Lucian’s POV“Are you sure we are not wasting our time here, Lucian?” Chris asked me, and I placed my finger on my lips, asking him to shut it. I needed to concentrate. Yes, we haven't found out exactly what was happening, but I felt that something was not right. We kept pushing ourselves into the deepest part of the forest, and it became quieter and cold. My wolf became so restless, and he began pacing inside of me. I could tell he could sense something too, his instincts sharp and alert.That growl and loud noise earlier was not from one of my own. It was from an intruder. I knew my pack too well, and this was not a sound I could ignore.Beside me, Chris kept moving with ease, and he looked calm. "Lucian," he said again, breaking the silence between us. "We have been out here for over an hour. If there was a threat, we would have found it by now."I didn’t respond to him. Instead, I kept my eyes forward. I didn't want to lose focus, and he did everything possible to divert my
Irene’s POVI knew I could not sleep. Not when I was in this state. I lay on the bed and pretended to be asleep, though my heart was hammering fiercely against my ribcage.Thank Goodness. Alpha Lucian was not back yet to give me a headache. I ransacked a drawer he had left open but could not find anything reasonable. “Well, I will give it to him. He's that smart. He is!” I said to myself, hitting the bed continuously with my palm. As I lay there, all to myself. I heard the sound of footsteps coming towards my direction. I knew those footsteps were his before I saw him. The door creaked open, and Alpha Lucian stepped in. His dark energy filled the room, almost suffocating me, but I didn’t move. I kept on taking shallow breaths as I pretended to be asleep. “I know you are awake, Irene. Stop the pretence! ” he blurted out, and his deep voice cut through the silence, making goosebumps appear all over my skin.I stayed still for a moment longer, hoping he would let it go and leave
Lucian’s POV I had told them to throw the girl into the dungeon but I had other plans concerning that. I found myself in the dungeon in no time and the air in the dungeon was damp and hot. All I could perceive was a metallic scent which filled the air. In this dungeon, many people have died in there and so many people were on their way to their graves. No one dared me and went scot free. I always had a place for each of them and when I meant business dealing with them, I always did. As I walked into the dungeon, my shoes echoed against the cold stone floor as I descended the staircase. The guards at the entrance straightened as I approached and they all bowed down the moment then saw me. Although, they respected my presence. Their faces were also filled with confusion. I knew that they must be wondering why I was here by this time of the day. They were not used to me visiting the dungeons unless there was a reason, today, there was one.The rogue twelve year old girl lay curl
IreneI refused to utter a word. I couldn't seem to take my mind off the number of times I had failed to get out of this place. Now, slowly. I was beginning to accept my fate. Was that not the worst thing for anyone to do? The room felt colder than usual, or maybe it was just me. I kept my eyes on the door, waiting for Lucian to return from wherever he went. Why was I bothered about all of these? I couldn't tell. I just waited. Soon enough, Lucian finally walked in, looking a little calm. His facial expression was unreadable, but there was something different about him this time around. His usual commanding aura seemed to have subdued. It felt like it was never there, and I was surprised.What happened to the man who always comes raging in with the most powerful aura?I decided not to speak, unsure of what mood he was in. Noticing that he felt different already was like a slap in my face. Instead of talking, I watched him closely and monitored his every movement. He glanced at
LucianI had been getting too soft-hearted. Or was it only because of her?I could not tell. I had been dealing with a lot and over thinking things were not helping. Leaning against the cold stonewall of the hallway, Irene’s words kept ringing in my head. What had she done to me that nowadays, whatever she said keeps creeping inside my memory. That girl had a way of speaking that crawled under my skin. Her words kept twisting itself into my thoughts and refusing to leave no matter how hard I tried. That was not all. She accused me of being a bully, of taking pleasure in her suffering and the worst part? She was not entirely wrong.Somehow, I was beginning to think that I was a terrible person. I was making her suffer and now she thinks I derive pleasure in seeing her beg for freedom. I exhaled sharply, punching the wall with my fist before heading back to the room. I muttered some curse words to myself as if it would make me feel better. But, sadly it didn't. As I opened the do
IreneI knew that I should have regretted talking to Lucian that way. No matter how I tried to twist things, I was giving him reasons to hate me even more. One thing I hated was that none of my plans were working on him. He didn't seem to care much about the cold shoulder I gave him. That was a bad sign. A very bad sign and I was fed up already. I leaned against the cold wall of his room and the silence stretched endlessly around me. This place was so suffocating that I could hardly breathe, yet I refused to let it crush me. It was better than having to face Lucian by any time of the day. I wanted freedom but if Lucian wanted to keep me locked up here like a caged animal, fine. I would make sure he grew tired of seeing my face every day. This doesn't seem like it was going to work anytime soon but, I will keep time. But deep down, I knew I was playing a dangerous game.My defiant attitude was causing a lot of problems for the both of us. It could only push him so far before he
Irene“Be a dutiful wife?!” It was such an audacious order to hear from Lucian but I had already accepted to be that for him. What was I even thinking? I held my head tight with my two hands as I began to think about the consequences of my actions. Of course, I didn't want to see my brother get maltreated or even killed by Lucian because Lucian meant every single word that he said. I let out a loud sigh and fell on the bed in frustration. ***It was still funny to me. When Lucian laid down his order, every part of me resisted. Be his dutiful wife? Attend to pack matters? Smile and play pretend for visiting alphas?The very idea made my stomach intestines twist. But the image of my brother bruised and battered forced me to nod in agreement. I would do anything to keep my brother alive at this point. To survive one must learn to make the sacrifices that survival demanded. It was already evening and I made my way to the dining hall . If I knew that my patience was about to get
LucianThere was something about her that bothered me. This was not the Irene I knew. She was acting so strange, and it made me so unsettled. Why is it that all of a sudden, she was beginning to respect me? Why was she being submissive all of a sudden?Did something enter her?While I was still standing there, gritting my teeth and clouding my mind with thoughts about her. Irene came in looking all radiant and beautiful. “Good day,” she said, greeting all the pack members she set her eyes on with a polite smile on her face. She nodded when appropriate and minded how she talked to them. Her sudden change and action took me aback, and I could have sworn that this might have been a different person if she hadn't had the same face.It was as though she had become the perfect Luna overnight. My wolf became alert because we knew Irene wouldn't act this way if she didn't want something. She was up to something, and I could feel it in my bones. But what?I could not bring myself to answ
LucienI was this close to catching the rogues, red handed.While I moved into the forest, the cold wind that blew sent chills down my body.The night was very cold but it was something I could handle really well.The forest was unusually quiet and I began to wonder if I actually made the right decision coming here.What if the rogues had not gone into this direction? What if they parked their truck there to make a fool out of me?“No, no. They can't do that . They can't be that smart,” I assured myself.I stood behind a tree with the branches covering me. I stayed low and crouched behind the tree.My senses heightened as I waited for the rogues to make their move. I needed to be able to find them and spot them first before they could find me.Any little noise I h
LucienI 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