AURELIA'S POV True to Djurek's words, Amelia came into my room with a blue sequin and matching shoes. She came into the room with a handful of maids, but because I didn't trust any of them, I sent them away and wore the clothes and the makeup by myself. It was past 7PM when I finished dressing up, and by this time, carriages of all sorts had lined in the compound. The compound which was once dead with silence, had suddenly come alive with boisterous chattering and greeting from the gentry men and women who filed into the castle. I stood by the window, leaning on the railings, as I looked down at the guests, stepping out of their carriage and heading into the castle. They smelt of wealth and affluence, designer clothes and black tuxedos. Who would have thought that I would meet with this calibre of people in my life. And as it was, I would not only be meeting them, they would bow respectfully to me and kiss my hands. The fourteen year old me was living her best life. I peered deepe
Aurelia's POV The devil was before me, hands outstretched, eyes glittering with mischief. He recognised me immediately, his lips curving into a smirk, as he moved away from Djurek and closed the gap between us with a giant stride. “Pardon me for her shyness,” Djurek said softly, yet throwing a warning glance at me, when I took a few steps backwards and tucked under my gown.“Oh really?” The devil asked, mouth agape in sarcasm. Bastard! “Yes,” Djurek answered with admiration. “She's quite demure you see.”He reached for my hand and pulled me to stand beside him, just as the dark skinned Luna excused herself and walked away. My eyes widened in shock as she spun around, leaving me with a weird hedge to suddenly grab her. I wasn't finished discussing with her, and I hadn't got her contact information yet. “This is a very important person in front of you Aurelia.” He snaked his arms around my waist and turned to face to the man, whose blood cold eyes sent darts into my chest. “This is
Dante's POV "I do not wish to remain in this place with you Dante. Let me go." As much as the spiteful anger in my heart wanted me to snap at Griselda and tell her to go to hell, I couldn't bring myself to. And why? It was because we would be in trouble. The whole Pack would be in trouble. Griselda must not leave, she had to stay here, in the pack with me, by my side. Aurelia was a special wolf, but she didn't know what she was capable of, or the immense power she wielded. Even with her escape with that loser Djurek. My whole existence and that of the entire pack rests on her shoulders, and I didn't even know how to react to it. Especially now that I had also fallen out with the Shaman. I didn't know how to feel; I always thought I had it in control and that I was the embodiment of perfection, but... I was no longer sure now. Grovesmoor and Gareth had probably turned their back now. I rose from the bed and went to stand by the window of my bedroom, pulling the curtains aside an
Aurelia's POV“You never told me you were having an affair with Grovesmoor Valley Moon.” I thought I had heard the words in the dream, but the migraine which shot through the left side of my head forced me out of my trance, into the consciousness of my environment. I gripped the duvet tighter as I forced myself to sit on my back, gritting my teeth against the discomfort. After wiping the blurriness in my eyes with the back of my hands, I raised my head and looked in the direction of the voice. The dark figure leaning against the door seemed familiar for a second there. “You have disgraced this pack, Aurelia,” he said again. “I can't believe you chose to stoop this low.” “I don't understand what you are talking about Djurek?" I retorted. What sort of groundless accusations are these?”Djurek didn't say a word in response. He only moved away from the door, taking slow but heavy strides towards me. The look on his face was that of seriousness and displeasure but why? I saw no reaso
Aurelia's POV Djurek was not shocked by Alison's announcement. Whereas I had let out a gasp in utter dismay, he merely rolled his eyes in derision.Alison on the other hand looked confident putting her hand on her waist as she cat walked towards us with a smirk on her face. “I know you don't think I'm being serious," she said to Djurek. “But you know the kind of trouble I could cause for you, if you refuse to take up your responsibility as the father of my unborn heirs to your throne”I turned to Djurek, and was about to speak when he placed his hand on my shoulder. “the sun rays have really increased. We should go into the castle and settle down."He took my left wrist in his hand and was about to pull me along when I stopped and snatched my hand out of his grip.“You have just gotten a woman pregnant” I said, letting my tone be that of correction and anger. “You have to attend to her and take care of her. I am sorry if I am being rude but I don't think I wish to speak to you any
The journal tumbled from the table, and the pages fluttered open like wings in the breeze. My eyes fell on the exposed words, and despite my hesitation, curiosity gripped me. I picked up the leather-bound book and began reading.It wasn’t a diary as I had initially assumed but a record of the history of the land. The North and South Kingdoms had long been divided, and each kingdom had its own ruler. As I skimmed through the lines, my heart raced. I reached a section detailing an ancient tribe of wolves—the Andals and the Nine Wolves. They were described as powerful, mystical wolves, thought to be extinct, who once lived in harmony with the moon and the stars. They were the guardians of a powerful queen.Something about this felt familiar, eerily familiar. I read the passage twice, my fingers shaking as I traced the words."The Queen of the Nine Wolves... her bloodline was connected to the Southern Kingdom, and she was meant to rule over the Andals."A shiver ran down my spine. My brea
