Brielle After my power was taken away which left me pale and weak, they took it a step further and broke my bond with Zadyre. I wanted to cry but I just couldn’t, no matter how hard I had tried. I needed to remain strong no matter what, I couldn’t show them how much they had broken me. Orlando had now claimed me as his mate and he threatened to hurt Zadyre if I ever went against him. I was taken away from Zadyre, washed off every dirt that was on my body and then dressed and forced me into the car. I stayed silent as we made our way back to the palace, I didn’t have any other choice. When we got to the mansion, I walked to my room silently and just laid there and cried myself to sleep.The next morning, I got up and sluggishly got out of bed and walked out of the room. I heard voices coming from somewhere so I decided to listen to it. “Orlando has called everyone to come to the hall that there is an announcement, let’s head there fast,” I heard a voice say and I wondered what it w
Brielle“Before you all go, there is something I have to say.”Everyone turned to look at him again with confused expressions on their face, I wondered why else he had to add to the bomb he had just dropped. “Before Zadyre gave up the ghost in my arms, he asked that I take care of his wife and children,” he started to say and we all listened to him with curiosity. “So, in a few days, I would be getting married to Brielle and make her my mate as Zadyre’s last wish.”Everyone gasped in unison as the room became dead silent. Sebastian became pale and so did Lydia but Orlando had a satisfied look in his eyes as he eyes met mine. He had known I was standing there, he had planned this all and was trying to make my life hell and he was enjoying every moment. “The ceremony would take place in a few days, be prepared,” he said in a dismissive tone and as everyone made their way out of the hall, they were murmuring different things to each other while I just stood there frozen and dumbfounded
BrielleI wasn’t expecting anyone since I had no one left in the house and I wondered who it might be.“Who’s there?” I asked in a shaky voice, not knowing what to expect but I got no response. I cautiously walked to the door and opened it, on the other side of the door stood a guard and I let out a breath of relief. “What do you want?” I demanded as he just stared at me blankly like he had just seen a ghost. “Orlando asks that you come downstairs to the hall that he wants to have a talk with you,” the guard announced and the relief that had washed over me earlier vanished. I nodded in response as I couldn’t find the words to say and the guard turned around and walked away. I walked out of the room and closed the sore gently behind me and and made my way down the stairs and to the hall. I knew if I wanted anymore time, I would be punished regardless of my explanation. When I got to the hall, I stood inside and saw that it was now decorated for the cursed wedding that was taking p
BrielleAfter Orlando and the others left the room, the maid hurried over to my weak body and took me to my room. I was happy conscious when I heard the doctor come into the room to see my wounds and tend to them. By the time he had started tending to them, I was already unconscious and I was glad I wasn’t awake to feel all the pain of the procedure. The next morning, I woke up to sharp pains coming from the wound coming from my body and my ribs that I assumed was broken. The doctor had wrapped my body well and trying to get up was painful but the managed to. The pain kicked at my skin with every movement I made but I refused to let myself be weak. I wouldn’t let my father or Cole or Orlando see how badly they had hurt me. The door opened and I turned around to look at who it was, dreading who it might be. Pain shot across my body because of the force I had used to turn but I kept a blank face. Orlando was the one at the door and he walked towards where I was with that same stupid
BrielleShe got to me and landed a slap across my face. My head turned to the side from the force of her hand and I was pretty sure there was now a mark on my face. I wanted to scream, to curse, to fight, but I was too weak. Instead, I just glared at them, pouring all my hatred and anger into that single look.Lydia’s cold glare still burned in my mind, her words echoing like a sinister chant I couldn’t silence.“You better not tell anyone because if you do, I’d personally make sure you regret your existence,” she had hissed, her sharp nails digging into my arm before Orlando pulled her back with an amused chuckle.“She won’t get the chance to tell anyone,” Orlando had said with a smirk, his voice dripping with malice. “Once Zadyre is out of the way, there won’t be anyone left to stop me. And as for Brielle…” He had paused, his eyes darkening as his gaze raked over me. “She’s just a loose end. But not before I make sure she suffers for being such a… nuisance.”“You can’t keep pretend
BrielleIt was finally the next day and I was putting in my bed. The silence in the room was suffocating and I had to keep reminding myself to breathe. The maids had come in earlier to dress me up and now I was sitting on the edge of the bed as I stared at the person that was looking back at me through the mirror. The dress I wore- it wasn’t mine. It was an elaborate cage of lace and jewels, crafted for a moment I didn’t want. I felt like a doll, dressed up for someone else’s sick game.Today was my wedding day. To Orlando.The thought sent shivers down my spine and I felt like vomiting. My hands were trembling and I gripped the edge of my dress and tried my best to steady myself and keep calm. The maids has left not long ago and they had a sullen look on their faces. They dreaded the marriage but it couldn’t compare to what I was feeling. I was thinking of a way to escape or even try to see Zadyre before I had to marry the monster that Orlando was when I heard the door gently open
