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 povMy heart raced when Markus brought something up. Is someone searching for me? Who could it be? Why would they go out of their way to find me? It feels odd that I’m always on the run.The guy in the hoodie who was making my life difficult is gone, but now there’s someone else looking for me. I thought this while pacing my room, a fancy pen in hand, tapping it against my palm as my anger bubbled up. I can’t even process the fact that I seem to be haunted everywhere I go.A knock on my door jolted me from my thoughts.“Who’s there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“It’s Lexi. Can I come in?” she replied calmly. I glanced down, noticing her reflection on the floor, and it looked like she was holding something, as the reflection showed off a bulky shape. “What do you have there, Lexi?” I asked, moving toward the door to peek through the peephole.“It’s fruit—orange, mango, pineapple, and more. Just open the door and stop asking, Scarlett. I need to talk to you about
Backstory Klaus pov“Did you take the white horse from the stable? I can't find it.” I asked the man in charge of the horses, but he seemed completely unaware of what I was saying. His gaze was unfocused, neither on me nor looking outside.“What are you staring at? You need to answer my question and stop acting strange!” I shouted, my fists clenched in anger.“I'm sorry, Klaus... your... your brothers…” he stuttered, pointing outside the building. My heart raced as I realized what he meant. A sudden crevasse opened up, triggering a landslide. I watched in horror as my five brothers were engulfed by the earth.“No, this can't be happening!” I cried, tears streaming down my face, feeling the weight of the moment and the fierce wind nearly knocking me over.“Klaus, hold on!” the man urged, gripping the iron pole while holding my hand tightly. Once the chaos settled, I collapsed to the ground, the impact jarring my body.I quickly got back up and rushed to the scene. “Brothers!” I roa
Elena pov I turned on the shower, allowing the water to flow over Henry as I prepared him for school.My hand moved slowly and carefully across his skin, but then something caught my eye. The mark was gone. I quickly shut off the water and spun him around, hoping my eyes had just missed it."Aunt, are you okay?" he asked, noticing the shock on my face.I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, Henry. What happened to…" I paused, gathering my thoughts. I didn’t want to alarm him."Let’s keep bathing, okay?" I suggested, still searching for the mark. Its absence felt strange and unsettling.As I continued washing Henry, my mind was filled with questions. Where could the mark have gone? Was it ever really there? No, I was sure it had been there on his left shoulder blade."Henry, could you turn around for me?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.He turned, and I examined his back, my heart sinking further. There was nothing—no mark, no scar, no sign it had ever existed.My hands shook as
Scarlett povI grabbed my phone and started scrolling, my heart pounding with anxiety.“Ahh!” I shouted, knocking everything off my table. I felt tormented and threatened as if someone was watching me from the shadows, and I was determined to uncover the truth.My breath caught in my throat as I faced the mirror, my eyes swollen from unshed tears.“Is this what life is? Being a mutant and a werewolf is unbearable;” I felt like I wanted to end it all. I breathed heavily, my heart weighed down by a deep sense of dread.I slammed my fists onto the table, sending the scattered items crashing to the floor. The noise shattered the silence that had enveloped me just moments before. My eyes burned with frustration, tears threatening to spill over."Damn it!" I yelled, my voice breaking with despair. "Why am I cursed to live this miserable life?"I glanced at the mirror and flinched at the reflection staring back. My eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles beneath them resembling bruises. My sk
Nyx povI stood outside Marian's door, my fist raised as I knocked urgently on the wood. The sound reverberated down the hallway, a desperate call for her to let me in, to hear me out. My voice, strained from the emotional chaos inside me, broke as I pleaded."Marian, please... I need to speak with you. I want to make amends." I took a moment to breathe deeply, trying to quell the turmoil within. Tears threatened to spill as I reflected on the hurt I had caused her.The door remained unmoving, a barrier to the feelings and truths waiting on the other side. I leaned against the frame, resting my forehead on the cool surface, releasing a heavy sigh. Why wouldn’t she respond? Didn’t she realize how much she meant to me?In that moment, I replayed the events that had brought me here. The confusion, the doubt, the fear of causing pain to those I cared about. It all led to this chaotic situation, with Marian at the heart of it, her spirit wounded by my choices.I recalled the look in her ey
Lexi povI awoke feeling disoriented, struggling to open my eyes after a tumultuous night with Klaus, who had nearly displaced all the babies in my womb in his fervor. With a heavy sigh, I began to fold the duvet cover, the scent of spermatogenesis permeating the entire room.As I organized the bedding, memories of the previous night replayed in my mind. Klaus's aggressive behavior still resonated within me, leaving my body sore. I found it hard to comprehend his recklessness, particularly given my fragile state.Just as I completed the task of tidying up, the door creaked open. Klaus entered, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. My instincts urged me to remain cautious."Good morning, Lexi," he greeted, his voice deep and gravelly. "Did you rest well?"I narrowed my gaze, tightening my grip on the laundry basket. "You are fully aware of how I slept, Klaus. I am still attempting to come to terms with last night’s events."For a brief moment, Klaus's smile wavered before he regained
