THIRD PERSON’S POVIt had been a long and tedious 48 hours for the triplets as each of them waited for the fate that only one of them had to suffer. Wren stayed back in the palace because she could not bear to leave her brothers in such a state even though she barely even knew them. This was the first time that she was with someone that she would call family and she liked the feeling. Also, she knew that her days of being a witch were about to be over so she might as well start learning about her other side. She was assigned a maid and a room in the palace to stay as long as she needed. Even though she was not an heir to the palace, the triplets had told everyone to accord the same respect to her as though she was one. Wren also grew fond of the triplets and she could feel herself getting attached to them. As a kid, the only person she had was the lady her mother left to take care of Wren. Even though she did a pretty good job at it, it was still never going to be the same because sh
DECLAN’S POVMy brother was going to die. The realisation came as a bitter taste in my mouth because, for the past few days, I tried to convince myself that this was not even real. Perhaps the witches had shot the hex in some other place and it had not hit any one of us. But it has, unfortunately, and it had to be on my brother who I adored more than anything. I did not like to play favourites but Liam was my favourite and closest brother. He was the only one I could go to with anything. He knew how to manage me and the fights between Julian and I. The look on his face made me want to burst out into a fit of rage because this could not be real. It couldn’t be fucking real. “No,” Julian shook his head. “Get the cup again so he can drink from it. I think there must be a misunderstanding here.” He frowned as he looked back. Poppy was standing there with the glass in her hand and the other was on her lips. She had seen what happened. “There is no use for that. This hack has a very dis
DECLAN I had never known fear until today when I heard what had happened. As disoriented as I was, I managed to rush down to check for a pulse anywhere on his body and luckily as I was checking, I felt one on his neck. I nearly cried out in happiness and relief as I collapsed on the chair that was behind me. “He is alive. He is alive. Call on the doctors. Fast, Julian.” I yelled at him. Julian rushed outside and Poppy followed right behind him too. I looked down at the mess and the dead snake and sighed. Was this the hex or was it already rooted deep inside of him? There was still black blood seeping out of my mouth that looked disgusting. Was he dying already? I didn’t want to face the rest of the day like this. I didn’t want him to die just like this. We have so much more to experience, and I haven’t even given him a proper goodbye. I felt tears sting in my eyes even though I was not the type that ever cried. But I couldn’t handle it. And it wasn’t even the time to fucking cry. I
LIAM I drank a massive gulp of the drink that was forced to my throat and I coughed out, feeling an overwhelming kind of relief enveloping me. It was like a drink of cold water compared to what I had been subjected to while I was knocked out cold. It felt like I was in a mental prison, jailed and held against my will. It was the most painful thing I have ever gone through and now that I was feeling slightly better, I had never appreciated my life and well being in my life. I felt energetic, even. Like my old self. I didn’t know where I had lost my consciousness and drifted into that land that was full of despair but when I opened my eyes, I was by a lake. It took me a while to gather my mind and recall the lake as the one my brothers and I used to play in all of the time. One day, we stopped coming and we stopped talking about it. It just happened and we never looked back. I felt my mind picking up all of the places that had gotten lost in my memory, recognizing them once again like
DAISY They kept procrastinating the day of the celestial event and it started to annoy me because I wanted to get it over without all of the anxiety that was brewing up in me. I tried to kill myself three times but each time, I chickened out. I did not know how to just kill myself without having the most intense and crippling fear of the after all. I have been there once. I could not remember what life was after death, but I was still too scared to experience it again. The women had tried their best to make me happy. Every night, they called out on some of the witches to put on a show for me. They had completely healed me from all of the pain I went through during pregnancy that I couldn’t even remember what it felt like. They had given me the best last days anyone could ever ask for, but I tried to relish every last of it. At least even after all of this, I was rest assured that my mates and my children were happy and healthy back at home. I knew that they would not be able to post
DAISY I woke up in a big, black room that had no windows. The crippling anxiety settled in once I noticed the darkness that was overwhelming me. I wiped my face with my hands as I got up to my feet and groaned. Here we go again, another attempt at dying without actually dying. Did the witches manage to resurrect me and now they are planning on sacrificing me in the next moon? That would be crazy because I knew that this time was going to be bad. I groaned as the realisation that I had failed dawned on me once again. The witches were going to gain power and they were going to kill my children and my mates as revenge for what I did. For betraying them, and for killing Killian. They were not going to make it easy on me. I tried to adjust my eyes to the darkness until I could finally see something in the room. Like a small window by the far end and a little door. I sighed gladly as I walked toward it, hopeful that there was at least a door to the room so I might be able to get out of it
