Lilac's P.O.V The silence inside my mind wasn't something I could explain. It was eerily quiet, and I was completely calm…like a storm brewing in the horizon… It was like I had taken a backseat inside my own body, and I was no longer in control of my actions. Someone else was driving me instead. "So this is how it is?" I muttered to myself, bending down to pick up the phone in my hands. I didn't feel any kind of emotion anymore. Hurt, betrayal, anger…nothing. I was eerily calm. Even the effect of the drug seemed to have gone for good. As I stood there, my body seemingly immune to the effects of the drugs I had been forced to take, I couldn't summon any emotions at all. It was as if I had detached from my own reality, watching it unfold from a distance. I blinked, staring at Liam as he continued to speak, his voice a distant murmur. The world around me faded, and I was trapped in this strange, silent void. My mind, once a storm of thoughts and emo
Krimson's P.O.V The rain pelted down on me mercilessly as I reached the edge of the forest that led to the pack. The sprawling length of the houses and the stores lined the streets as I pushed every muscle in my body to its limit as I ran down to the house that I had visited countless times before, but never in my life had I been so full of urgency. As soon as the house came in sight, the eerie silence surrounding it made my wolf pick up its ears in alertness. Something was definitely wrong…something was very, very wrong if a house filled with over two hundred rowdy teens was suddenly so quiet in the first place. But as I broke in through the front door…the scene in front of me wasn't at all what I had been expecting. The teens were gathered in a circle in the centre of the room, an air of helplessness surrounding the area as they observed something in the middle. My heart thrashed against my ribcage as my mind came up with a thousand horrifying images. Bu
Krimson's P.O.V "Luca," I whispered, watching the car come to a stop outside his house. Luca parked the car and came running out of it immediately, rushing over to my side. A sense of guilt overwhelmed me when I realized that his son was knocked unconscious inside the house with a big bruise forming on his cheek and the reason for that bruise had been me. But he had to understand my side of the story as well…Lilac was my mate. However, instead of asking me what happened inside the house, he showed me his phone. The phone that had the video playing in it, the one that I had dropped while getting out of the car in a hurry. Thankfully, only one side of the screen showed a small crack but the phone was otherwise alright. And I was glad that Luca had been able to retrieve it because I had lost mine while I had transformed, my clothes ripping to shreds in the middle of the street. Now, however, what he showed me instead, made me wish that the phone had never been retr
Krimson's P.O.V "Krimson?" Melody's eyes widened in shock as soon as I walked in through the front doors of my mansion, with an unconscious Lilac in my arms, wrapped in a small blanket. "What happened to her?" Not bothering to answer her questions, I headed towards the bathroom, laying Lilac down in the tub carefully, making sure that her body remained covered by the tiny cloth. She hadn't had any clothes on when I found her, telling me that she had shifted when she ran, but had ended up unconscious when her powers had ran out, leaving her exhausted. "Krimson! Answer me, damnit!" Melody snapped at me as she followed behind me to the bathroom. "What have you done to the poor girl?" "Why did you assume I was the one who did something, Mel?" I snapped, turning to face her, but the indignation on her face made me look away. "Take care of her…please." Lilac's face remained calm as she continued to sleep despite every
Lilac's P.O.V 'What's going on? Where am I?' I stood up from the bed I was sitting on, looking around at the very familiar, yet unfamiliar room around me. 'I'd been here before…but when?' The more I looked around at the familiar walls, the almost familiar furniture adorning the room, the more I could recognize the place but still, everything felt different…as if I was in a different place, a different time. Looking down at my body, I saw myself wearing a cream colored dress with blue threadwork all over the gown. It was beautiful, and I wanted to see the result in a mirror, but for some reason…there wasn't a single mirror in the room. So I rushed towards the huge double doors, and pushed them open, immediately being surrounded by the pleasant fragrance of flowers and the sound of music drifting down the hallway. Immediately, memories unfurled within me like the wings of a butterfly and a sense of nostalgia hit me as I realized where I was…
Lilac's P.O.V No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get the image of Krimson out of my mind. It was as if his presence had seeped into my very being, leaving an indelible mark that refused to fade. In the dream, he seemed so different, so far removed from the person I had come to know. His face held a softness that I had never seen before, like that of an innocent boy, someone who had yet to cross the teenage years into adulthood. Yet, his features were the same, his unmistakable charm still intact, even though he looked nothing like the man I had known for the past four years. A nagging doubt gnawed at me, making me wonder if I had seen the right person at all. And the main reason behind this doubt was the eyes of the boy I had seen. While Krimson's eyes now were a deep crimson, as depicted by his name, his eyes in my dream had been a vivid, electric blue that seemed to pierce right through to my soul. They had been beautiful…like two sapphires ignited from wi
Lilac's P.O.V "Liam?" The last thing I had expected was to find Liam standing outside the Soup House, waiting to talk to me…like nothing had happened at all last night. Right…to him, it was probably nothing… "I…um…" he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I wanted to talk to you…about…" "The shitshow that went down last night?" I asked outright, my voice holding no remorse. "Sorry to inform you, but my memory isn't working too well. Just pretend like it never happened and forget that we were ever knew each other." "Lilac! You know that's not possible!" He stood in my way, blocking me from the entrance to the Soup House. "I just…I really wanted to apologize-" "You think an apology is going to cut it, Liam?" I raised my eyebrows, making him lower his eyes. "After you admitted that the only reason you got close to me was because Serena blackmailed you with a
Lilac's P.O.V Dani's face lit up like a Christmas tree and I felt my heart leap with a mixture of relief and anxiety. The weight of guilt that had been crushing me for the last few hours eased a bit as I saw her lips tilt up into a smile and then I was rushing towards her outstretched arms, and enveloped her in a tight hug that filled my heart with joy. "Dani…I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry!" I whispered next to her ears, holding her tightly in my embrace. "This is all my fault!" Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably as I held her close, my body trembling with the emotions that had been bottled up since I heard about her overdosing at the party, fighting between life and death the whole night until she had finally regained consciousness this morning. I couldn't believe that I had almost lost my best friend! The woman because of whom I had managed to survive in this pack for the last four years! And it was all my fault! She got involved in
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