Lexi povI awoke feeling disoriented, struggling to open my eyes after a tumultuous night with Klaus, who had nearly displaced all the babies in my womb in his fervor. With a heavy sigh, I began to fold the duvet cover, the scent of spermatogenesis permeating the entire room.As I organized the bedding, memories of the previous night replayed in my mind. Klaus's aggressive behavior still resonated within me, leaving my body sore. I found it hard to comprehend his recklessness, particularly given my fragile state.Just as I completed the task of tidying up, the door creaked open. Klaus entered, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. My instincts urged me to remain cautious."Good morning, Lexi," he greeted, his voice deep and gravelly. "Did you rest well?"I narrowed my gaze, tightening my grip on the laundry basket. "You are fully aware of how I slept, Klaus. I am still attempting to come to terms with last night’s events."For a brief moment, Klaus's smile wavered before he regained
Scarlett povI couldn't understand why Marian and Katherine kept asking such pointless questions. I chose not to respond appropriately, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I leaned my head on Katherine's shoulder, tears flowing down my face.When I rested my head on her shoulder, I noticed her stiffen in surprise, but I was beyond caring. I was exhausted from discussing my issues, worn out from the fear and anxiety that had haunted me for weeks."Can we just sit down and have a cup of tea or something?" I mumbled, my voice muffled against her shoulder.Marian and Katherine exchanged doubtful looks, but I noticed their tension starting to fade. They nodded, and we settled into the living room, surrounded by the comforting atmosphere of Katherine's home.As we enjoyed our tea, I made a deliberate effort to change the subject away from my troubles. I was done thinking about it, done reliving the fear and anxiety."So, Marian," I said, attempting to sound nonchalant. "How's your love life? An
Marian povI was completely taken aback when I spotted Scarlett at Katherine's house. She despised Katherine, so why was she staying with her? She looked disheveled—what had happened to her? Why did she seem so unhinged? It had been over seven months since I last saw her, and now she appeared like this?I turned to Katherine, yanking her aside. Her eyes widened in surprise as I tightened my grip on her arm."What’s going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.I glared at Katherine, my grip tightening further, making her wince. My anger was simmering, ready to erupt. "What’s happening, Katherine?" I demanded in a low, threatening tone. "Why is Scarlett here? What’s wrong with her?"Katherine's eyes flicked around, as if looking for a way out. "Marian, please," she murmured, trying to free herself. "You’re hurting me."I eased my grip but kept my stare fierce. "Tell me," I growled.Katherine took a shaky breath. "Scarlett came here a few days ago," she said. "She was in terri
Kathrine povI checked the wall clock and jumped out of bed in shock. What? It's already 8 am? I haven't even made breakfast, and Scarlett is going to be starving. After putting her to sleep last night, I went back to my room, and now I've overslept. I need to whip up something to eat before she comes down.I sprang out of bed, my heart pounding with urgency. 8 am? How did I sleep in? I'm usually the one up early, not dragging my feet. I hurried to my closet and grabbed the first outfit I could find—a bright yellow sundress adorned with white flowers. I didn’t even take a moment to check my reflection; I just threw it on and dashed downstairs.Upon entering the kitchen, I was met with the sight of an empty coffee pot. Seriously? I forgot to set the timer? I'm really off my game today. I quickly started brewing a new pot, the rich aroma filling the air and waking me up a bit.Just as I began cracking eggs into a bowl, I heard the stairs creak. Scarlett was awake. And definitely hungry.
Scarlett povI realize that the dizziness I've been experiencing for days stems from stress, constantly thinking about my husband and son. Tears have been streaming down my tired cheeks; it’s not that I feel old, but the stress has taken a toll on me. My strength, my fate, my heart—everything feels heavy. Nightmares have become a regular occurrence, and last night was no exception. I looked at myself in the mirror, sweat dripping from my forehead, a direct result of the terror I faced in my dreams. In a fit of rage, I clenched my fist and slammed it onto my nightstand, sending it crashing to the floor.“Ah!!!!”“This isn’t who I am!” I shouted, hitting the table repeatedly until it shattered into pieces.“Scarlett? Scarlett, open the door!”I heard a pounding on my door; it was Kathrine, likely alerted by my screams.“I’m… I’m… fine, Kat, just leave me alone.” I stammered, my voice shaky as I tried to catch my breath.“You’re not fine, Scarlett! Open the door right now!” she insisted,
Scarlett povI ultimately returned to the state, seeking every possible means to escape the life I had previously abandoned. Lexi had betrayed me, Markus had returned to Elena to care for Henry, and I found myself back in the city I had left behind in an effort to protect my family.Upon my arrival at Katherine's residence, I appeared quite disheveled and was unable to comprehend the confusion I felt. Consequently, I had to feign a similar bewilderment, gazing at her with an unsettling expression.Katherine welcomed me into her mansion and offered me a cup of coffee while I stared at her in a daze."Could you please stop with that strange look? Your eyes might pop out if you keep staring at me like that," Katherine jested, tossing a throw pillow in my direction.I blinked, my focus returning as I caught the pillow and held it tightly against my chest. For a brief moment, Katherine's playful smile faded, replaced by a blend of concern and curiosity."Scarlett, what is happening?" she i
Katherine povI was seated on my bench in the garden when a gentle rustling sound caught my attention. My mouth fell open in disbelief, and I felt compelled to rise immediately. "Scarlett?" I exclaimed in astonishment. She appeared emaciated, her eyes sunken as if she had not eaten in some time. I gazed at her in shock; she had been absent for three months and returned looking so frail."Scarlett," I called, extending my arms in a gesture of welcome.As I observed her, a whirlwind of emotions surged within me, and I could not ignore the stark transformation in her appearance. Her once-vibrant complexion had turned pale and drawn, her bright eyes now hollow and devoid of life. Her once-healthy frame had become frail, resembling a delicate figure that seemed to quiver with each soft gust of wind.My initial astonishment shifted to a profound sense of worry and compassion. An intense desire to envelop her in a warm embrace arose within me, to protect her from the harshness of the world.