DAISY “Your daughter?” I choked out. My heart was racing at that point, and my mind was still trying to understand what she meant by that. My parents have been long dead. Could they have been here all along, which meant that they were never really dead in the first place? They were staying in this nice heaven of theirs while they waited for me to join them one day. It was true then. I was really dead and the witches were not going to use me or my blood to get back their powers.That made me so happy. The person who she called my father came out of one of the rooms. His eyes looked bloodshot, like he was sleeping, but there was such a familiar look on his face. It did not take me long to realize that it was because the look was like the one on my face. We looked exactly alike. He was my father, indeed. I did not notice that I looked like my mother that much but for him, I certainly did. “Oh my God, Lucy.” He let out a breath as he rushed towards me and engulfed me in a hug. For a seco
DAISY There was a lot of bread and soup on the table where it was set. I did not know how it took my mother so little time to set the table including me. The food looked scrumptious and my mother immediately started to water. I wondered where they got all the ingredients from since the whole place was made of daisies and some roses. I refrained from asking the question because it might come off as intrusive.“I used to make this meal for you all the time when you were younger, Daisy.” My mother said as she sat down on the seat in front of the table. I laughed at that because that was not even possible. I was a baby when they died. How could they have been able to feed me bread and soup? I was supposed to be surviving off breastmilk and water. “I was a baby then. How did I eat it?” I asked her with a little humour in my tone. I watched as her eyes locked with my father’s eyes, and then the colour in her face drained. My heart squeezed. “What is wrong?” I had a feeling something was
DAISY One year later. One year had passed since the day I had woken from my coma, and what a year it had been. Today, as I stood before the mirror in my bridal gown, the excitement and nerves intertwined within me, creating a whirlwind of emotions. This was the day Declan and I would become husband and wife, surrounded by our beloved pack, family, and friends.I smoothed my hands against my dress and I smiled when I felt the sheen feeling of the material it was made up of. I had never thought that I was going to be wearing a dress with such luxury as this some time in my life. I had always just thought that I was going to wear some cheap clothes when I came to this pack, even though I thought I was going to get married to Julian at that time. But it never settled in my head to have an extravagant wedding. Yet here I was, in one of the most expensive dresses anyone has ever owned in the pack and being the Luna of the pack. It brought so many privileges that I underestimated what it
DECLAN As I woke beside Daisy, the warmth of her presence enveloping me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. We had shared a peaceful and sensual night together, our worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of our love. Is has been a month. A blissful month of love as we tried to forget the trials and tribulations our family had gotten through. We were raising our kids perfectly. I had legally adopted them as mine and I was going to raise them as that. I didn’t want there to be anything that was going to stop me from doing the right thing by them. I wanted to be there for them like my father was for me and give them the best childhood anyone could ever ask for. “Declan.” Daisy sighed under my arm, turning and leaning into me. I looked down at her face, her perfect little face. I would go to war for her. All I wanted was to stare at her and wait for her to fall asleep. But as much as I longed to stay by her side, duty called. Today was my coronation day
DECLAN As consciousness slowly seeps back into my mind, I found myself enveloped in a haze of confusion. I blinked, disoriented, unsure of where I was or how I had come to be here. What was going on? The last time I was awake, I was with my children and now I was in this strange place. A strange beautiful place. Everything seemed surreal, as if I were caught in the midst of a dream from which I could not wake. I stood up to my feet and at that moment, I could feel myself float. My entire body felt not as feathery as I walked on the grass, feeling a sense of calmness in the pit of my stomach. It was almost as if I was not depressed about how my mate had died. It almost felt like I had died because my emotions were not present. I looked around, trying to understand where I was, and then, amidst the swirling mists, I saw them. Julian and Liam stood before me, their smiles luminous and their presence a balm to my blank soul.My heart skipped a beat and I stood there in shock, a surge o