BrielleSebastian left shortly after we decided what we were going to do and now I was sitting on the bed looking as gentle and calm as I could be even though my heart was racing. I had to act as normal as I could and pretend like I had nothing planned. Sebastian’s departure from my room had left me a sliver of hope, but I didn’t dare let it show. Orlando was too observant, too cruel. If he sensed any resistance in me, he’d use it against me in the worst possible way.The doors creaked open, and my father walked in, his expression grim and cold. I froze, the knots in my stomach tightening with each step he took to get closer to me. He was dressed in a suit and he looked so happy like he was giving his daughter off to the most deserving person. I had disowned and thrown him out of my life yet here he was, working against me and happy while doing it.“Get up,” he ordered as he extended his hands for me to take. I didn’t answer, I was hesitant but my eyes met with the guards that were
Brielle The room was chaos. Fire burned each and every corner of the hall as guest screamed and ran around while the guards and maids tried their best to put out the fire but it was futile. The fire was magic and would not easy go out all thanks to Damon. My heart pounded loudly as I thought over how I would go to my kids and save them from Cole. “Brielle! Go! They’re taking your kids!” His finger pointed toward the far end of the hall where my father and Cole were dragging my children through a side exit. Their terrified cries pierced through the cacophony.My blood ran cold. “No!” I yelled as I clutched my chest while walking closer to them. “Stop right there! Leave my children alone!”Sebastian pushed me forward. “Run, Brielle! Get them back! I’ll cover you!”My legs felt heavy but kept on walking. Each step was painful and sent a sharp jolt all through my body bit it didn’t matter. My kids needed me and I had to get to them. They were all I was loving for and my life was nothing
DamonThe sounds around me suddenly went silent. I could do no other thing than panic as we walked outside and I set my eyes on Amelia that was in the pool of her own blood. Her hand trembled over her stomach and her dress was soaked with her own blood. My chest tightened and it felt like I was being stabbed over and over again in my heart. For the first time in decades, fear consumed me. Not just fear- terror.Brielle ran to her and started talking to her but I didn’t hear anything, I walked to her and I dropped to my knees beside her, ignoring the roar of the battle continuing behind me.“Amelia!” My voice cracked, raw and desperate. Her lashes fluttered weakly, her breath shallow. Her usually fiery eyes, the ones that taunted and challenged me endlessly, were glassy and unfocused.I pressed my hands to the wound, my fingers slick with her blood. “You’re not leaving me. Do you hear me?” My voice was a growl now, a plea wrapped in steel. I could feel her slipping, her life force dimm
AmeliaIt was the day of the wedding and we were finally out of captivity. Damon and I had tried to escape but it was futile. Later on, Sebastian had come to our rescue and even if we were weary at first we decided to trust him. The palace was in chaos as everyone prepared for the wedding. Sebastian had told us of his plan already and I was ready for how the day was going to turn out. Maids and guards were going back and forth as they prepare the hall for the wedding, they didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Orlando’s fury. I avoided Damon most of the morning, finding excuses to busy myself with Brielle.But even amidst the turmoil, my thoughts were elsewhere.I was pregnant. I had found out earlier that morning and I hadn’t been able to process things well since then. I hadn’t told anyone- not even said the words out loud to myself. I felt like saying it would make it more real and I wasn’t sure I wanted to accept the truth. I placed a hand over my stomach and let out a shak
AmeliaThe days at the resort passed in an awkward, suffocating blur. Damon’s rejection echoed in my mind, a relentless loop of words that stung more than I cared to admit. I tried my best to stay out of his way and pretended like the pull of the bond that was dragging me to him was nonexistent. I avoided him as best as I could, but we were staying the same room and tension was thick and suffocating. Every time my eyes fell on him, I would feel my hear ache- it was longing for his love and touch but I knew it was something I couldn’t get- something I would never get. I buried myself in helping Brielle and Zadyre with their problems. It was easier to focus on them than to face my own mess. Brielle had enough to deal with without me adding my drama to the mix, so I kept my distance and my mouth shut.When we returned to the pack, the air felt different. Heavier. Maybe it was just me, carrying the weight of the unspoken bond between Damon and me. Or maybe it was the way the pack still
