Marian povThe sunlight hit my face, making it hard to focus with the incessant chirping of the birds. What on earth is wrong with them? They kept singing as if I were some kind of Java developer. I hissed and shot up from my bed, my anger bubbling up like molten lava.“Seriously! Can you all just shut up and get away from my window?” I yelled, striding quickly toward the window, my nightwear billowing behind me.Just then, I heard a bell ringing downstairs. Someone must be at the door, and I knew Scarlett wouldn’t bother to answer it, sleeping like a log.As I reached the window, I threw it open, ready to vent my frustration on the noisy birds. Instead, a gentle morning breeze greeted me, carrying the delightful scent of blooming flowers from the garden below. The birds, completely unaware of my irritation, were drowned out by the sight of a woman with brown hair holding a box that looked like pizza.I shot her a glare, my eyes narrowing, but my anger started to fade as I took in the
Scarlett pov“Hey Nyx, don’t just stand there while everything falls apart. We have a new neighbor, and guess what? She’s a lady!” I exclaimed, my voice cutting through the tension. I caught Marian’s expression as she stood frozen at the door. “Let him in, Marian! You’re making him wait!” I snapped, feeling a wave of discomfort.“I know you’re upset about his attitude, but can you please let him in?” I urged, glancing at Lexi, who looked taken aback. She doesn’t know Nyx, so she’s not aware of the situation.Marian’s eyes lingered on Nyx, flashing irritation and a hint of warning. Finally, she stepped aside slowly, allowing Nyx to come in.As he entered, his gaze flicked between me and Marian, unease evident in his eyes. Lexi, still confused, managed a shy smile.“Hey,” Nyx said quietly, his deep voice contrasting sharply with my earlier outburst. “Sorry about... whatever’s happening.”Marian’s face remained cold. “You’re just in time for dinner,” she said flatly, making it clear she
Lexi povJumble puzzle, that's the only clue I have to get my hands on that woman, Scarlett, and I plan to confront her with intensity. My heart raced as I slipped into my baggy jeans, knowing they were her preferred style.Wearing a blue jean and a black crop top, I spun around to admire my reflection, appreciating how my curves accentuated my figure. Just as I was about to grab my purse, my phone rang, shattering the quiet. I sighed, slightly hunched over, and answered."What now? I'm getting ready for work, please don't call at this time," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. My other phone buzzed urgently, so I pressed it against my shoulder.I glanced at the screen and saw it was Scarlett.With a sigh, I stepped outside, still on the call with Klaus as I responded to her."Who messaged you?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice."Just your curiosity," I replied, shutting the door behind me."Your job today is to keep an eye on her, be her best friend. Our plans wil
Scarlett pov That woman Lexi is great at solving puzzles, but Nyx brought in the puzzle days ago, and I haven't been able to figure it out since he placed it as a wager.The moment my hand brushed against Lexi's, I felt a jolt of electricity."Hey!" I said, quickly pulling my finger back. "Um… something feels off. I need to use the restroom," I admitted, feeling a bit anxious. She frowned at me, studying my face, but eventually softened her expression to accept my excuse."Alright, I'll be at the counter helping customers," she said, standing up and pointing toward the door. "You'll join me there, right?" I nodded, forcing a smile."Yes, I need to…"I rushed to the restroom and locked the door behind me. My heart was pounding, and my hands were sweaty. That spark with Lexi had thrown me off balance. I couldn't shake the feeling that she could see through my act.As I splashed water on my face, my reflection seemed to judge me. What was I doing?I took a deep breath to steady myself.