Melissande's POV ( 9 months ago)My room had been turned upside down. It felt as though it had been raided by an army of bandits who were looking for the evidence that will convict them so that they can destroy it. The bed had been removed out of its place and flung to the other side of the room. My wardrobe had collapsed, with my clothes strewn about the room. All my books had been thrown around as well as the unused makeup on the dresser. With my eyes widened, and my jaw drooping, I dragged my legs into the room. My legs wobbled as I dragged it along, my heart beating with fatigue. Who had done this! Who had the nerve to invade my bedroom and thrash it in this manner!I lifted my gown and crossed to the other side of the room, taking care not to step on the broken mirror. My heart beat rate kicked into overdrive and I wondered how long till I finally black out. This wasn't a game or a movie, as some part of my mind had deduced it to be. Someone was indeed out to kill me. And the
Melissande's POV (before her period in comatose) The realization that came with the contents of the letter felt like a dream, and I remained there, staring at the inked words until I realized that I was running out of time. Since Eloria had taken most of my clothes, I packed the remaining items, which were a pair of sandals and two gowns. Hester had left a full tumbler of the weird-smelling herb. This reminded me of Doctor Allira's betrayal and the fact that she was going to get away with it. I downed the herb in one gulp and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. I stopped and looked around, memories of the first time I set foot here flashing across my mind. I would be fine. Things would turn out well for me, and I would look back and smile very soon. Dante and Drey had taught me lessons, and I would be sure to apply them in my life. I would make sure they regret everything they did to me. I would cause them twice the pain they caused me. As I walked into the center
Aurelia's POV Nothing could have been more stupid than arguing with Alison at that moment, so I spun on my heels and headed straight to Djurek's bedroom. Melissa followed behind me, every breath she drew radiating fear and discomfort. The hallways had grown quieter now, bearing a sharp semblance to a graveyard when, in reality, ugly secrets breathed into the confines of these walls. I was not particularly excited or confident enough to want to meet with Djurek after what had occurred between the two of us earlier in the day but the items in the chest meant life to me. It was true that I no longer had the right to possess the jewellery even though I needed them, but I still have to find the chest because I had kept the messages I got from Luna Gladys in it. “Stay out of trouble, I mouthed to Melissa as I steeled myself and faced the door. Melissa merely nodded like an obedient cat and I flashed a small, shaky smile at her. I rapped gently on the door, reminding myself faintly
Aurelia's POV “I am sorry Melissa, but you are going to have to get off the bed. “ I walked towards the bed, grabbed her hand and tried pulling off the bed softly. I could sense that the sound of the name did a number on her emotions as I saw a flicker of fear flash across her face. I could see the horrible night I spent in the library replaying on Melissa's face but then we could not waste any more time. “Why do we have to go to Dante's place very suddenly?” She croaked. “I thought we were going to move to a place around the lake; I thought you said you already found a cottage we could manage.” “I understand that you are afraid, Melissa, but our journey and everything ascribed to our identity seems to be a big puzzle, but now that you have mentioned Jolene, I think we are about to make a big progress.” I stretched my hand, hoping to pull her off her back, but she flinched, her eyes growing wide with consternation. “I don't want to set my eyes on that dreadful monster.” Sh
Melissa’s POV “Did you truly assault your husband?” “Husband?” Aurelia spun around immediately, her brows creased in confusion as she faced me. “I was referring to the Alpha; I thought you people were engaged to be married, or am I mistaken?” Aurelia stormed into the room some minutes ago, reeking of sweat and dripping with blood. Her long gown had been ripped into shreds, bearing a sharp semblance of rags. She did not say anything to me for a long time, and I was not able to hear the news until my messenger came to deliver the news of the Alpha and his council. I had not known Aurelia for a long time, but one thing was obvious: she was stronger than me. She possessed qualities I would never have dreamed of having. If she had been married to Dante, she would not have ended up in this kind of horrible situation. “Djurek, I can't believe I used to be in love with him.” “You are still in love with him,” I said as slowly as I could, trying to placate her. “He is you