DamonThe discussion I had with Zadyre earlier played over and over again in my head as I drove through the road, holding on to the steering wheel tightly. “You know you’re the only I trust and know can do this, Damon,” he had said in a very serious tone. “The border spell will keep us safe, but it has to be precise. If it falters, Sebastian and his allies could find us before we’re ready.”“I know it’s an easy task,” I had replied him as I shrugged it off. But Zadyre’s expression had told me this wasn’t like the other times.“And,” he continued, glancing at Brielle and the kids in the distance, “I need you to keep Amelia in line. She can be of help.”I’d raised an eyebrow at that. “Of help? Sounds like a handful.”“Just take her with you,” Zadyre muttered, his gaze darkening. “She’s loyal and she can keep an eye on you. She can even help you.”Now, as Amelia sat in the passenger seat beside me, her arms crossed and her glare cutting through the silence, I wondered if Zadyre had unde
A sneak peak to Damon’s point of view of when he first met AmeliaDamon’s POVThe drive back to Brielle’s location was tense, filled with an unspoken urgency. Zadyre was silent in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on the horizon. He hadn’t said much since I convinced him to come back and get her. Convincing him hadn’t been easy; his stubbornness was unmatched, and his pride even more so. But I couldn’t let him leave her behind.“She’s your mate, Zadyre,” I’d told him earlier, my tone sharp. “You can’t just abandon her. You’ve been through hell, and so has she. The least you can do is protect her.”He’d gritted his teeth, jaw tight, before muttering something about her safety being more important than his presence. But I knew better. Their bond was very strong and undeniable, no matter how much he tried to pretend he wasn’t drawn towards her or needed her. As we got closer to the house where Brielle was supposedly at, I could feel Zadyre’s body tensing up. It was radiating off him li
The End… Or the Beginning? BrielleDays have passed and everything had for back to the way they always were. It was morning and after breakfast, we decided to take the kids outside. The pack lands were now more beautiful after we had gotten rid of every evil that plagued it. There trees were lush, the rivers clear, the people happy and the air was filled with the smell of the beautiful and blooming flowers. It was like Mother Nature was happy that we were healing from the past so so she was helping to hasten the process. Nikki and Micah were running in front of us as they chased each other though the garden with their laugh echoing across the beautiful sky. Rachael was walking in front of us too both not as playfully as her brothers, she had always been much calmer and smarter than them. Zadyre and I walked behind them while holding hands and letting the peacefulness of the park and the air wash past us. It felt surreal, this calm after the storm.“You know,” I began, my voice sof
BrielleImmediately Orlando fell to the ground in the hall and lost his life, I felt a surge of energy burst through from him and enter into me. It felt like something that I didn’t know was missing from my body finally came into place and I felt that wild energy course through me though it was tamer than before. It was overwhelming and terrifying all at once but I soon relaxed my body and the tension left as I welcomed it. My powers. They were back.I gasped as the strength and connection to my wolf rushed through my veins, stronger than ever. It was like breathing again after years of suffocation. It was too late to save devastation as he had breathed his last so I rushed over to Zadyre that was still battered and bloody, his wounds had not healed at all and I could see the life slipping out of him gradually. His breathing was unsteady and shallow and his chest rose and fell but it was faint. “Zadyre!” I cried as I moved closer to him. I didn’t know where to touch him, I didn’t kno
Sebastian I could feel myself losing a lot of blood and my life slipping away, my body was aching a lot and even breathing was painful. Everything became blurry but I tried so hard to stay awake and alive, I had something to say to Zadyre and I wouldn’t die without telling him what I had in mind. I turned my head to the direction where Zadyre laid motionless with Brielle by his side. His body was battered and covered in blood and regret washed over me. I had done this, how had we gotten here?I let out a shaky breathe as different mentors from the past came flooding into my mind- memories of my anger, my acting out and of me being wicked. I had hated Zadyre and did a lot of bad things to him because I had thought he was the reason we were orphans but I was wrong and I knew the truth now. And as I slowly but surely lost my life, I needed to let him know and I couldn’t die without his forgiveness. Brielle was crying and I could she was torn between staying with Zadyre and coming to c
Brielle“Zadyre!” I called, and he glanced back at me just long enough to understand what I was about to do but Orlando must have noticed that we were silently communicating because when I moved closer to him, he turned his attention away from Zadyre and punched me. “Brielle!” Zadyre yelled but he couldn’t stop Orlando or get to me. The force from Orlando’s punch had me being flown across the room like a rag doll. My body hit the stone wall with a loud thud and I fell to the ground, the stone I had held and watched to use on Orlando had lodged itself against my chest and I had an open would. Every breathe I took felt like I was being stabbed in the lungs over and over again but I couldn’t be weak or just stay there, I had to do something to help Zadyre. My vision started becoming blurry and I tried to sit up but it was hard. I managed to get the stone out of my body and my eyes glanced to the side where Damon and Sebastian were engaged in a serious fight with Lydia. She was a storm