Klaus pov“What do you mean by saying she isn't worth your time when you have all the time in the world to pursue her?” “My brothers could be trapped in the underworld forever. She's not just a werewolf; she has the strength to battle other shifters to rescue my brothers.” I growled, my anger boiling inside me.I gripped my phone tightly, pressing it too close to my ear. Maybe she wants to see my anger before she does what I need her to do.“Listen, Lexi, I didn't get an apartment just for you to lounge around with her. You need to find out more about her. I won't stop reminding you because with her transformation, she's wilder than you.”“You're just an Omega wolf,” and I chuckled at the thought of her level. But I quickly composed myself when I realized she was silent on the line.“Lexi? Are you still there?”"Can you stop reminding me that I'm an Omega, Klaus?!" she shouted, her breath audible from the other end.“I won't, unless you stop being lazy and go after her. I'll be here
Scarlett pov(Full moon. 9:45 pm)It's the night of the full moon, a time I've always dreaded. Being a werewolf is a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone, not even my worst enemy, but it's a reality my son will face one day. As I gather my belongings, I realize I need to get to the woods; my transformation is going to be violent, and I must distance myself from the people I love. I picked up my chain from the wardrobe, tears welling in my eyes as I continued to pack.What am I forgetting? I can't let Marian see anything related to my transformation; she has no idea I'm a werewolf. With my bag slung over my shoulder, I approached the door. A glance at the wall clock sent a shiver through me, the ticking echoing in my heart. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle my emotions.Frozen in place, I watched the clock's hands move, panic rising within me. The pull of the full moon was intensifying, and I knew I had to leave immediately. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my secret press
Markus povThe sound of rain pounded against the warehouse roof where I had been held captive for weeks. My eyes were swollen and red from the blows to my face, my lips were bruised, and my heart raced as I watched a man, who had been brought in just hours earlier, being stabbed. Even with the rain muffling his screams, I could feel his agony coursing through me.My stomach churned as I watched blood drip from his knees. I couldn't suppress the urge to vomit; my stomach growled, and without thinking, I bent over and expelled everything.“Ugh... you all make me sick, especially you, the one in the black cap.” I spat out in anger, my gaze fixed on him, filled with unease.My hands were still bound to the chair, my legs tied to its legs, and my skin ached as I scanned the room.“Get me out of here, you jerk!” I snarled, struggling against the chair. My fists clenched, adrenaline surged through me.“Can you just be quiet, Markus? You don’t need to act like a fool; we don’t play those game
Elena pov I was still cracking eggs for a sponge cake, having decided to whip one up before heading to bed. The clatter of plastic and stainless steel plates filled the air, breaking the stillness of the night.The sound of crickets chirped in the background. I reached for my spoon, ready to mix the eggs, when a knock echoed through the door, causing my heart to race. I paused, trying to gather my thoughts. “Who could be knocking at this hour?” I whispered the question, glancing at the wall in disbelief. What? 11 PM! Oh no, Elena, what were you thinking, making a sponge cake at this time?I steeled myself and moved toward the living room, my steps slow and cautious, wrapped in anxiety.“Elena?” a voice called, knocking persistently.“Who... who is it?” I asked, my breath quickening as I traced my finger along the couch while approaching the door.“It’s Markus.”“It’s me.”My hand shook as I reached for the doorknob, hesitating for a moment. Markus? But... I thought he was... gone.T
Scarlett's POV:Tears cascaded down my face as I gazed through the narrow, barred window of my prison cell. The view outside was a hazy mix of water and sky, the entire landscape engulfed, with no land in sight. The magnitude of my situation was beyond my comprehension. A prison submerged beneath the waves, where the horizon seemed to stretch infinitely, and everything I cherished had vanished beneath the surface.How did I end up in this place? How did my life devolve into such a nightmare?My heart raced as I wiped away the tears, my fingers quivering as they brushed against my damp cheeks. The chill from the window bit into my skin, yet it paled in comparison to the deep ache within me—the longing for freedom, for hope, for an escape. The thought of remaining in this submerged prison had never crossed my mind. Yet, here I was, confined in a cell, feeling as if the very water surrounding me was closing in, threatening to engulf me entirely.I allowed my body to slide down against th
Markus' POVThe clink of glass against wood was the only sound that filled the space around me. I sat at the end of the bar, my eyes on the amber liquid swirling in my glass. The world around me blurred in and out. I wasn’t looking for anything specific. In fact, I wasn't looking for anything at all. Just trying to forget.A man who had done as many wrong things as I had, who carried the weight of his mistakes like chains around his chest, didn't have the luxury of looking for meaning. So I drank. And drank. And then drank some more.I wasn’t a big fan of crowds, but tonight I didn’t mind the noise. The low hum of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter seemed distant—something out of reach. It felt like I was watching life unfold without really participating in it. The usual.I pushed the glass to the side, wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and ordered another drink. The bartender didn’t ask questions. No one did in this place.My eyes wande
