Kieran’s POV I wriggled in my seat as the brush swept around my cheeks. The up down movement of the brush sent tickles spreading throughout my face, but I fought the urge to laugh out loud. If I did, I was sure I was going to ruin all of the artists' entire three hours of work, and if that happened, there was no way she was going to be pleased with it. Of course, she wouldn't dare voice it out, because she was there under the command of Xander, her King. But still, there was no way I would feel good after ruining it all, even if it was a little smudge. That and the fact that if I shifted too much, she was going to have to start all over again and I definitely didn't have the patience to sit here for three more hours. I wrung my fingers together, trying desperately to ignore the knots tying and unfurling in the pit of my stomach. No matter what I did or how many breathing exercises I did, it did nothing to help. Instead, the more I tried, the more my anxiety levels went up the roof.
Sabrina's POVThe sound of my heels clicking against the floors was faint, but it didn't exactly matter. The steady hum of loud music that was coming from the live band was all the sound I needed to hear. Not only was it melodious, it signaled the fact that what I had been looking up to for quite the longest time, was going to be coming into fruition today, and I couldn't wait. I was so excited, it made me wonder how I hadn't burst into my mini victory dance yet. As I walked, I caught a fleeting glance of myself on a glass surface and I couldn't help the huge smile that made its way to my lips. I was clad in a silver dress that hugged my torso firmly, before flowing down from my waist and settling on the tip of my toes. My heels elevated me a bit, giving the dress a kind of floating effect. The dress' edges were hemmed with a white flowery lace that matched the flower pastels scattered around my dress. To top it all off, the dress had a flattering neckline that left nothing to the i
Kieran's POV Breathe Kieran, breathe. I tried to calm myself and loosen my airway. But it wasn't working. I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I struggled. My palms felt clammy and I felt hot all over. Were my clothes too tight? Was it just me or was it hot in here? I suddenly felt like the fabric of my dress had become three times heavier. If that were true, then it would make sense why I was suddenly feeling so heavy and on the verge of passing out. Breathe. I chanted the word in my head over and over again, but one look at the crowd was all it took to take away the little relief I had managed to get a hold of. A million and one eyes stared at me, each one of them judging, their mouths whispering. It was easy to tell what they were thinking though, they all wanted to know who I was. Who was this “Luna”? I wasn't royalty myself, but I had served under them long enough to know how they functioned. At functions like this, the only reason why they were so eager to fi
My heart pounded in my chest as I sprinted through the chaotic village. Smoke filled the air, and the sounds of destruction echoed all around me. The screams of my fellow villagers pierced through the night, their cries for help haunting my every step. Fear gripped me, threatening to consume me whole. I could not believe it. My parents were dead. I had barely had time to process it. I ran with all my might, desperate to escape this nightmare. But just as hope began to flicker in my heart, a strong grip closed around my arm. I turned to face the menacing faces of Lucas' men, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of power."Gotcha," one of them sneered, tightening his hold on my arm. I struggled, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged me through the wreckage, towards the heart of darkness itself, Alpha Lucas.As we approached Lucas, his piercing gaze met mine. The Alpha exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding and intimidating. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes, t
It's been four years. Four years of constant torture and sexual abuse. By now, I was already used to it and nothing could really surprise me anymore. There is absolutely no way for me out of this world of torture. I'm stuck and even though a part of me still hurts, I'm mostly numb. It was my twentieth birthday yet I was still going through this hell.I stood right in front of Alpha Lucas' room and I stalled. I knew what awaited me and I knew there was no escaping it yet I stalled. I finally knocked on his door and I heard his voice, urging me to come in. I took a calming breath and turned the knob before stepping inside. I curtsied. "Your Maje-" the words hung halfway in my throat as my eyes met his and my heart beat quickened.I felt tingles run down my spine as he turned around and looked at me, his face mirroring the same shock mine did. I gasped unwillingly as we both whispered. "Mate" we said, uncontrollably. No, no, no. Of all people in the world, not him. I couldn't mo
