Mirage's P.O.V It wasn't until it was late at night, when I was fast asleep in Alex's arms that things began to go south. The dream started out normal, with me strolling through the forests, enjoying the chirping of the wild birds and the odd noises of the insects as I walked between the tall forest giants, their canopies stretching so far up that I couldn't even see the top. But even in the commotion of the different wild creatures in the forest, it was peaceful…beautiful. A few rays of sunlight managed to penetrate the canopy and land on the forest floor, making the leaves shine with a golden hue. The early morning dew drops shore like diamonds and as I walked barefoot on the grass, my feet felt wet. It was such a wonderful, freeing feeling. A movement in front of me caught my eyes and as I watched, a large grey wolf with white patches came into view, its fur shining in the sunlight as it hit its skin at an angle. "Alex!" Joy bubbled inside my
Mirage's P.O.V I sprang up into a sitting position, covered in sweat and my mind swimming in panic, that was until I saw Alex's green eyes groggy with sleep, as he too sat up in bed next to me. "Mirage?" He squinted his eyes, rubbing at his face with his hands. "What's wrong? Are you alright?" "Alex!" Getting out of the covers, I straddled his hips and wrapping an arm around his neck, crashed my lips onto his. A groan escaped his lips as his hand came up behind me to support my head as my kiss got feverent, desperate. I was afraid that it was going to make him weary, but it didn't take long before he returned the kiss with just as much desperation, his free arm wrapping around my waist to pull me even closer to him. Was he able to feel my desperate need to have him closer? To make sure that he was still beside me and not dust on the wind like the nightmare I just had? Could he tell that I was about ready to lose my mind out of
Mirage's P.O.V "No, I'm gonna try again!" I told her firmly. Just like Freya taught me, I tried to concentrate on the air around me, on the natural flow of energy of the earth. Witchcraft and Fae magic, both were based on the conversion of energy from one form to another. So I concentrated on the air, the wind energy around me and started the conversion. My brows furrowed in concentration as I felt perspiration bead my forehead. The small sparks of light that appeared out of thin air made me want to huff in relief, but it wasn't a win until I could turn it into a ball of light with the same energy as the sun. It was the only way I could defeat a vampire. The sparks increased, started forming in the shape of a crescent…slowly getting bigger and bigger and… The ball of light disappeared as I lost the threat of power that I had been desperately holding on to. "Fucking hell!" I cursed at the walls as sweat dripped down my nose. "
Mirage's P.O.V The next morning, I went to Julian's room alone to pay him a visit. Julian's fever had gone down after Freya used her magic to keep the black magic in check, but that was probably the only reason he was still stable. He hadn't woken up or shown any response to external stimuli ever since that day and with every hour that passed without him waking up, Daisy worried that it was only worsening his condition. To say that I was worried about him would be an understatement. The big, blue eyed little boy, who had seemed to have an adorable crush on me, had been the first person in this pack, aside from Alex and Daisy, to actually try to make friends with me. And even though he was far too young, his friendship had been very much welcome. I miss his shy smiles whenever he saw me and the way he would give me a kiss on the cheeks just to get even with Alex. And even though he hadn't known then that the flowers that he had gotten me had been poisoned, I had
Mirage's P.O.V I opened my eyes to the sound of the clock ticking on the wall. It was well past midnight and the packhouse was eerily silent. Alex slept beside me almost soundlessly, his breathing even and his arms wrapped around my waist lightly. I hated this guilty feeling as I looked up at his peaceful face, moving aside the hair on his forehead with feather-light fingers. Just as softly, I took his hand from my waist and placed it on my pillow as I got up from the bed and moved away slowly, so as not to cause much disturbance. The herb that I had mixed in his food wasn't any high grade sleeping pill that was filled with chemicals, so I was a little skeptical about its workings. But seeing Alex sleeping so peacefully gave me relief. It meant that the herb was working. Getting out of bed, I headed for the closet to get dressed in a pair of jeans and a white top with a dark green jacket on top to keep out the cold from my bones. But even as I dressed, eve
Mirage's P.O.V If fear…had a face, then no one would have ever imagined it to be like Alistair Corvenus. The man was unearthly beautiful. As Akiko led me to the streets in front of the packhouse, I found a car waiting for me there. It was a large, black SUV that looked modern and expensive, not something I would have ever associated with Alistair, bust as we drew closer, the door to the back was opened and I finally saw his face. Fear slammed into my gut with the force of an eighteen-wheeler. The revulsion was so high that I felt bile in my throat. But for some reason, even though my body revolted violently against the mere sight of him…my mind remained calm…almost numb. Like all the feelings and emotions had been drained out of me, or locked away at the very least. His bright red eyes sparkled with excitement as soon as his eyes landed on my face and a sly smile stretched on his perfect pink lips. Alistair was literally the poster boy for perfection. His
