Lily's POV As soon as we arrived at Mistwood Creek, I hurried away from Marcus and his men with my bag.I had gathered my mother's potion book and took with me some herbs that were in bottles. I was going to begin my revenge and there was no stopping me now.I had to do this before going to find Shawn. I knew he was alive.I removed our family painting and hung it where I could see it clearly. It would serve as my motivation.All through our ride back, I had feared Marcus would ask his men to search my bag, but they did not. I could not help but wonder at what fool he was.I took my father's perfume bottle and kept it close to my bed. I took the dried herbs and potion books and hid them among my clothes in the closet.As I stepped out of the closet, I met Amelia standing in my room with a smile on.Not again.“I'm sure you have heard of the upcoming banquet,” Amelia asked, walking slowly across the room.“Yes, I have,” I replied, monitoring her movement.“Good, because I brought inst
Lily's POV The day of the banquet had finally arrived. The halls were set, drinks were brought and music and performers were already present and doing what was meant for them.It was a big event that demanded a lot of attention from everyone because even Marcus was nowhere to be seen. Or was he avoiding me?Early in the morning, I heard a knock on my door. I hurried out of bed to check who it was. I unlocked the door and Clara stepped in.“I heard you would be serving with us tonight so I hastened over here. I hope you do not mind?” She asked, wearing her usual bright smile.“That was so thoughtful of you Clara,” I replied, truly grateful for her thoughtfulness.“Who would you be serving?” She asked as she settled into my bed.“Lord Darkwood’s table,” I replied unenthusiastically. “Are you the one serving Marcus?” I asked curiously.“I wish. I will be serving Queen Laurent.” She replied.That would make reaching the royal table easier. No one would suspect a thing. I had to make sure
Lily’s POV I hovered over the wine jars for longer than I expected. I tried pouring the potion into the wine jar, but I could not bring myself to mix the potion in.Tears began to stream down my face. I became numb and weak to my knees.Why could I not just do what I have set in my heart to do? Why can I not just kill them off? Why?My tears kept falling and I could not bear to be caught like this, but it was too late.“What are you doing here?” I turned to see the winemaker standing at the door with some guards.I tried to hide the potion bottle but it slipped out of my hands and fell inside the wine pot. I gasped and turned my attention to the pot without answering his question.“No.. no.. this can't be happening. Please no. I didn't mean to.” I sobbed and my tears flowed.“Young lady, what are you talking about?” The winemaker asked more seriously and began to approach me.“Please, I just wanted to die and not cause trouble.” I pleaded.My tears were genuine but my pleas were fals
Marcus’s POV Coming down from my chambers, I was shocked to see Lily in the company of Leila Darkwood.I cursed lightly under my breath. Winston would have ensured she was given to anyone but the Darkwoods.I had to make sure she was released from them. She could serve anybody but them. I tried to ignore their presence, but not until Leila called out.“Marcus.”I stopped and looked in her direction. “Leila Darkwood, welcome to Mistwood Creek,” I said in response to her.I watched as Leila walked towards me, leaving Lily behind. I looked over at her before I noticed her walking away.“How have you been Marcus?” Leila asked, walking up to me in slow steps.Leila Darkwood was a beautiful lady with nice curves and an attractive appearance. Although most times, she is dressed as though she is Maleficent. And her heart is as dark as her father's heart.“I have been well Leila. You should be at the banquet hall.” I replied with an air of indifference.“What the hell Marcus? I wanted to talk
Marcus’s POV As I stepped into the room, I could not conceal the rage that surged through me on seeing Lily unconscious.“What's going on here?” I snarled. My fangs had already emerged and I was hungry for some pound of flesh.The first person I got a grip on was Scar-face Amelia. “Do you mind telling me what the hell happened here or shall I help you speak up?”“It is not I Master Marcus, it is Lady Leila,” Amelia replied.“Of course, I knew Leila was involved. But what are you?” I asked menacingly.“I am sorry Master Marcus, it will not repeat itself again.” She pleaded.“It definitely would not,” I said calmly. But in an instant, my claws had emerged from my hands and I used them to tear her face, boring in the marks and scars that would never heal in her entire lifetime.Once I was done with her, I flung her out of the room and then turned to the guards stationed by the door. “I never want to see her ugly face ever again.”“Yes, Master Marcus.” They replied and dragged the screami
Marcus's POV Finding a quiet spot in the forest, close to the outskirts I transformed into my wolf. I was bigger than other wolves, just as my father was, just as his father before him.We were known for our fierceness and extraordinary strength and speed. Only those who had not become impure by harnessing foreign magic in them still maintained the exact strength of a Twilight Ridge werewolf.That was me.I was a black werewolf with lots of fur, my claws were large and sharp and my fangs never missed their target. I yearned for Lily, but I could never have a mate. There was a weakness that came with it, just as it was at the moment with Lily.The worst part was that my wolf's chosen mate was now a slave. I would become a laughing stock. Not that I cared, but it would have an impact on the loyalty and respect of the people.I set my paws and took a stance ready to sprint, with a loud howl, I took to my heels under the dark sky.At first, I just wanted to run to ease off the tension th
Lily's POVI fluttered my eyes open and took in the sight of my surroundings. There were cream-colored light curtains. A plushy duvet cover, pristine walls and floor. It was a beautifully decorated room. Marcus's room. I sat up and leaned on the bed rest.How did I get here? I thought I was dying already. Why did I have to survive? Who was the face behind that black wolf?Father had said if he kept coming he was my mate, why did he not reveal himself already to me?Why does he allow me to suffer in the world but keep saving me in my dreams? It made no sense and I would rather not even have him exist than hide behind a beastly apparel.I remembered the field with two kids. I laughed inwardly at the thought. Mother and father had always loved children, so if that was their reason for sending me back, then I would have to apologize to them again because I would not be able to fulfill their request.I would never get married, I would never bear a child, I would never build a family. I ha
Marcus’s POVAt the full break of sunlight, I woke up feeling a little too tired, but I had to see Lily no matter what.I forced myself up from the bed, then rose to the bathroom to freshen up. Once I was done having my bath, I stared back at my reflection in the mirror for a couple of minutes. I admired the black runes that ran down my arms.Every Twilight Ridge werewolf had a rune, some ran along their legs while some like myself, ran along our arms.“It is just really annoying to think such a beautiful part of our bodies was created just for our mates and kids.” I had told this to Winston some time ago.Most of our Servants were humans, or very lowly werewolves who still crossbred with humans. Winston was human.I sighed and walked out of the bathroom and got into the closet to get dressed.As I stepped out of the closet, I saw the little potion bottle on the table. I picked it up and swirled the content inside it.She had an intent to kill and it was either to kill them or to kill