At first, I was confused why he didn’t just have me sent there for the check up, when he reasoned that it was safer having the checkup done at his place, in case if Duncan or anyone on his side sees me at the hospital. A risk I also didn’t want to take.After waitin
That night, I lied on the floor of the attic. Not on a bed, or even in the guest room. Not even given a comforter of any kind to sleep through the night peacefully. Or as peacefully as possible. ‘How could this have happened?’ I wondered.Now that it became apparent and known that Dylan was not my son, so to say, both Dingo and Lorelei insisted Duncan and I get divorced. Well, Lorelei was insisting on it, as well as insisted that Duncan should marry Ashley. Pass the Luna title to a ‘more fitting werewolf’. Dingo only suggested that I break things off with Duncan, as there was no further reason for me to remain in the family. Nothing more than that. No thanks for helping out around the pack, no apologies for having to deal with all the pain his son had put me through, nothing else. Not even offer me a safe leave from the pack. Why, he didn’t even object to Duncan’s demand of making a slave out of me. If anything, he seemed disappointed when he told me to get a divorce with his son. Fo
I paled more at this revelation. “You… what?” I breathed out, unable to process the words. “You swapped my child with Ashley’s?! How?! She wasn’t even in the pack at the time!”“Not to public knowledge,” Duncan answered. “Me and Ashley? We reunited just before meeting you. And when it was found out that you were pregnant with my child, Ashley was devastated. I had told her that I had no intention of truly loving you, as Father intended it, and made up for letting my guard down that night. For letting some loose dog get the jump on me. You have no idea how happy I was to learn that she had gotten pregnant after that. And then it hit me. I have children between two different women. One who is nothing more than a bitch, and the other the love of my life. Father wants me to marry the one who has his grandchild. Yet, no matter what I say or do, he will never agree to my marriage with Ashley. So how about the next best thing? Drop your child, and keep Ashley’s. Have Father Dearest bond with