Queen Krisdana’s POVIt seemed bright when I woke up, too bright, my eyes tried to stay open as they struggled to adjust to the light illuminating in the room . But it took a while for them to open properly and after a while I was able to see where I was. It looked dark outside and so I looked around trying to figure out what time it was but I couldn’t find the clock because of all the blankets covering me, which was weird since I don’t remember putting any on. My head felt heavy and my body felt like I had been run over by a trolley train. Everything hurt and I could barely even focus enough to move my hand without feeling the pain. So I gave up on trying to see the clock because that would probably just make everything worse. But as the seconds passed, the more things got clearer in my mind.But there was a stinging sensation by the side of my neck, I tried to move again but I couldn't and panic flooded through me like a tidal wave. What’s happening to me? Where am I? Why can’t I
My heart broke as I watched Mother lay there while we waited for Camille. There was no difference between her being awake now and how she was before. She was awake and her eyes were moving but other than that she was just the same, almost lifeless. Don’t get me wrong, I was grateful for her consciousness but the least I had expected was this. Even Camille’s heads-up did not prepare me for this. Penelope had still not returned to the room and Arielle had gone after her. When Camille finally came, I apologized for the hundredth time for all the inconveniences we have caused her in just a year and she brushed it off. Penelope and Arielle returned to the room and from Penelope’s red eyes, I could tell she had been crying and Arielle looked exhausted. She sat down at the edge of Mother’s bed and placed her hand on her stomach as we all watched Camille move to Mother, checking her pulse and everywhere. The silence in the room was so heavy that it threatened to suffocate everyone. Cami
On one of those nights, I was lying awake on the couch in Mother’s room, staring at Mother’s sleeping figure when suddenly her eyes fluttered open. I quickly sat up and reached out to hold her hand but she didn’t seem to notice me and her expression changed instantly. She was staring straight ahead, blankly, her eyes unfocused as she seemed confused or in pain, I couldn't tell what was going through her brain. Her lips moved but she made no sound. “Can you hear me?” I asked carefully as I put my hand over hers “Mother..?” And suddenly her eyes widened and she started shaking. “I'm here. Everything will be alright now, I promise” I assured her, stroking her cheek lightly. I hoped she could understand me because I certainly was not getting any answers from her right now. She blinked several times and then she looked up at me, a frown on her face and she shook her head. Her eyes flickered around the room, taking in every detail of it. As if she was saying “Where... am I?”, her eyes
Today, Penelope and I finally succeeded in making Scar's mother use the wheelchair. It is safe to say she wasn't very hostile because sometimes she would grow quiet and it was hard to read most of her facial expressions. She was a woman of few words so if you didn’t have something worthwhile to say,it would be better to just keep quiet. I was charming on my best days and she was always willing to let me do whatever I wanted, it took a while for things to start going well between us. But today was different, I think it was the excitement from being able to convince her mother to come out for the first time because Penelope was cheerful despite the circumstances. So I felt proud that we managed to pull off such a simple task. And I guess it was true, that we were now responsible for making her mother happy, after all, we did live together but was it as a family now? I wasn't sure, I couldn't really say. “And Fenris said he'll take me to the dance, can you believe that Mother?” s
It was suffocating. I didn't know if there was anything I could do to remedy the situation but I would do anything. Just to be able to fall asleep again. Just to feel at peace again, the calm kind of peace, the kind you can find during a peaceful nap.But hey, I wasn't being ungrateful.This was a gift, I didn't want to mess it up and hurt anyone else in the process. That's what family is for, right? They care about each other and give a hand, support one another and keep the whole world standing upright so it's impossible to topple it over. So I would continue to help them, even if I needed a little bit less sleep than usual, to keep our family standing. Even if it was difficult and it would cost me something.Scar had even me everything and it was the least I could do.Penelope invited Fenris over for dinner tonight and I was forced to switch seats, I didn't want to be seated directly opposite him which meant that I wouldn't be able to watch him the whole evening. And that I was pl
Arielle’s POVThe week flew by fast and I watched Scar do his best in protecting the people from curfews that were imposed on them. It was hard to get the people to agree but they eventually had to agree as none of them wanted to die. Well, that's what I told myself. If I was being honest with myself, I would admit that my motivation for helping was more than a little selfish. I couldn't watch him go through that every month without doing something about it and yet I still couldn't do much.I was very surprised when Penelope asked me to help her choose a dress, she dragged me into her room to help her pick a dress.I couldn't remember the last time I was there since she had an accident.But she had added a few changes to her room like adding a few plants here and there which I loved. The curtains were open, letting the sunlight in and I could see her bed perfectly made up and her closet doors closed. “Come on!” she said as she pushed me over her bed.The impact was almost enough to
