GOODBYES.
Kyra.
“My time is short,I don't have much time,Kyra,you must listen to me attentively."
She coughed.And. Could see it just as she pressed the white handkerchief ,I could see it then,the handkerchief which she had been holding was stained with red stains.
My eyes danced wildly,I sniffed, feeling the hot stung of tears.
"The wealth, everything doesn't belong to the Blane family ...He will be coming for you tomorrow to reclaim everything here which includes you,you are to pay the debt."
What the hell ?
What was mom talking about ?
Debt? Reclaim? Will he be coming for me ?
I don't understand.
"I'm not going with a stranger." I protested , balling my fists."I'm not going with anybody and I'm definitely not going to the trenches."
But Mom said nothing,it seemed like she was giving puffs of her life little by little and as if my questions were making her lose her strength.
"Who is coming for me? What debt do I owe?" I persisted,I was beginning to cry now .
I thought about my whole life,how I had lived in affluence.
I was never going down,what will the kids at school say about me?
I was going to be the laughing stock in the whole Pack.
I made to stand up,my legs shaking,my chest tightened so that breathing was like a war.
This was impossible.
"Do something Mother, please,don't die......I can't bear to live alone in this world."
Then I let my eyes glance around the room, taking in the opulence ,the wealth that had always surrounded me since I was a child m
How could this be happening?To me ?
How could my perfect life suddenly become imperfect before my eyes?
The thought of leaving everything behind, everything,the wealth,the attention, I had come to enjoy and make part of my life.
It was going to be difficult,how would I face the unknown,the thought alone was terrifying.
I had always lived in comfort,in luxury, protected from the harsh face of the realities of life.
Now,this.
Good Heavens,no, please,no.
The thought of becoming a laughingstock crept into my mind slowly,chewing on my insides, I saw myself losing everything,I had ever know
The thought alone was unthinkable,unimaginable.
Damn
I was the most popular girl in school.
It was then I knew life doesn't give a shot.
My legs trembled as I stood up, my insides churned as I pushed myself to stand.
My chest clawed at me with fear and panic.
Every intake of breath felt like a war, each inhalation a very big struggle against my chest.
"He who will come to claim you is an Alpha,he owns everything we ever enjoyed....it was all a debt ."
"I won't go with him," I declared, my voice shivering but very strong but firm. "I won't let some Alpha dictate my life."
But even as I spoke,letting the words fly out after listening to my mother, doubts chewed at the edges of my heart.
"Why I'm I bound to him ? What debts do I owe and why must I pay them ?" I asked the air competing to rush out of my lungs as the words seemed to choke back on me and tightened my throat.
"I need to know everything,I need....."
But I couldn't finish the words as I broke down in tears,I was leaving home somewhere faraway with a stranger.
Good Heavens.
I don't even know his name.
And so, in the midst of it all,the sun going on its own journey of the day,Mom told me everything, the secrets of our family's past.
She spoke of a time long ago,of a pact she and my late father Lycan Gregory had made in their moments of suffering and despair.
In moments of emergency,she told the tale with tears rolling down from her sunken cheeks down her pale cheeks.
A pact with a powerful Alpha,The Alphas of Alphas,exchanging their me for wealth and power on the agreement that when I turned eighteen he would come claim me and make me his mate.
"Why mother." I croaked disbelief etched on my face,anger and surprise lacing my voice.``Why do you have to trade me so ...why...." I looked around me wildly.``So I was the ransome....so now I'm to pay off the debt by becoming a mate to a cold hearted Alpha....A man whom all the Northern Wolfe Empire feared."
"Forgive me,Kyra." Mom choked on her words laced with tears."There was nothing your father and I could do,we were so poor, dirty poor and you were dying....you were my only hope after losing nine pregnancies..... understand my pain my child.....we did what was best for you."
I watch her shake uncontrollably with the cry coming out of her throat ,her tears falling in rivulets.
"Forgive me, my child.
You are stronger than you know, Kyra," she whispered."Alpha Damon will look after you the best he could ." She finished her voice, her voice barely audible.
“I hope you will find all the answers you need just be brave…. Rosa is here to guide you. This is what she has been doing since you were a child.Listen to her .”
“Mom….mom.” I called my voice shaking.”Please don't die,I might be a bad child but please don't leave me.” I cried,my voice choking,I wished I was the one dying instead of her.
“Take her away Rosa.” Mom croaked lying back on her bed.”Take her out immediately, prepare her and teach her all she needs to know.May the Moon Goddess lead you my child, don't forget that I love and I will always love you Kyra.”
While I was being led away by Rosa,I struggled in her grasp, trying to go back to Mom.
I saw her eyes fluttered close,her body becoming suddenly still
“Mommmmmm.”