Days had gone by with the usual routine. Wake up, get abused, get his food, get abused again and the cycle continues. The only good part of my day constantly remained Mia. I checked the clock situated on the kitchen wall and I knew it was time to go to Lucas' room again. I sighed as I washed my hands and left the kitchen, leaving the other duties to the rest. I made my way to his room, passing by guards on the way there. Finally, I got to his door and just before I knocked, I heard moaning. I frowned as I pressed my ear against the door to be sure I heard right. My heart hammered against my chest as I cracked the door open slightly. I could not help the gasp that escaped my lips from the sight that met my eyes. I watched as Mia's curls bounced on and off her naked back as Lucas pounded her from behind and her moans filled my ears. They both froze and turned towards the door but I quickly got out of sight and began to run away from the room, as tears pricked my eyes. I was al
I honestly don't know what I was expecting. For him to magically fall in love with me and make me his Luna?I wasn't even sure which was worse. The rejection or the betrayal. Was that even supposed to be compared?Of course, the betrayal took the cake. My heart and mind still couldn't fathom the hurt I felt from Mia's betrayal. It was really hard to process.I sighed, painfully as I forced my feet to take me further towards the royal kitchen. The pain I felt in my ribs from the impact was consistent and it made it hard to breathe properly. It felt like he had broken something when he kicked my ribs. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was walking down a long corridor when someone suddenly pulled me to the side. I yelped from the sudden force and the pain it brought about and I almost screamed from shock when a warm hand wrapped around my mouth. My eyes finally met his. Beta Carlos. I let out a breath of relief from the revelation that it was just him. Beta Carlos, tall, handsome,
Weeks had gone by and although I was feeling much better now, the full ache remained to remind me of the brutality of Lucas. As if that wasn't enough, he still made sure to have sex with me every day. In a way I was glad he rejected me. I was glad all I felt was pain all over again with no single ounce of pleasure. I hated him so much. He was my own personal hell on earth. I thought about Mia and how I've actively avoided her since the incident. Or maybe, she was the one avoiding me. I was finally ready to confront her. I wanted answers and I would not find peace until I got them. So, I was currently searching for her. I checked the field but she was not there and I rounded the palace walls in search of her. Familiar blonde locks appeared in my sight and I almost smiled. I sighed in defeat as my heart ached. I was about to call her name when I realized she was not alone and reflexively, I hid from them.I peeped to see who she was with when I realized the person was wearing a c
Kieran's POV Breathe Kieran, breathe. I tried to calm myself and loosen my airway. But it wasn't working. I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I struggled. My palms felt clammy and I felt hot all over. Were my clothes too tight? Was it just me or was it hot in here? I suddenly felt like the fabric of my dress had become three times heavier. If that were true, then it would make sense why I was suddenly feeling so heavy and on the verge of passing out. Breathe. I chanted the word in my head over and over again, but one look at the crowd was all it took to take away the little relief I had managed to get a hold of. A million and one eyes stared at me, each one of them judging, their mouths whispering. It was easy to tell what they were thinking though, they all wanted to know who I was. Who was this “Luna”? I wasn't royalty myself, but I had served under them long enough to know how they functioned. At functions like this, the only reason why they were so eager to fi
Sabrina's POVThe sound of my heels clicking against the floors was faint, but it didn't exactly matter. The steady hum of loud music that was coming from the live band was all the sound I needed to hear. Not only was it melodious, it signaled the fact that what I had been looking up to for quite the longest time, was going to be coming into fruition today, and I couldn't wait. I was so excited, it made me wonder how I hadn't burst into my mini victory dance yet. As I walked, I caught a fleeting glance of myself on a glass surface and I couldn't help the huge smile that made its way to my lips. I was clad in a silver dress that hugged my torso firmly, before flowing down from my waist and settling on the tip of my toes. My heels elevated me a bit, giving the dress a kind of floating effect. The dress' edges were hemmed with a white flowery lace that matched the flower pastels scattered around my dress. To top it all off, the dress had a flattering neckline that left nothing to the i
Kieran’s POV I wriggled in my seat as the brush swept around my cheeks. The up down movement of the brush sent tickles spreading throughout my face, but I fought the urge to laugh out loud. If I did, I was sure I was going to ruin all of the artists' entire three hours of work, and if that happened, there was no way she was going to be pleased with it. Of course, she wouldn't dare voice it out, because she was there under the command of Xander, her King. But still, there was no way I would feel good after ruining it all, even if it was a little smudge. That and the fact that if I shifted too much, she was going to have to start all over again and I definitely didn't have the patience to sit here for three more hours. I wrung my fingers together, trying desperately to ignore the knots tying and unfurling in the pit of my stomach. No matter what I did or how many breathing exercises I did, it did nothing to help. Instead, the more I tried, the more my anxiety levels went up the roof.