Arielle’s POVI don’t know how I felt but I was relieved that it wasn’t Fenris, I didn't want such a man for her.“Are you not going to say something?” Penelope peered at me, her eyes were glistening with tears . She wiped at them furiously with the back of her hand before glaring down at the table. “Who is it?”“Some blonde young man, whose father is in brother's council,” she admitted bitterly.“And you don't like him?” I asked like I didn't know already.“Of course not! I love Fenris!” she declared with a sniffle and a glare that seemed to say ‘you're so stupid’. Her declaration didn't come as a surprise to me. Penelope had been smitten since I first saw her with him, she was still smitten now. The problem was however I thought it might be a good idea for her to have felt the bond with someone else, someone other than Fenris.“How are you so sure?” “I am sure Arielle, I am sure. I don't want anyone else, I want Fenris” She folded her arms around her chest like a spoiled brat an
Queen Krisdana's POVI had accepted my condition, accepted that the inability to walk again or move was my fate.My children had done their best, they were doing their best, Arielle was doing her best so was Camille and her endless potions which had seemed to help me move my head, and - that was all. It was enough considering the fact that I went from dying to this.My voice still hadn't returned, I had lost all hope on it as well. So did everyone else. And, honestly, I wasn't even sure that there was anything left in my mind. The pain in my legs kept me up most of the day, aching, throbbing, sometimes burning. I slept most of the time, sometimes I too tired to even eat properly but Arielle and Penelope made sure of that.They didn’t mind helping me around with my wheelchair.It was late and I was supposed to be asleep yet my eyes refused to close. The house was quiet save for an owl that was perched outside, watching its prey and the wind that stirred the tree branches. It was so qu
132. As the pack members interacted with her, laughter and shared moments became more frequent. Their affable interactions painted a portrait of unity and harmony, at least on the surface. But I couldn't shake the nagging suspicion that something deeper was at play. The easy camaraderie that had developed within days of her arrival raised alarm bells within me, stirring a sense of unease that refused to be ignored. Zoey's comfort within my home only compounded my discomfort. The boundaries between guest and intruder seemed to blur, and I found myself grappling with the strangeness of her being present in the spaces that were once solely mine. Each glance, each shared laugh, each gesture of camaraderie felt like an intrusion into the life I had carefully built for myself. My growing unease was heightened by the subtle, lingering looks she exchanged with Scar. His presence had always been a source of strength and comfort, a connection I held dear. But now, as my sister's gaz
After the twins were born, it felt like my position within the pack had shifted and expanded. The love and support I received from everyone made me realize that I had truly found my family. Those days were a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences, as I embraced my role as a mother and reveled in the newfound connections around me. But amidst the bustling days, there came a moment of serenity. I found myself in a garden near my dwelling, seeking solace and a chance to gather my thoughts. The rustling leaves and the gentle breeze created a comforting atmosphere, allowing me to momentarily escape the demands of pack life. Yet, that tranquility was unexpectedly shattered when a guard approached me with urgency. He explained that a woman had arrived, specifically requesting an audience with me. "I apologize for intruding upon your moment of peace, Arielle," he said, his tone respectful yet concerned. I offered a reassuring smile, understanding the responsibilities that c
Arielle’s POVMy mind was swirling with so many emotions and thoughts that it was difficult to focus on anything. I couldn't believe what just happened. Scar had just gotten tortured, and by these people, for no reason and because of me.Suddenly he began to struggle and fight against his captors, trying to get loose.But there was something going inside of me and I couldn't control it. My claws were beginning to sprout and spread across my knuckles and forearms. I watched with fascination as my nails elongated into sharp little daggers and sharp white tips protruded out. My skin started turning into something I didn't recognize and I felt myself growl, growling angrily and there was a rush of energy- an aggressive rush of energy flowing through me .I felt as if I were ready to burst at any moment. A dark storm cloud was brewing inside of me and it felt completely natural to unleash it now.“ST