DECLAN I couldn't believe it. My brother, my triplet, was gone. I felt like the world was crashing down around me, suffocating me with its weight. I knew it was going to happen one day or the other. Once upon a time, I was fighting for this. To be the only survivor out of the three of us. I wanted this. Yet all I could feel was guilt and the most excruciating pain known to man. I wished I had never been born, because nothing could prepare for the death of both of my brothers. My body felt like it was floating in space as I staggered over to his lifeless body, my heart breaking with every step. Aurora and Wren were sobbing nearby, their grief echoing mine, but I felt so utterly alone. Once upon a time, it was the three of us. We were happy and vibrant even though we had misunderstandings but at the end of the day, we were triplets and we had each other. We have been together since we knew what life was. I was never going to be the same. I wanted my life to end at this point. There w
DAISY As I emerged from the swirling depths of the portal, my heart pounded in my chest with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I thought I had died. It seemed almost too real because I was in the portal that was for the dead. How was I still feeling after all of this? I could feel my consciousness coming back to me slowly. I could feel my fingers move, my body trembling from the trauma it had just gone through and sensation filling my nerves. I opened my eyes and the bright light clouded my vision. I was alive, back where it had all happened. But as my eyes adjusted to the familiar surroundings of our home, a wave of despair crashed over me. It has happened. The breaking of the curse, and Julian. Where the hell was he?I turned to check and there, lying beside me, was Julian's lifeless body, his eyes closed in eternal slumber. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I reached out to him, my fingers trembling with grief and disbelief."No, Julian," I whispered, my voice choking with te
DAISY I dreaded when the day was going to come eventually. It has been almost a month and even though the knowledge of what was going to happen was heavily upon us, we still did not allow that to stop us from being happy. Julian and I have been dreading the day that it will happen but even though we were, we were trying to put on happy faces for everyone. We desperately did not want anyone to remember us being depressed or being a burden. We were warned to relish the days we had left and spend them with positivity. Aurora and Wren have been working hand in hand to start up with the reverse spell.I had told them that I wanted to help since I was the one that created the spell in the first place but they disagreed with me and made me spend more time with my family and friends instead. I had been with Declan and Poppy trying out things I was scared to try out before. We had eaten so much that I was sure I had tried out every delicacy in the pack. We had tried different spots and had go
JULIAN Anger boiled within me and I had to act like it was not eating me up because I needed to put on the best face. The anger was swirling and raging against the injustice of it all. How could fate be so cruel, so relentless to our family? The weight of responsibility bore down on my shoulders, threatening to crush me beneath its burden. I didn’t want to blame Daisy. I really didn’t want to. She was a different person five centuries ago and what she did was justifiable because of what they did to her after. It was not even her fault. But I wished it never happened. I wished my ancestors were not fucking fools and didn’t try to do that to her. I hated everything about how this was unfolding. Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered the soft creak of the door as it opened into my dimly lit room. I glanced up, my gaze meeting the familiar features of my mother, Aurora. The resentment I had felt for her for so long immediately gripped me, churning within me at the sight of her. Even
DAISY Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over our cozy living room. Today was not the day to be depressed. It has been two days since the news was announced and even though everyone was depressed about it, we knew that we needed to look at the positives. Even if I died, I knew that my children were going to have a great childhood. They were not going to grow up knowing that one of them was going to die and the others were going to survive. I was happy about that at least. It was a day of celebration, a day to rejoice in the new beginnings that lay ahead even if it was without me. After everything we'd been through, it felt like a small victory just to be gathered here together, surrounded by love and family. Poppy and Wren decided on a cute little naming ceremony for us before everything unfolded. I watched as Julian bustled around the kitchen, his excitement palpable as he prepared snacks and drinks for our little party. He had been my rock throughout the p
JULIANThis all felt suffocating to me. I had thought this was over. The pain, suffering, and torment of dealing with loss and grief. But apparently it wasn’t. This time, it was not even someone that was dying on me. I was about to be the one that was going to die. Somehow, I had always thought I would be the one that was going to die first. I was the nonchalant one and didn’t really care about the crown. I knew that I was the less deserving one for the crown and being mated to our mate when we had her, so I was going to be the first victim of the prophecy. But unfortunately, I wasn’t and Liam was the one that fell into its ugly jaws first. I wish I was able to change it. I wished I could go back in time and die first because I could not deal with this. I have created holes in the middle of my room as I walked around. I was fighting the urge to carry a bottle of alcohol and chug it down but I had to be sober for my kids. If I were to die, I didn’t want to do it without anyone remem