Mirage's P.O.V "What the fuck are you even getting at?" I snapped at the woman, getting my legs off the side of the bed so I could stand at any given moment. Whatever magic she had been using last night, to get me to comply with their demands…it was gone now. So the only conclusion I could draw at the moment was that she needed energy to do whatever magic she did…or those had been her orders last night, to get me to come with them without causing a scene. Now that they had me in their lair, that was no longer needed. "The Master has got his hands on something very…precious to you," she said the word like she didn't know what it meant. "So it's better for you to comply. There's a chance that you'll be punished otherwise." A harsh laugh escaped my lips, startling her as she was placing the plate onto the small table. "Alistair is a sick fucker who had killed my mother, sold my father and my sister to other vampires and then
Cameron's P.O.V "Both Alex and Mirage?" Alpha Charles, my father, clenched his jaw. "And we're finding out about this only now? What on earth had the guards been doing at night?" "Lucas and Dylan at the front gate said that they were at a daze," Sarah reasoned with my father and I was glad that she was still here because she was the one of the people he still listened to. "Around three at night…it got really foggy and they went out to check. After that, they don't remember much of what happened. It was all foggy and unclear. The next time they returned, over an hour of time had passed and they couldn't remember anything." "Definitely magic, but I'm finding it hard to understand how a witch can cause time lapses or make people lose sense of time," Freya shook her head, rubbing her hands up and down her arm. "The time when my coven came to take me away, they had used fog as well, mixed with a sleeping spell. But thi
Lilac's P.O.V It's been a long ride and a very eventful one at that and anytime I think about what Krimson and I have been through, I'm just grateful we had the strength to go through everything we went through and we were able to come out of it even stronger than how we were before. As the sun cast its warm, golden rays across the university campus, I found myself sitting on a bench, the weight of decisions pressing against my chest. The soft whispers of the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze mirrored the conflicted thoughts swirling in my mind. Krimson, my mate, had offered a future tied to our pack, an enticing prospect for many, but not for me. I gazed at the sprawling grounds, feeling a tug in my heart that wasn't just about academic pursuits. The university held promises beyond the textbooks and lectures. It offered freedom—freedom to carve my own identity, to explore knowledge that extended far beyond the boundaries of our pack's traditions. I yearned to brea
Krimson's P.O.V I woke up to the pale light filtering through the hospital room, the faint beeping of monitors sounding in the background. My vision was hazy at first, the events leading up to this moment a jumbled mess in my mind. As I blinked and slowly tried to focus, the first thing that became clear was Lilac's form, peacefully asleep in a chair next to my bed. Relief washed over me as memories flooded back, fragments piecing together into a coherent narrative. "Lilac," I whispered softly, my voice hoarse from disuse. She stirred slightly, a faint flutter of eyelashes against her cheeks, but she remained deep in slumber. The sight of her there, unwavering by my side, despite everything that had transpired, filled me with an inexplicable warmth. I couldn't help but recall the chaos of that night—the confrontation, the whirlwind of emotions, and then the blankness as consciousness slipped away from me. But here I was, waking up to her steadfast presence. It m
Lilac's P.O.V I watched Silver hurl accusations at me, adding to my guilt. I wanted to explain, to make her understand that it wasn't intentional, that the circumstances had shifted beyond my control. But words seemed to desert me in that moment as I grappled with the weight of her accusation. However, Krimson's voice echoed in the room then, commanding even though weak. "Silver, it's not Lilac's fault," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "I made the decision. I took action to protect." Silver's gaze snapped toward Krimson, her eyes filled with disbelief. "What are you saying, Krimson? You hated her, didn't you? Then why would you risk your life to save her?" Krimson shook his head solemnly. "No, Silver. I never hated Lilac, it was our circumstances that I hated. It felt like the Goddess had played a cruel joke on me. But I couldn't run away from a bond fated by the goddess herself, Silver. I had caused Lilac enough pain as it is…I