Arielle’s POVScar was bleeding, the rope digging into my flesh was also making me bleed and I felt so weak , the blood loss was taking too long but the adrenaline rush was keeping the pain at bay, the fear at bay. When he took his final step towards me, I thought for certain that he was going to kill me right then and there and it would've been okay but not with Scar lying on the ground in the pool of his blood like that.He had put up a good fight but was no match for this man who was a master of sorcery and whose strength and speed were unimaginable.After he was done with Scar, he turned to me.“Now that you know that no one else is coming to your rescue, can we continue from where we stopped?” he had blood all over his face and sick grin he wore made me shiver and the feeling of unease in my stomach didn't disappear. ‘No one else is coming to your rescue...’ My breath caught as he walked towards me again, his gaze never leaving my face which was slowly becoming more drained b
Arielle's POVFenris threw me into the a room that looked like a dungeon and I heard the door slam shut with a bang as the heavy steel bar slammed into place behind my back. I was alone in the darkness for the first time in days. It was an unappealing, dark room that smelled like urine and sweat and fear.Everything was pitch black.“Please let me out of here” I turned immediately banging at the door . The bars were thick metal bolted together, but it was no use - they wouldn’t budge. They couldn’t be more secure anywhere else. “Let me go! Let me go… please!”My voice grew louder and my heart pounded in my chest as I banged frantically against my cage. It echoed around in my head making my headache worse. “Why… why are you doing this to me?” I felt tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. My throat tightened and my breath became shaky. I tried not to cry. But I couldn’t help myself. “Let me out…” I whimpered and sobbed quietly. Nothing, the only thing I got in return was the echo of
Scar’s POV I couldn't stay at the meeting with the constant blaring in my head, my wolf told me there was trouble, a big one, and that it was only natural for me to go check it out. If something was wrong at home, Arielle would have called me right? Someone would have called me yet, my heart didn't stop feeling like I'd been kicked by a mule. Something bad was going down. I couldn't continue with the meeting, so I took my leave. When I got home, everything looked normal on the outside, the guards looked in place and their scent remained strong in the air. I couldn't smell Arielle. I ran inside and still couldn't smell her but as I made my way through the hallway, there was Penelope, she was on the ground and coughing violently , as if someone had choked her or she had just bitten someone's arm off. The other guards tried to get her up, but it was no use. Her eyes rolled back and when her body went limp I ran to her, grabbed her and put her on my lap. She groaned softly and stirr
“I was supposed to be the one chosen to be Alpha! It was supposed to be me but your father snatched that opportunity from me and what else? He made me his assistant to mock me. Do you know what that meant? Do you know how embarrassing it was for me? I was the better fighter, the better everything!” He threw his arms out at the side, gesturing angrily to our surroundings. “Do you understand? No matter what I did, he never respected me! Not once!” He let out a bitter chuckle as if he was reliving a fond memory. Then suddenly his expression changed. His features became twisted with anger. The veins stood out along his neck, like cables connecting his rage to his brain. His face hardened, turning pale and menacing. I saw something dark appear at the edge of my peripheral vision. It started to grow bigger and larger until I couldn’t take my gaze off it. And in that moment it vanished! “Oh, how the people loved him! And your mother? She was supposed to be mine! He stole her from me too
Arielle’s POV The throbbing in my head woke me up, as if someone had slapped me across the face. The lights were so bright that I winced from where I was laying on the ground and tried to raise my hand to shield them. As soon as the light hit my closed eyelids, I knew the headache hadn’t just woken me up. It was starting again already. I tried not to breathe in too deeply or move. In the last few days of my pregnancy I had discovered that moving made me feel more nauseous. That, combined with this migraine made the nausea feel worse than the pain. I kept my eyes firmly closed. After a while, I opened them and tried to adjust them to the unfamiliar environment in front of me. Where was I? Where was Scar? As I tried to move, that sharp pain ran through my head again , forcing me back into a fetal position. This time I stayed still for several minutes, waiting to regain control over my body. When I felt steady enough, I carefully crawled up on my knees and then stood, swaying slight
Scar’s POVThat asshole had laid his fucking hands on my sister, something no one had ever done before and I wanted to hurt him so bad that my wolf growled in agreement and in anticipation of revenge - but not without the usual amount of pain he deserved. My hands connected with his face over and over again until his face was a swollen mass of red skin and he dropped like a rag doll into a pool of dark red blood. His body twitched slightly, but didn't stop moving as it began soaking into the dirt below him. Blood stained my white shirt, and splattered across my cheeks.“That's enough! STOP!” Alfred's loud voice echoed through the garden, he was the only one among the staff who was permitted to call me by my name.I turned to him still panting, but no longer in the mood for more violence. He looked angry, but mostly just scared.“Stay here with him” I ordered before pulling Penelope who was now sobbing hysterically out of the garden enough not to hurt her wrist.“Can you quit sobbing?