THE ARRIVAL. Kyra. Eighteen; the age when most girls were dreaming of prom dresses and college acceptance letters but for me it was a countdown to a fate I couldn't escape. It all began like a dream. Just yesterday I was told I was going to pay for a debt I did not owe. I stood looking out of my window watching the early morning rain send pangs of sound on the roof making me shiver as I waited for him. As the clock struck 12:00 in the afternoon as if the rain was waiting for it to make a shrill sound, the sound of rain pounding against the windows suddenly began to pour slowly.I have spent the eve of my birthday drowning in my fears, in my memories and in my diary. I stared down at my beautiful designer dress, a sense of uneasiness settled over me like a suffocating blanket It seems like I was lost in my thoughts or lost down memory lane for as soon as the sun began its journey through the sky there was a knock at my door. I froze my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled
AWAY. Kyra. “Very well then .” He said then turning to Rosa in a slow prideful kind of way,he asked “Has she been prepared to come with me ?’“certainly.” Rosa replied almost immediately there was a kind of sadness in her eyes as she looked at me and held my hands gently. “You'll be going with him darling.”She said “I… I don't understand.” I stammered my voice barely more than a whisper .”Going with him to where?” I asked.The loosk from him and Rosa made me realized that my question was stupid “To his Pack , Bloodshadow Pack.” Rosa answered Normal me would have protested, stamped my feet on the floor and throw tantrums, but I don't know what was happening ,as if a spell had been cast on me. I couldn't do anything just staring at him .My heart kept on pounding I couldn't understand what was going on .I wanted to go back to sleep, go back to the dream and wake up on my own and realize today was Monday and that I was having a chemistry test which I didn't prepare for becaus
REFUSAL. Damon. The scene blurred into a green and brown haze as I gazed out my window. My mind was elsewhere, focused on the slender, blonde girl sitting next to me. Kyra. My mate. My debt collector. When she found out that she wasn't giving up her old life, I couldn't help but think of the look on her face. Tears, desperation, and resignation. It was almost palpable, that's for sure. I felt a sense of guilt, but my reasoning quickly put it to rest. After all, this was a business transaction. Debt owed, debt paid. The car slowed, and I turned my attention to the sprawling estate in front of us. My mansion in Bloodshadow Pack was a marvel of modern architecture and it blended perfectly with nature. As Kyra saw the graciousness and beauty of the mansion, the manicured lawn, as well as sleek black cars parked in the driveway, I sensed her awe. I extended my hand to Kyra while we spoke.“ You'll receive the best possible treatment." I said but her mind was also faraway,a
THE OTHER SIDE OF HIM.Kyra. 'Why am I here?' I blurted out, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and frustration. The Alpha – my mate, as he had so boldly declared – turned to face me, his piercing gaze cutting through the silence that had settled between us. "You're here because you're mine, Kyra," he said, his voice calm and measured. My heart raced, the weight of his words on my shoulders like a heavy load. "I've never agreed to that," I said weakly, the futility of my arguments already took a step closer, and I instinctively stepped back, my back hitting the ornate doorframe of the lavish bedroom he had shown me. "It's not important," he told her, his voice low and menacing. "Your mother's debt has been settled, and you are now my property." I swallowed hard, and my throat dry with fear. "It's unfair," I said, my eyes begging him to see the turmoil that engulfed me. "My dear," he replied, a hint of amusement lacing his voice, "life is rarely fair. He added, a hin
MODIFICATIONS. Kyra. Kyra's perspective.The Bloodshadow Pack mansion's large windows let me plenty of natural light, but it didn't lessen the weight in my chest. Now, in spite of its opulence, my new home felt like a gilded cage. I could not help but feel the weight of the life I was thrust into as I dressed in the clothes that were provided for me—a deep blue dress that was elegant but simple and devoid of any of the pink or glitter I normally loved. I snapped out of my trance by a tap on the door. Glancing across, I noticed a young lady dressed as a maid. She gave a small bow before continuing.Miss Kyra, good morning. I'm Eliza, and I've been tasked with helping you in any way you require. I faked a modest smile at her. "Eliza, thank you. I suppose I should find out where the dining room is first. Eliza nodded, her face kind and perceptive. Naturally, Miss. Kindly go with me. While meandering through the never-ending hallways lined with pictures of past Alphas and Lunas, my t
REVEALING THE SECRETS OF THE PACK. Kyra. The days flew by in a haze of solitude and pleasure. Even though I was surrounded by luxury, I still felt confined by the massive Bloodshadow mansion's walls. Damon's behavior continued to be erratic, alternating between extended periods of benevolence and brusque moments of kindness. I was caught in the crossfire of a man obviously divided between duty and passion. The only thing I could do was explore the mansion. I found elaborate chambers and undiscovered nooks, each more magnificent than the last. I was stuck feeling like a prisoner in a gilded cage despite the grandeur. Everything was dominated by Damon, who served as a continual reminder of my situation.One evening, I decided to go for a walk in the vast gardens of the mansion after another uncomfortable dinner with Damon. The air was heavy with the aroma of budding flowers and the cool night air. It provided a much-needed break from the stress that seemed to follow me around. I sa
REVERBERATIONS OF THE PAST. Kyra. After making this discovery late at night, I had a fresh sense of purpose in the days that followed. My resolve to find out the truth was fueled by Damon's cryptic warnings and the private talks I had overheard. I looked through the library of the mansion for hours, trying to find anything that might explain my involvement here or the reason behind Damon's mother's enigmatic debt. I was perusing the shelves one afternoon when I noticed an ancient, leather-bound journal nestled among some worn-out volumes. The pages had yellowed with age and the cover was tatty. I opened it to the first page out of curiosity. The words were hardly readable despite the exquisite yet fading script.As I read, it became evident that Isabella Blackwood, Damon's mother, was the owner of the journal. Her journals were replete with details of her upbringing, hardships, and intense affection for her family. But the tone changed as I read on. The entries became more sinist
BETRAYAL'S SHADOW.Kyra. Xander, Rosa, and I were crowded together in the darkened chamber, feeling as though a heavy blanket of secrets pressed down on us, making it feel oppressive. Our already tenuous predicament was further heightened by Xander's unexpected entrance, whose intentions and allegiances remain a mystery. I couldn't get rid of the uneasy sensation that was nibbling at the edges of my thoughts as we talked about our next moves. I was taken aback by Xander's abrupt presence and wondered what part he played in the complex web of betrayals and alliances that surrounded us.However, there was no time for uncertainty or delay. Every second that passed put us in danger since the scrolls we had found held the key to lifting the spell that chained Damon's family. We started interpreting the old manuscripts with Xander's reluctant help, trying to piece together the complex ceremony that would perhaps rescue us from our predicament. The anxiety in the room increased as the ho