In a time where it is impossible for women to provide for themselves, Irene has to find her chosen mate to take care of herself and her younger brother, but it’s almost impossible as she is known as the Traitor’s Daughter and no Alpha wants to be with her. What happens when she ends up being forced to seek help for the man responsible for her misfortune? The man who put those false accusations and had her father executed? A man with many scars, both physically and mentally?
View MoreLucienI have been stuck in this non ending meeting for a long time now and the only thing I wanted was to leave.Everybody was yelling at the top of their voice and I had no idea what exactly was making them this tense.Each person seated here wanted to oppress the other with their power and all this was part of what wore me down since the discussions began.“Lucien, what do you have to say concerning this?” One of the Alphas seated there, asked.“Nothing,” I responded quickly, turning my face from him. I left him puzzled because I was already tired.No one should come to me for any answer. I wish that could work because the voices around me were so loud and filled with so much desperation, yet nothing concrete seemed to come from them.The endless arguments, plans, and counter
IreneCan someone explain something to me? Why was this lady bent on frustrating me? I avoided her like a plague but she still comes running after me. I bit my fingers and slammed my fist against my forehead. I could see that the air around her carried trouble. “I hate her.”These three words were the perfect description of how I felt about her presence. As if she was not as annoying as ever, she moved through the house like she owned it. Why couldn't she behave like the guest that she is?She was beginning to make friends with every pack member she came across and she never failed to laugh stupidly with them. I was quite sure that everything she was doing was deliberate. Including her coming to meet me today.But thankfully today, I refused to let her have the upper hand. I would not give her the satisfaction of seeing me crumble in pain. “Irene, let it go,” I whispered to myself as I walked out of the living room with my heels clicking against the tiled floor. I was halfway t
IreneThe house was too quiet and I was getting bored. I decided to engage in knitting and watching over the pack. But guess what?I had been sitting in the living room, staring at the same embroidery hoop for the past hour, yet the fabric remained untouched. I had no idea what I was doing. The soft tick-tock of the clock was all I could hear in this empty room and I resolved within me to get the hell out of here since knitting was not helping. Lucian had gone off on some important pack business and I had never felt his absence so deeply. Now, I wish he was here. Shouting at the top of his voice and making me mad. “Get a grip, Irene,” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head after I found myself smiling uncontrollably at the thought of . “You are not some lovesick fool. Besides, remember you don't like him like that.”Still, my fingers kept itching for something to do. Sitting here doing nothing was driving me insane. I decided I needed to focus on something productive, some
Lucian“Come back, Irene. I didn't mean you should leave. I said you should cool off,” I said, calling her back and she stopped, facing me with her arms around her chest.Irene was fuming in anger and it was cute seeing her this jealous. I guess this is working.“Oh, you didn't? You clearly said you wanted to enjoy your meal with your lover,” she answered and I could no longer contain my laughter.What has gone into the head of this lady?“I never mentioned she is my lover. Did I, Irene?”“Oh, what's the difference? She kissed you on your cheeks. Can you explain that?” she asked and before I could open my mouth to speak, she cut in again. “Never mind. I don't need any more explanation from you.”I leaned back in my chair, my arms folded across my chest.
IreneAfter what seemed like forever, it slipped my mind to inform Lucian about the lady I encountered. “It doesn't matter, anyway. I will tell him when I see him during breakfast,” I reassured myself. It was morning already and the sun was already shining brightly. I came to a stop as I got to the top of the stairs. My heart was still heavy with a lot of worries and my mind was clouded with unanswered questions. Last night’s encounter with the mysterious woman who I had no idea what she was up to was still fresh in my memory and the worst part? I could still hear her annoying laughter echoing as I walked down. I straightened my shoulders, reminding myself that whoever she was, I would not let anyone in this house intimidate me. Taking a deep breath, I made my way downstairs to the dining room. As I entered the dining room, I was taken aback by who I saw. “Is this not the wo…wo…woman I saw earlier?” I asked not one in particular. I still could not believe what I was seeing,. p
Irene“I asked a bloody question, woman!” I asked again as she held the knife firmly to my neck.I was still trying to recover from the shock and my mind was scrambling to make sense of everything that had just happened.There was a fucking intruder in this house whose purpose was to stab me to death while no one was watching.The thought of that sent chills down my spine.My pulse was still racing as I stood in the kitchen, an inch away from her as I tried to calm myself.A severe headache was starting to creep in and it brought that nagging pain in the back of my head that seemed to make things worse.Who was this stranger? Why had she been in the kitchen with a knife? Positioned to kill me?The worst was that I asked a question and I was met with silence. Such disrespect.&n
IreneAgain, it was as if I got heartbroken anytime he decided to leave me to myself.I could not believe it when I heard the door creak open, and after I heard the sound, there was an unmistakable silence in my roomI had thought he had left me for good, not even caring to give me a proper goodbye, but here he was, standing in front of me again as if nothing had happened."I thought you left," I blurted out, wishing I could hit me with my fist continuously but I could not.I was still stuck in here. Before I could catch myself, I quickly added."I'm sorry, Lucien. I didn't mean it like that. I'm really sorry. Please, forgive me.”But I saw it. The storm that was hidden deep inside of him was still raging in his eyes.I was confused by what was happening at first until I discovered that the anger had n
Irene“Don't go, Lucian! Don't step your feet out of this place, please!” I shouted at the top of my voice, gripping the bars of the cell as I struggled to get up.Luckily for me that worked. He stopped. He did! Lucian stopped to listen to me? Am I dreaming?I held the bars harder, my legs shaking even more. I wanted to scream at him, to tell him harsh words that will cause more pain in his heart.“Do you take pride in making me miserable, Lucien? Do you really love seeing me this way? You love the way I'm suffering right here in the cell?” I blurted out, my voice trembling with frustration.His face remained as pale as fuck, as if my words were nothing more than an annoying buzz in his ears.What the hell was wrong with him? Was he that heartless? How was I sure the man standing in front of me has a heart?Wel
Lucian“What is it about her that won’t let me breathe? What is so special about that lady that I can't sleep well at night? What is so special about her that I wake up thinking about her?”The question tore through my thoughts as I stood outside the heavy door that separated us.I was crazy. I knew I was. I should not have been here. I had no business pacing the halls like some restless wolf chasing its prey. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head.Irene.Why was I suddenly missing her defiant attitude towards me? Why was I feeling lonely because she was not here around me? The house was empty without her, and I hated the silence.I was the one who threw her in the cell so that she could learn some lessons and now, I'm beginning to worry too much about her. She was nothing but trouble. She was stubborn, defiant, and so annoyingly captivating that it made my chest tighten.I should not miss her. I should not care about her sharp tongue or the fire that burn
Irene's POV "You have to hurry Irene!" The twigs snapped rapidly under my legs with each movement, but I still didn't feel fast enough. We were the only wolves living in a cottage deep in the woods. I always told Dad that we had to move into the city and stay with the other pack members but he never listened."Come on Dad, the wood is so isolated. Whenever I head to the city, people call me a freak, and I don't blame them at all. I mean, we live in the goddamn woods!" I would say."A werewolf should live in their territory, not outside," He would reply.Now here I was, almost breathless from running for miles. I couldn't stop to catch my breath because I was worried—and for the first time in years, I was... Scared.Familiar faces stared at me as light shone brightly on my face at the entrance to the house, the looks on their faces horrifying, but it couldn't be compared to Silas's, my little brother. He looked like he had seen something worse than a ghost.Without talking to anyone,...
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