Taylor's POVI sat across from Nikita in the dimly lit dungeons, my eyes fixed on her intently. Philip stood beside me, his arms folded, his skepticism evident. Up until now he was still uncomfortable in Nikita’s presence. yet it wasn't just discomfort. It was hatred and self-loathing. It was guilt and shame. it was as if there was something the both of them knew that I didn't. something that made this moment completely ironical. Nikita's expression was a mix of weariness and uncertainty, I could not tell what to think about the both of them. On one hand I couldn't trust Nikita but on the other Philip was acting skeptical and quite suspicious."Alright, Nikita," I began, my voice steady. "We need to understand what happened to you, how you realized you were under a spell."Nikita took a deep breath, her gaze shifting between us. I could tell that she was still hesitant but for the better part of me she had decided to at least help us out. "It started during the battle," she began, he
I sought out Charity in her tiny house, nestled near the outskirts of the pack territory. As I approached, I could hear the crackling of a fire and the faint scent of herbs in the air. Charity was one of the oldest women in the pack. She was also a good friend of mine so I counted on her knowledge to help me with my problem. I knew that she had extensive knowledge of the pack's history, and I hoped she could shed some light on the witches' past. if there were any.When I entered, Charity was hunched over a table, pouring over Tea in a little cup before she saw me. As she looked up to greet me, I couldn't help but smile overjoyed to finally be back here.. I valued her advice greatly, even though the last time we talked and been one of the most horrible days of my life."Ah, Taylor," she said warmly, motioning for me to sit. "What brings you here, my dear?""I need your help," I said in a heartbeat, taking a seat across from her. "I want to learn more about the history of witches in ou
Ryan’s POVMy heart was heavy with turmoil as I made my way towards my mother's quarters. The guilt that I carried in my heart had left me feeling overwhelmed and lost. I needed someone I could confide in, someone who had known me since birth – my mother. While my grandmother was a great friend to me I needed my mother at this moment. My grandmother carried harsh truths. and I appreciated her for that but right now I did not need to be reprimanded or scolded. I needed someone who could confide in me. someone who could listen to me and comfort me.As I approached the door, I heard hushed voices inside. I assumed that my mother was simply talking to one of her servants. After what had happened with Nina mother had requested a change of personnel maids. she did not want her to be possible when you have n't started then required a full change and swap of servants. Since then I was head of all the servants. The command from my mother that she would have made the south wing of the Pack Hous
Time seemed to stretch as we fought, the boundaries between moments blurred into one struggle. It was as if nothing else existed. Nothing Else Matters.And then just as it had begun, it was as if my mind turned off a button. my wolf has just been emerging slowly sunk back inside me. The fight came to a halt. We stood there, chests heaving, our breaths ragged, and our eyes locked in a silent exchange. The room was filled with the heavy stillness of exhaustion, the cries of my mother only increasing. I stepped back, my fists unclenching as I struggled to catch my breath. Nate mirrored my movement, his own breaths labored. He could hardly stand. He leaned against a wall as he supported his weight. There was a lot of blood but none of it was mine. We stood there, our gazes locked, all of this pain and Betrayal had led us to this point.Then, amidst the chaos, I felt the gentle touch on my arm. I turned to see Taylor, her eyes filled with concern, trying to pull me away from the fight.It
I led Ryan into our room, my heart heavy with a swirl of emotions – anger, hurt, and concern. Once the door closed behind us, I felt like I couldn't hold back my frustration any longer."What were you thinking?" I demanded, my voice trembling with all the emotions bubbling up inside. "You can't just go around picking fights with everyone, especially not Nate!"Ryan's jaw tightened, and I could sense the lingering anger just beneath the surface. "He betrayed me," he shot back, his words dripping with bitterness. "And you're defending him?"Taking a deep breath, I made an effort to keep my own anger from getting the best of me. "I'm not defending him," I responded firmly. "But we can't resort to violence every time there's a disagreement. And besides, you have always kept secrets from me. Why would you tell me what's going on with you and Nate? Why do you hate him so much?" Ryan stared at me with an emotionless expression. I wondered what was going on in his mind. I wondered whether th
Ryan seemed taken aback by the hurt in my eyes, though he stood his ground, his resolve unbroken. "I didn't mean it," he finally conceded, his tone softer now. "I was angry and I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."It felt ironic. His anger has always been the excuse. His apology hung in the air, but I couldn't bring myself to respond. The pain of his words reverberated through my heart, and I couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. “I have always believed in you, supported you, and loved you, with all that I had, but now, I find myself questioning if the feeling is mutual.” I spat. “ I love you Taylor.’’ he reassured. But was that enough anymore?"I need some time alone," I whispered, my voice barely audible.Ryan appeared torn, his expression revealing a mix of remorse and sadness. "Taylor, please," he implored, reaching out to touch my arm.But I recoiled from his touch, the very touch that once brought solace and warmth. It made me feel disgusted. It made my body ache with pain.