Lilac's P.O.V I nodded, my mind racing with the urgency of the situation. I moved towards Silver, hoping against hope that all of this worked. "Silver…" I called out to her slowly, making her head snap in my direction. "Please…you need to stop all of this." But Silver's face twisted in a sinister smirk. "It's too late to stop any of this, Lilac. This ends with one of us." "It doesn't have to be that way, Silvia." I shook my head, pleading with her. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Del approaching her steadily from behind her, while I kept on engaging her in conversion. "It does, Lilac." Silver snapped at me, turning her body around so she was facing me completely. "You don't understand-" It was all Del needed, for her to turn away, so that our plan worked. Without wasting a second, he came up behind Silver and wrapped his arms around her body, holding her in place as he took her by surprise
Lilac's P.O.V For a moment, time seemed suspended, the tableau frozen in an eerie stillness. Silver hesitated, her gaze flickering between me and Krimson, the dagger held poised in the air, its lethal purpose momentarily forgotten in the face of Krimson's interruption. "Step away from her, Silver," Krimson's voice cut through the tension, unwavering and authoritative. His stance was firm, commanding obedience without question. The grip of Silver's magic lessened, the pressure easing just enough for me to draw a ragged breath. My muscles protested as I struggled against the binds anew, though I didn't dare to take my eyes off Silver, her expression a maelstrom of conflicting emotions - anger, desperation, and a hint of something I couldn't quite place. "Krimson, you shouldn't be here," Silver's voice wavered, a tremor betraying the turmoil within her. Her grip on the dagger faltered, uncertainty clouding her features. "You know I couldn't stand by and
Lilac's P.O.V The air was thick with tension, a palpable energy that crackled around us like a storm waiting to break. "Silver, you're fooling yourself if you think you can wield that kind of power," I said softly, my gaze fixed on the gleaming knife in her hands. "You're not a true Silver Alpha Breeder, you never will be. You can't ever access my full potential." Silver's laughter cut through the serene air, a sound that held a hint of something darker beneath its surface. "Oh, you have no idea, do you?" Her eyes glinted with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "You underestimate what a witch can do, what I can do. I'm part wolf, part witch. I'm a hybrid that is already stronger than both a wolf and a witch! There's nothing I cannot do, Lilac!" "You think I chose you to lead our pack because of some noble sentiment? No, Lilac." Her voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "I chose you because I knew the stronger you became, the more that dormant p
Lilac's P.O.V My eyes brimmed with confusion and hurt as I confronted Silver in the dimly lit room I was being held captive in. "Did you…ever really consider me a friend, Silver?" my voice trembled with a mixture of fear and desperation, my heart aching with the weight of betrayal. Silver, her gaze heavy with sorrow and a haunted past, met my eyes. "I used to belong to a peaceful pack, a pack that had been my home since the day I was born," she began, her voice tinged with a raw emotion that spoke volumes of her pain. "We lived in harmony, in unity. It was everything to me." Tears welled up in Silver's eyes, reflecting the agony of memories etched deep within her soul. "Your father," she whispered, the words heavy with anguish. "He... he attacked our pack. In the dead of night, when darkness cloaked the land, he led a brutal assault." I felt my heart ache for the woman that I had once considered my biggest alley, but now, she had turned out to be my bigges
Krimson's P.O.V The night hung heavy around us as we tore through the city streets, the engine's roar mingling with the howling wind. Del and I were on a mission—racing against time to reach Silver's apartment. It was imperative that we find Lilac before anything sinister unfolded. "Alpha Krimson, step on it!" Del's voice cut through the adrenaline-charged air, urgency lacing every word. His grip tightened on the door handle as we swerved through the dimly lit alleys, the neon signs blurring into streaks of color. "I'm pushing it as hard as I can!" I shouted back, my eyes fixed on the road ahead. The weight of worry pressed on me like a leaden cloak. We had to reach Silver's place, and had to find Lilac safe and sound. Finally, screeching to a halt outside Silver's building, we leaped out of the car. Breathless and tense, we dashed up the stairs, each step echoing the pounding of our hearts. As we reached Silver's door, our hopes soared, but a hollow silence gre
Lilac's P.O.V As I slowly arose to consciousness, I found myself grappling with the weight of my heavy eyelids. My mind sluggishly pieced together the fragments of reality, pushing through a dense fog of disorientation. The air felt heavy, each inhale a laborious effort that failed to fill my lungs as it should. A peculiar lightheadedness swept over me, a disconcerting sensation akin to floating on the edge of a dream. My initial attempt to stretch my arms, to move, met an unexpected resistance. Panic flickered through my drowsy mind as the realization hit home—I was restrained. My fingertips brushed against something coarse and unyielding, confirming my fear. The sensation sent a jolt of adrenaline through my groggy state, clearing the haze momentarily. I tried to rise, only to discover the cruel truth of my predicament: bound, not just by ropes or chains, but tied firmly to what appeared to be a marble table. The cool surface pressed against my skin, a s