Third POVWyatt and Brent approached the back door of the palace castle silently, like two cheetahs. They ducked into a dark and narrow alley, with only a sliver of skylight filtering through a crack in the roof.Brent poked his head out, and the sight before him made him frown. The doorway was thickly lined with soldiers, clad in iron armor, spears in hand, their eyes like swords, scanning the area warily."Damn, they've strengthened the guards. What now? We can't just break in like this." Brent whispered against the wall."I have a way to get in," Wyatt said calmly, glancing out of the corner of his eye at two soldiers passing through the alley."How?" Brent asked eagerly.Wyatt suddenly turned around and threw a punch at Brent.Brent was startled but quickly understood Wyatt's intentions. He dodged Wyatt's punch with agility and returned the kick.The two men fought in the alley, cursing each other loudly. The sound of their fight drew the attention of the two soldiers on patrol."
Third POVHarper felt someone put her down and she was surrounded by the softness of the bed. Her body was heavy. She tried to open her eyes or move her limbs, but she couldn't.For a moment, she wondered if she was dead. She struggled with a faint consciousness for a while, then fell back into the darkness.After an unknown amount of time, she felt something being removed from her body."Harper...Harper...wake up."She realized that someone was calling her. She couldn't make out who the voice belonged to.Immediately, a sharp pain entered her body from the top of her head. She wanted to scream like hell and finally found herself opening her eyes.Where is this?As far as the eye could see, the walls of this room were decorated with intricately patterned tapestries. The stained glass windows cast colorful lights onto the floor, and the dark green, thick velvet curtains beside the windows.Everything suggested that this room did not belong to an ordinary master.Harper tried to get up,
Third POVHarper was seized by a feeling of nausea, the bitterness of bile swirling in her throat.Carter once said her mother had beguiled him, yet the woman before her, this supposed "mother," blamed the Alpha King for destroying her happiness with Carter.The unthinkable revelation that she was the Luna Queen sent chills down her spine.How was that possible? Wyatt's stepmother was her mother. Harper could hear her thoughts spinning in her mind. The weight of the revelation was oppressively heavy."My child, it was not my destiny to be the Luna," her mother's voice, mournful, filled the suffocating silence. "I was brought here by Alexander. Carter and I lost touch. My magic was hindered by the circumstances of my body. I had nowhere to run and was forced to stay here."The voice of Karina echoed in the silent room, her tone steeped in sorrow. "Alexander was horrible to me. Child, he's a demon.""How can that be? You're his Luna."A flash of pain rippled across Karina's enchanting f
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