Sitting alone in my office, the heaviness of my actions bore down on me like an unrelenting weight. The fallout from my clash with Philip had cast a dark shadow over the pack, everyone knew that Philip quit. What was worse is that everyone knew that he had quit because of what dinner and I had done. Everyone was on his side. Why wouldn't they be? I closed my eyes, replaying the argument with Philip in my mind. The words we had exchanged were sharp and cutting, fueled by anger and hurt. My temper had gotten the best of me, and now I regret every single word that had escaped my lips. I hated how I fought back at him. I shouldn't have. I should have allowed him to go. He had a right to be angry and I had a right to be punished. Philip's face flashed before my eyes, his expression a mixture of frustration and disappointment. We had been through so much together, training side by side since we were pups. He had always been there, a supporting presence in my life. And now, because of my re
Unlike the nightmares that I had been having over the past few nights, today's dream was rather pleasant. I dreamt with my late mother. We were inside our old house and I was standing over the kitchen as she taught me how to make pancakes. I could hear her voice in my head. The dream felt so real. She taught me how to make the butter and how to make sure that it was a smooth consistent pasting that wasn't too big and too simple. The dream felt real.When I woke up I was rather disappointed. it was as if my mind just wanted to live in that moment. whether or not it was real. I miss my mother. That was the truth that haunted me. and Every time it was about my father I couldn't help but remember about the day he confessed to having killed my mother. I detest him.Getting down from the bed I stared at my side of the bed where Ryan was sleeping soundly. I tiptoed into the closet where I put on some decent clothes before heading out. I didn't want to wake Ryan or else end up having an argum
Taylor's PovWhile I stepped out of the dungeons, my heart still remained back there. Scared and wondering whether bad things will happen. Charity threatened the life of my unborn child, and it wouldn't be long till I brought them into the world. What happened now? How could I stop her if I did not know what I was stopping to begin with."That bad, huh?" Philip spoke as he greeted me at the entrances. He bowed his head, showing respect as I stood in front of him."She won't give anything up." I let out, feeling frustrated. '"Should we have a go at her?""Even though I would not want that, I'm beginning to think I have no option." I quipped."My Queen, there is something you need to see. " His tone is urgent, indicating that something really troubled him. I nodded my head, allowing him to lead the way."How has Nina been?" I asked as I walked with him."I have not yet gone to see her, Luna." His tone mild rises, showing a level of irritation for the name."She's your mate.""Who betra
Taylor's POVI stood there, feeling frozen in time. Uncertain yet, completely sure that this had to be one of the worst days of my life. “We’ve been friends since I came here,” I said, stepping forward as I stared at her. “Why?’’Charity stepped forward, her eyes mirroring a rage I’d never seen before. “I should have seen it. How fucking stupid…”“NO! You were not stupid. I just had to play stupid to make you believe you were winning.” My answer was clear, as precise as I would have hoped. “All this time we’ve spent talking. All the times I’ve given you advice on your bastard of a husband and that curse growing in your womb. Why would you think I care about you?’’ she let out, eyes meeting mine at a distance. Her words hurt me. The trust I had put in her was shuttered at this moment. Why does everyone I trust always end up hurting me?“Why did you do it Charity?’’ I repeated. “Why do you do the things you do?”“For the ones I love.’’ I affirmed. “For the ones I love.” She mirrore
Ryan's POV“We should do something,’’ I said as I paced around the office. “ We cannot let her go out there on her own. That woman is dangerous.’’ I run my fingers through my hair as I try to overcome my frustrations. The thought of my mate being hurt enraged me. it invoked the wolf inside me making me feel out of control. Taylor was everything that I had.“ You have to trust her, man. You've already told her that you believe in her now it's time to show it. let her do this. I believe she can.’’ Philip reassured me.“ You're awfully calm. Do you not understand the magnitude of the situation? This is fucking Charity. the conniving b**** that once tried to break up my parents marriage.’’ I spoke feeling anger rise inside me.“ You need to understand that sending Taylor out there was our best option.” “This is not about options here Philip, this is about my mate. who is carrying my child. this is about the reckless decision that we have made to send her out to a powerful and dangerous
Taylor's POV It was the first time ever since my ordeal that I was leaving the Pack House. A lot of the Pack members have been caring and had left gifts at the pack house entrances. The doctor had told me that I needed to take care of myself and be less stressed. The truth is just that during this pregnancy I have really neglected myself. I was stressed about everything and anything. please have a tough time and I felt guilty for not being able to take care of my child well. as I walked through the Pack I noticed Philip on the other side watching me at a distance. I nodded my head giving him the recognition. some of the other warriors had been positioned at designated areas of the Pack watching me. Ryan was in his office talking to Alpha Michael, Alpha Luke and Alpha Mark about what had happened. Once I gave the go-ahead, then the Pack would be called to an emergency meeting where it would be announced that the alpha had finally given their support to Ryan. Surprisingly a lot of cal