Markus' POVThe clink of glass against wood was the only sound that filled the space around me. I sat at the end of the bar, my eyes on the amber liquid swirling in my glass. The world around me blurred in and out. I wasn’t looking for anything specific. In fact, I wasn't looking for anything at all. Just trying to forget.A man who had done as many wrong things as I had, who carried the weight of his mistakes like chains around his chest, didn't have the luxury of looking for meaning. So I drank. And drank. And then drank some more.I wasn’t a big fan of crowds, but tonight I didn’t mind the noise. The low hum of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter seemed distant—something out of reach. It felt like I was watching life unfold without really participating in it. The usual.I pushed the glass to the side, wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and ordered another drink. The bartender didn’t ask questions. No one did in this place.My eyes wande
Scarlett povThe frigid air struck my skin sharply as the guards pushed me through the cramped prison hallways. My muscles tightened, adrenaline coursing through me as I fought to control my breathing. I sensed Blackwood's menacing presence just behind me, like a hunter relishing the scent of its quarry. Each step reminded me of the torment awaiting me. I had been in this place before, but the circumstances were now altered. This time, I wasn’t merely a captive; I was a target they aimed to shatter."You'll regret crossing me, Scarlett," Blackwood hissed, his voice low and filled with malice. A chill ran down my spine, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of revealing my fear.I smirked, keeping my voice calm despite the cold seeping into my bones. “You really think I’m afraid of you? You clearly don’t know me, Blackwood.”He halted, his footsteps reverberating in the stillness of the corridor. I could feel his cold, calculating gaze on the back of my head. “Oh, I know enough. Y
Scarlett pov It was time for the usual daily bath. For us prisoners, bathing together in the communal bathroom was just part of the routine. I gathered my soap and other essentials, wiping my dusty face with a towel. As I made my way down the hall, I sensed something was different. Women were gathered, towels wrapped around them. My heart raced as I calculated my steps toward the scene. What was happening? That question echoed in my mind. "Hey Scarlett, hurry up or you'll face the consequences!" a sharp soprano voice called from behind, pushing me to move faster. I quickened my pace, my heart pounding with unease. The usual sounds of chatter and laughter were replaced by an unsettling quiet. I tightened my towel around me, the rough fabric irritating my skin as I continued. As I neared the bathroom, I noticed the door was slightly open, a beam of light spilling out and creating an eerie glow on the floor. I pushed the door open and scanned the room for clues about the situatio
Marian pov I gathered my things, preparing to head to work, feeling the heaviness of loneliness and anxiety in my chest. I ignored the noisy fridge, too consumed by the reality that everyone I cared about had left. Scarlett and Finn were no longer part of my life. As I stood there, caught in my morning routine, the burden of solitude felt overwhelming. Scarlett and Finn had filled my days with joy and laughter, and now their absence echoed painfully in the silence. I inhaled deeply, attempting to dispel the emptiness that had taken root inside me. I needed to get to work; I couldn't allow my personal struggles to interfere with my duties. I finished dressing, my actions automatic as I went through the steps. I picked up my bag and moved toward the door, but a wave of anxiety washed over me as I reached for the handle. What if I couldn't manage this? What if facing the day without Scarlett and Finn was too much? I dismissed those thoughts, reminding myself that I had overcome
Finn povI returned to Klaus after losing Scarlett, knowing I had to report directly to him. I could already sense his fury at the news that the one woman he tasked me with finding was still missing. I was certain he would kill me for this failure.As I pushed through the heavy wooden doors, the eerie creaking resonated in the empty hallway, reflecting the dread that gripped my chest. My heart felt like it was being crushed, each beat a reminder of the reckoning that awaited me.I had let Klaus down. The burden of that failure weighed heavily on me, threatening to suffocate me. Scarlett, the person he had entrusted to me, was still out there, and I was the one who would face the repercussions.Approaching Klaus's study, I felt my palms grow clammy. My mind raced, trying to find a way to present my failure in a less deadly light. But deep down, I knew it was pointless. Klaus had no patience for failure; he obliterated it.I inhaled deeply, the air catching in my throat as I raised my h
Scarlett povThe door to my prison ward swung open for the first time in weeks, and the sight of daylight filled me with a surge of joy.As I emerged from the grim cell, the warm sunlight enveloped my face, its golden rays rejuvenating my weary spirit. It felt as though the universe was welcoming me back to life. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and allowed the light to embrace me, igniting a flicker of hope deep within.The sound of rustling clothes and soft voices pulled me back to the present. I opened my eyes to see a group of women in worn uniforms, their expressions a blend of curiosity and caution. I recognized that look; it mirrored my own reflection from the past weeks.A small woman with a messy bob and a scar above her left eyebrow stepped forward. "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. "The princess has arrived."I shot her a sharp look. "I'm no princess," I replied, my voice steady but tinged with amuse
Scarlett povWhere am I?! I growled, looking around as if I were losing my sanity. The entire area was dark and terrifying. Remus was gone, the police had taken him, and now he was dead. I was held captive in a place where I couldn't even begin to comprehend my situation.I slowly pushed myself up from the ground and stumbled toward the door.Is anyone there? Why won’t anyone respond?I took a cautious step forward, straining my eyes to see through the darkness. The air was heavy with the smell of mold and rot. A chill ran down my spine as I made my way to the door. My throat was raw from shouting, but I called out again, "Is anyone there?"The silence was overwhelming. An eerie stillness seemed to absorb my words. I banged on the door, the cold metal biting into my fists. "Let me out! Please, someone, let me out!"Tears welled in my eyes as memories of Remus flooded my mind. His lifeless form appeared before me, and a wave of sorrow crashed over me. I leaned against the door, my body