Third POVHarper stood frozen, unable to react, her body trembling. "You... killed... his... mother.""You heard me, Harper. Nothing good will come between you and Wyatt. Listen to Mommy," Karina said, each word instilling fear in Harper.Karina approached the vanity in the room, picking up a dark brown glass bottle containing black liquid. "Harper, this is a poison only us witches can concoct. You will take it and kill Wyatt."A wave of fear washed over Harper, feeling something in her stomach rise to her throat. "That's impossible. I won't hurt Wyatt.""Am I not clear enough, Harper? Do you think any alpha werewolf would want to be with a witch, whose mother killed his own mother?" Karina stared into Harper's eyes, and the intense headache returned. Karina's voice continued like a spell, "Tell me the answer. Would he fall in love with a witch like you?"Harper's body spasmed. She wanted to run away from Karina's gaze and questioning. But for some reason, she couldn't move at all. Ka
Third POVWyatt rushes out to find Harper looking around at the surrounding buildings of the Nightmare Barracks.She looked normal, too normal, as if nothing had happened.Wyatt slows down a little, "Harper, where have you been? We can't find you everywhere. Have you been in trouble?”Harper looked up and Wyatt noticed her eyes were a little red and puffy.She shook her head slightly, "No, I just wanted to get out and get some air. Being near the King's City was too depressing. Sorry, I meant to come back earlier, but this place is so big I got lost in the woods. ""You cried," Wyatt said, a little worried that something was wrong. "Honey, tell me what happened. If anyone did anything to you..."Harper interrupted Wyatt's remark, "I'm fine, I'm just a bit tired."Wyatt hesitated at Harper's interruption. Normally Harper didn't talk like that. It occurred to Wyatt that maybe he was putting too much pressure on Harper.He paused and said in a more relaxed tone, "I was worried about you.
Third POVAs Wyatt approached the room, his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze fixed firmly on the end of the corridor. He paused in the doorway, his hands clenched into fists, the knuckles turning slightly white with strength as tension tightened his muscles.Thoughts about Harper rushed through his mind, filling him with unease and conflict. He could easily kill any enemy, but when it came to Harper, he felt helpless.Finally, he suppressed all his emotions and pushed the door open.Suppressing all his emotions, Wyatt pushed the door open and as it swung open, he saw a dagger fall with a crunch to the floor at Harper's feet.Harper seemed a little nervous as she quickly kicked the dagger away, but soon hid it with a sweet smile. "You're back."Wyatt watched her and took a deep breath, trying to calm the restlessness in his heart. His gaze remained fixed on Harper, as if trying to see into the depths of her soul. "Aren't you asleep? You said you were tired."Harper's smile didn't falter
Harper's POV"Get out of my body!!" I shouted, feeling as if my body was being torn apart.I exerted all my strength, fighting to reclaim my consciousness. When I saw the dagger finally fall instead of piercing Wyatt's chest, all my muscles relaxed.Thank goodness. I would never forgive myself if I had hurt Wyatt.The world before my eyes blurred, and I could still see Wyatt yelling at me, but I couldn't hear anymore. I wanted to tell him I was okay, but I didn't know if I made any sound. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the pain coursing through every part of my body.In that strange room.When I heard that Karina had killed Wyatt's mother, the way I collapsed was like waves crashing down, completely undermining the children's carefully built sandcastle.How could my mother be such a woman kidnapped by ambition and slaughter? A self-satisfied killer?Karina continued to speak in my ear, her words like a spell gripping my insides. When I somewhat recovered from the chaos, I found that
Third POV"A witch?" Wyatt frowned, a look of absurdity written on his face. "Harper, are you joking? How could you possibly be a witch? You're my mate. The mate bond is here, between you and me. I can feel your heartbeat, your warmth, your emotions. You're a werewolf, Harper, just like me."Harper shook her head, tears streaming down her face. Wyatt's questioning felt like invisible hands tightly strangling her throat, taking away all the oxygen from her lungs. She struggled to speak, "Wyatt, I can't believe it either. I might be a hybrid of witch and werewolf.""Who told you these?" Wyatt pulled Harper into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. "I've never heard of werewolves and witches having offspring. Interspecies are dangerous. It's a lie, Harper."Harper's voice broke as she sobbed, "No, Wyatt, I hate to know this. But everything I've been through tells me it might be true."Wyatt released Harper, his lips tightly pressed together. "Tell me more," he said, his gaze scanning H
Harper's POV Bad dreams. I woke up from palpitations. Touching Wyatt's leather sofa, I consoled myself that I had escaped Karina. My heart didn't slow down due to self-assurance, as deep down, I knew this nightmare was far from over. Muffled male voices arguing at the door. It was Wyatt. I couldn't help but approach the door. Another voice was Steven's. "Luna", "witch", "race", and "betrayal" - these were the words I heard as I approached. I didn't catch the whole sentence, but I understood what Steven was trying to prove. Steven is talking about me. My heart sank, without anger. He was just stating a fact. I crouched slowly by the door, Wyatt's deep voice echoing from the other side of the wooden plank, "No more arguments. An Alpha who can't protect his Luna can't protect his pack." My eyes burned. Wyatt was being an idiot. Tears seeped through my hands and covered my face. The way he protected me made me feel warm and guilty. After a while, there was a soft knock on the
Third POVKarina hurriedly walked to her room, holding her forehead. Strands of hair fell from her loose bun, creating a stark contrast to her usual perfect appearance. In fact, her headaches had never stopped since she discovered that Harper, that little bitch, had somehow escaped her mental control.She pushed the door open to be greeted by darkness and her rapid pulse betrayed her anxiety - someone was waiting in the room.Karina murmured, "Ignite". Under her spell, the flames of several candles flickered to life, illuminating the silhouette of a woman in the center of the room.The woman slowly turned, revealing her creepy features, her hair white as snow, her skin pale as death, and her lips red as blood.She approached Karina, radiating a powerful and terrifying aura that forced Karina to involuntarily lower her head."Karina, your companions have invested so much to make you the Luna of the werewolves, and we expect something in return." The woman's gaze was sharp and direct li
Wyatt's POV I released my grip, but it was too late. Five deep fingerprints marked Harper's neck. She coughed violently. I stared at my trembling hands and whispered, "Sorry...Harper. I am sorry." It had been years since I had that dreadful nightmare. Why did it invade my dreams again today? Damn it, what's wrong with me? Amidst continuous coughing, Harper managed to say, "Wyatt... is... everything... okay?" A profound self-loathing and guilt surged within me. I nearly killed her, yet she only asked about me. No, I am not okay. Everything spiraled out of control since Karina captured Harper. Harper shouldn't have anything to do with Karina. I touched her neck, my voice dry, "Does it hurt?" She shook her head, and I noticed her chest rapidly rising and falling. Clearly, she lied to spare me more stress. I averted my gaze and sighed deeply, "I'm sorry, Harper. I feel off. Maybe you should leave to avoid further harm from me." "It's okay, Wyatt." I noticed a faint frown on her n