Aurelia's POV “Who?” I asked. "Who are you referring to?" “It's a woman,” Melissande answered slowly, eyes squinted in calculation. “We're quite familiar with ourselves, but she doesn't know a lot about me. Hmm wait, I'm trying to remember her name.” She placed her hand on her chin and started stroking it. “Who is it?” I waited as she kept trying to remember, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, the door was suddenly flung open. “The Alpha Regent has requested to see you.” A tall and burly guard announced. “The Alpha Regent? Who is that?” The guard's refusal to answer the question brought the realization to me then. “But when did Djurek become a regent? Wasn't he just an Alpha before?” “You are not allowed to speak the king's name.” The guards snapped, eyeing me contemptuously. “And yes, he will be crowned king of the kingdom very soon. The heir's mother has even begun to plan his coronation.” “Oh really?” “Of course” I squeezed my face and twitched
Aurelia's POV My heart turned to ice in my chest, sending waves of shock ripping through me. I stopped in my tracks, face contorted in disbelief as I slowly turned around. “Aurelia!” she called out again, attempting to raise her head off the bed. “Melisande” I muttered slowly, my voice betraying me in a whisper. “Yes.” She answered. “I have been looking for you.” “How come you know me?” I asked, feeling the weight of the question on my lips. “How come you recognize me?” “You're my sister,” the pale and sickly woman answered. “I have been looking for my whole life.” My ears still had issues believing in these words, and my brain struggled hard to process them and make meaning of them. Melissande, the comatose puppet I met at Dante's castle, was my sister, not only just a sister but also my twin sister. These realizations felt like a dream or the climax part of a movie where all the events just collide and hit themselves. My name is Aurelia; I knew that for sure but an
Aurelia's POV I Rose from the chair I sat on and leaned towards Melissa taking a closer look at the earrings. It was true, the earrings were the same. She is wearing the same earrings as mine. But how could this be? A part of me wanted to discard this question because it was possible for her to have also bought the earrings, but it was unusual since women fashion trend were usually common. In other words, you could buy a dress or a piece of jewellery and see the exact type of it with another person on the same day you bought it. Other times, you might even see that hearing or whatever you bought with more than seven women in one day. I have never seen my earrings with anybody in my life. And when I was growing up in Nicholas's castle, I was usually told him that my earrings were very valuable. There were occasions when I nearly lost them to thieves. During the times of my financial hardship, it never occurred to me to sell my earrings for food because they were the only items I
Aurelia's POV “Enough of that Aurelia!” Djurek said again as he started moving closer. “Don't ever open your mouth to say that again. You don't know anything that is going on in this castle, especially the political aspect.” My shoulders fell in disappointment as I slowly turned my head to look at Djurek. He was dressed regally which meant that he had not been home ever since I left his chambers, with his hair glittering and sparkling. “I and Alison's parents have made a truth to assist ourselves in achieving our goals.” The gods made their way as they arrived at the scene, while Alison went to throw her arms around his neck. “It is true that the Darnish rebelled against me and joined forces with my enemy, but they are still very much important to my pack and the growth of my coast.” He leaned in towards me, his eyes mirroring the tension and uncertainty in the atmosphere. “The Darnish are going to help me look for the unknown Queen. They are gifted with adventurers, a
Aurelia's POV After I had read this last sentence, I stopped for a second and tried to see if it was Luna Gladys who wrote it. But then it wasn't; the old papyrus was proof, as well as the comprehensive and fluid writing that Gladys’s letter had. I took a deep breath and continued reading. “I am writing this with my last strength and I will make sure I get this box and the remaining items to who will bring the truth to light. Because I have done this good deed, the moon goddess will forgive every one of my shortcomings and grant me a place in paradise. This lady told me her name was not Annette, but because the owner of the care home where I worked believed the person who brought her, I decided to forget her real name and just call her Annette. Annette was unusual, but she was of striking beauty, dark air, olive green eyes, and very beautiful skin. She talked about having powers and being someone who was troubled by her soul. I did not understand what she meant at all, but I
Aurelia's POV “You haven't answered my question yet Aurelia. Why exactly are you doing this?” I started scooping the ornaments in the chest into my hand; my heart started tightening at the thought of the loss of the earrings. I was happy that bastard, Dante did not remove it from my ears when I was still with him. But I had made a greater mistake, neglecting it all this while and believing Djurek’s words that they were in this box. For goodness sake, the earrings were too small to be located in this river of ornaments. What had I been thinking? “What you are doing right now is treason and I might as well have you hanged for it.” Those words slapped me out of my trance, but before I could turn to look at the face of the utterer, Djurek suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and dragged me to my feet, turning me to face him squarely. “What right do you think you can leave without my permission?” He growled, the minty scent of his breath washing over my face and the tingling of m