“But my love, you have to rest.’’ Ryan insisted, trying to push me back into the bed gently. I understood that he felt guilty for what had happened to me but 3 days of bed rest was already enough. Alpha Joseph was going to attack the pack in less than 4 days now and Ryan knew nothing.“ I just want you to be okay.’’ he said politely, sitting on the bed giving up. I stared back at him. Every time I look at him I remember what he said to me. and it breaks my heart all over again.“ What happened to us?’’ I asked in a low tone sitting on the opposite side of the bed. He remained quiet. The tension in the room was heavy.“ I don't know.’’ his voice was low barely above a whisper. There was so much guilt and shame in his voice that it almost made me feel horrible. I felt like I was making him this way. But he has made a lot of mistakes and I still have not seen the real Ryan trying to surface. “ but I want to make it up to you. and I've been trying my best to show you just how sorry I am.
As we exited Philip's office, I could feel the eyes of pack members on us. Everyone had heard her screams and they had come to check up on her. somehow I suspected that both of them believed they had hurt her. The package was feeding me. They saw me as a monster. They saw me as a direct representation of my father. Even though I hated them for seeing me like this, I couldn't help but feel content that they would be ready to protect my maid even against me. “What happened to the queen?’’ one woman asked in a high-pitched voice. “Luna Taylor, are you okay?’’ a little kid about 5 or 6 years old as good as she tried to touch her amol I carried her through the people. the crowd of people only began to grow. each one of them murmuring and praying to the moon goddess that Taylor would be all right. Among the voices was a sample even asking whether I had hurt her. Another one said that the moon goddess was punishing me for the way I treated her. I wanted to silence my brain. I wanted to sil
While we all turned to look who it was, I couldn't help but clutch my stomach feeling overwhelmed by fear. I felt anxious. and I wondered whether alpha Joseph had decided to finally attack. We were unprepared. we were unguarded and no one would expect it. the traumatizing moments of when he and my father had kidnapped me into my mind. I felt the tears flowing from my eyes as I fell to my knees. “Alpha Ryan! What is the meaning of this!’’ Philip reprimanded Ryan as he stepped into the room with an ax in his hand. there was a sharp pain in my abdomen causing me to scream out in pain. all attention was turned to me. I felt as if my stomach was churning. I could feel the tears flowing from my eyes. it was as if everything else had quieted down. it was as if I was the only one in the world.“AAAHH!’’ I let out another scream feeling yet again the same search of pain in my abdomen. What the hell was going on? “Taylor.’’ Will someone call my name screaming my name? but I couldn't Place Wh
Over the past few days everything has been remarkably better. Ryan and I had not gotten the opportunity to talk about what happened. I avoided him while he tried apologizing. I was done with it. he had apologized enough times and none of the two seemed sincere. I had spent a lot of time among the people. providing food and upkeep while learning recipes from the older women in the pack. This was also my opportunity to try and learn as much as possible about the witches without asking people directly. I had gathered quite a reasonable amount of information. Everyone seems to have seen dust. There was a dark brown dust that had risen in the air the day before the battle and it came from the north side of the Pack territory. At first I had dismissed that information until I figured that more than enough people saw it. a bunch of people could not have hallucinated the same thing. they had to be credible to that story. I couldn't help but wonder whether the smoke was an indication that tha
Earlier today, Ryan's grandmother had summoned me into a room. She wanted us to talk about something. I knew what she wanted us to talk about, i didn’t want to talk about it but I still availed myself. and I wasn't wrong. “ Taylor my dear, I'm glad you could make it.’’ she said with a smile on her face as she stretched her arms welcoming me into an embrace. I did not hesitate, hugging her immediately as she held on to me much tighter than usual. Mrs Monroe had never called me into her room. I have only ever gone to her whenever I was troubled but after the meal I had shared with the pack members my heart had been feeling lighter and I was no longer so worried about everything.Ryan’s grandmother was sitting by the window and looking out at the pack grounds. Her expression was a mix of sadness and contemplation, as if she held the weight of the world on her shoulders. Sometimes I felt like she was lonely. sad. That is why I always took it upon myself to try and spend more time with h