BrielleI paced the room, thinking of ways to exact my revenge. Why did he bring me back here? To hate him a heir? Or what? To punish me? Stop me from living my life without him being the center of my universe?And what happens if he finds out the father of the kids? Would he take them away? Or finally finish his plan he and his mistress formed all those years, to take them and kill me?I’d rather die fighting than let that happen, and I wouldn’t let myself die alone.I needed a plan. A good plan. One which was sure to get me away from him permanently. But what plan was that good? The only thing I could think about was killing him. I don’t want the blood of my children’s father on my hands. I can’t believe I even thought of killing. I’m not him. I’m not Lydia. But I couldn’t let us be here with them, these heartless monsters. I need help.The door opened and I turned to the door fast, and my heart softened as I saw my children squeal as they saw me, and they ran to me.“Mummy!” I
BrielleGiving myself one last look in the floor length mirror, I couldn’t help but think of ways to humiliate Zadyre tonight.“Mum you look like a queen!” Nikki’s squeal met my ears and I smiled. I had to tell them I’m an actual queen one day. Even though I hated it more than anything.The dress was a little elaborate, but so was the title, Queen. This was the second time I was going to be regarded as the queen, the first time being my wedding to Zadyre. But this second time was different. And something felt off about it all. I haven’t seen Lydia, and that made me unsettled. Everything made me unsettled for crying out loud, I was in the place that haunted my memories for five years.I turned to Nikki, who watched how the maids dressed me up while her brother and sister played outside. She has always had an interest in fashion.“That’s because mummy is gorgeous, like you.” I pinched her cheeks and she smiled.Then a knock echoed on the door, and my smile wiped off. I straightened. I
ZadyreDon’t kill anyone tonight.My wolf chanted as I adjusted my cuffs. The major leaders under my kingdom were all going to be present and I hated everyone of them. The entire council, including my uncle, Orlando, thought it was a good idea to put Brielle out there so the kingdom would stop pushing for another king.A king without a queen is not as functional as one with a queen.Sebastian has been busy putting that in the mouth of every leader he could lay his filthy hands upon. After this dinner, that notion would be good as dead. And hopefully, my brother or his stupid slut of a mate wouldn’t join it.I approached Brielle’s door and her scent hit me just before I opened it.My wolf growled in my head, and I tightened my fist.After five years, her scent still had that effect on me. I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt for her, I never denied it to myself. It was the mate bond after all.Brielle is beautiful, more beautiful than any woman I’ve met. Images of her beauty haunted
BrielleI was right about this dinner revealing a lot about the truth, but the last thing I ever thought would happen was reuniting with my father and my first mate, Cole.I never dreamt of it, and as he publicly called me a bastard, I could only feel anger. Unmask-able anger. My hands shook and my throat aches from it.My father turned to Cole and pointed. “Can you imagine that trash is the queen of the kingdom? And I’m expected to show respect to that waste of pace?”Lydia snorted on my left, and I gritted my teeth as I blinked back tears.For years I begged for his love, his admiration. But nothing was ever enough. He never showed he loved me. Only insults. Abuses, maltreatment from the only family I knew. “My discarded mate, I bet she feels so special in that crown, and she shouldn’t.” Cole smirked, looking into my eyes. “She’s just trash after all.”I was done with all this.To my right, Zadyre let out a growl and moved to get to his feet, but my hand shot out and I stopped him
ZadyreDamn.There were no words to describe Brielle. She was like an unstoppable force, and as I watched her deal with her father and her first mate, I felt a sense of respect and another flood my blood streams.Need. I wasn’t proud of it, but seeing her strong and confident after being weak, was such a turn on, and again I blame the mating bond.The dinner went well, she allowed me to take charge, and afterwards, she mingled with some of the guests and members of the council, and she seemed to have charmed them all.Except my uncle, Orlando, who hasn’t approached her. But I knew it would be a breeze. Everyone loved Orlando. And everyone feared Brielle.So that would work out.I stood at the corner of the hall, watching people talk and eat, while I sipped my glass of meat whisky. I lied. I watched Brielle talk, my hand fisted at my side and my other gripping the glass of my whiskey with so much force I had to remind myself to relax.Has she always been so… Fuck.I beginning to regr
BrielleI couldn’t sleep, and when dawn finally creeped, I didn’t have the urge to care.I missed James. So much. A tear dropped from my eye. Zadyre said he was safe, but all I could think about is how miserable he was without me, us.And how I betrayed him, well, my body betrayed him after I let my eyes take in Zadyre in the hallway. It was the mate bond, because I swore everything about that man made my skin crawl.But I couldn’t help but see how the shirt molded his muscles, or how his eyes drew lines slowly on my body or-Stop stop. I hate myself. The mate bond was the worst thing ever, and I wish there was a way to remove it. James is the only man I’ll ever love. And I will go back to him. And we would have our soft love, just how I liked it. Not whatever Zadyre does that made me hot and unsettled. I need peace, not that.I sighed, rolling in my huge bed. My kids were bound to wake up soon, and I went through all I was going to tell them when they asked questions because they as
ZadyreThe mere thought of James, the asshole who she called her soul mate fucking her caused my blood to rush yo my head, not to talk of this.Her threatening me to do her budding or she would fuck-Sebastian or Orlando?Oh hell no. I’m not about to endure another man touching her, not when I’ve taken care of the last. But I’m not about to answer to her demands like a scared little bitch. We would do this my way, because I’m in charge.I felt her stiffen as I pressed into her, my hand wrapping around her neck from behind. My emotions were each battling for control, but the major one was anger, and the need to put my little mate in her place.“Let me go, Zadyre.” She demanded, her voice bossy and rude, causing more reactions in my body than I’m sure she would like.I lowered my face to her ear, and her scent invaded my nostrils. I fought back w groan, closing my eyes to get a grip on myself before getting my head straight.“Do you really think you could come in here and just make d
BrielleI need not ask what’s wrong with me because it’s pretty obvious that I have a death wish, but why on earth would I agree to such a deal? Why would I give him what he wants? The unhinged satisfaction of getting under my nerves and making me do what he wants me to do just because I wanted my way?It was worth it right? I let out a shaky sigh as I stormed back to my room. I hated Zadyre. Resisting his seduction should be a piece of cake, right?The wetness between my legs beg to differ.I let out an inward groan. I need to get some things if I’m going to be comfortable here for a year because either ways I’m leaving in a year.I smirked to myself. Even if I lose to Zadyre, which I won’t. I’m leaving in a year.A smirk widened my lips. Well, better make the year a good one, as long as I win.I opened the door to my room to see the nanny standing beside the door patiently. Or rather as if she was waiting for me.I rose a brow. “Is something wrong?”She looked a bit confused. “Im j
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