Xander's POV She had to be joking. I was currently in front of my mother's study in the palace and she quite literally just closed the door in my face and told me to wait until she was done with the person inside. In her free time, she liked to tend to the personal problems of the people. As demeaning or rude she seemed, she was a big problem solver. But right now, I didn't care about any of that. I clenched my jaw in frustration. If it were just any other person, I would have their head. But it was my mother. I breathed to steady myself. Relax, Xander. A few maids passed, busy with the preparations. They stopped to greet me, snapping me out of my calming session, before they went about their day. It made me wonder the kind of thoughts that must have run through their minds. They would think their King was mad, especially since I was muttering to myself. Shit. I let out an exasperated breath, before pinching the bridge of my nose. I glanced at the door in front of me. It was a hug
Kieran's POV“Is that what you thought we were? Why would you ever think that?!” she asked and I was so lost. All those months… that wasn't friendship?“But-”“We're not friends, Kieran.” She cut me off yet again. “Never were, and never will be. You were helpless and I stepped in. I gave you food, shelter and everything you ever needed, and what did I get? You try to steal Xander from me?” She said and I was taken aback. “I didn't steal him. He was never yours!” I exclaimed and she raised her hand to slap me but I swatted it sway. She looked surprised. “If you hated me in the first place, why did you take me in?” I asked and she huffed. Her face was so red by now, I thought she was going to burst. “Because I didn't think you would overstay your welcome. Do you not have any shame?!” she said and I felt so offended. “You told me I could stay. Every single time I wanted to leave, you wanted me to stay” I said, confusion clouding my features. I thought mere words couldn't hurt me an
Kieran's POV I always heard that fate could be a bitch and it could bite you in the places you never saw coming. I believed it, especially after everything I had been through in life. From my early years in my previous pack, I had a first hand share of what it felt like to be on the wrong side of fate. I counted myself lucky when I finally escaped there and I was more than grateful to have stumbled upon the next set of people I considered family. It was stupid of me to think that the moon goddess and every other deity in charge of my destiny was done with my story. I should have known that it was only a matter of time before they would strike again, and just when I had thought my stupid fate wouldn't rear its ugly head again, I realized I couldn't be more wrong. A low breeze rustled,pulling me back to the present. The first thing I came face to face with, was the face of the woman in front of me. A part of me hoped she would have disappeared by now. I thought problems could disapp
Kieran's POV A small yawn slid past my lips as I slowly opened my eyes. Despite taking my sweet time before opening them and sitting up, my eyes still felt tired. I couldn't help the fact that I was still so sleepy. Without giving it much thought, I allowed myself to crumble back into the bed again.A small smile made its way to my lips as my head came in contact with my pillow. It wasn't the fluffiest, but I could say it knew the exact times I needed comfort, like right now. I sighed satisfactorily as I closed my eyes. Before they flew open in shock.I had caught sight of the small alarm clock beside my bed. I stared in shock as the neon green lights brightened before me. I felt my heart thump to the ground. Shit. I jerked up, almost falling over. I was still seated, but my eyes ran a million miles at once, scouring through my room. Once again, my eyes landed on the clock and I still couldn't believe my eyes. I was late. Honestly, just saying I was ‘late’ sounded like a big u
Kieran's POV Even after Xander had walked away, I just couldn't bring myself to move from the spot I was rooted to. The wind was blowing even more harshly and I was freezing, but I couldn't bring myself to care. Goosebumps trailed the surface of my skin, and no matter how hard I rubbed against my arm, it did nothing to shake away the cold. Perhaps it was just the shock. The fact that despite how hard I thought I hid, Xander still found me. I would be lying if I said the thought of our paths crossing again didn't flicker in and out of my mind. Whenever it did, I was quick to push them away because I couldn't bear the thought of him. It hurt too much to think about him, and I had decided to choose myself. I had sworn that I was going to do things that would only benefit me. I had even made myself chant that if I saw Xander, I would turn away immediately and make a run for it. Then why did I not only go to him again, but waited till he was done talking? We had a whole ass conversatio
“No, I don't” My voice was cold. I knew he wasn't lying. Of course I believed him but I was angry. I was so angry that I was treated that way by his family. And I didn't want to seem like the weak idiot I was. “Kieran.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Tell me something first. Did my mother and Sabrina have a hand in you running away? Did they do something behind my back?” he asked and I raised a brow. “Are you even asking me that right now?” I shot back. Thanks to the memory of that fateful day rushing to my mind, it was easy to channel all of the anger straight to him. “You were there every single time it happened. Both your mother and Sabrina hurled insults at me, just because I was- hmm, how did she put it ‘trash’ and a ‘rogue’, and you just stood there without saying a word” I said accusingly. I was seething with rage. I watched Xander's lips part slightly, but before he could get any more words out, I interrupted him. “Not one word.” I cut him off. “When I wanted you to