Veronica's POV:It's been over two months since I ran away from the palace. And as the days stretched into weeks, a melancholic cloud settled over my heart, covering the once vibrant hues of my existence. The forest, once a sanctuary filled with hope and freedom, now mirrored the sorrow within me. I sat in my room, its walls adorned with flickering candlelight, casting dancing shadows that mimicked the ache in my heart. The wooden floor creaked beneath my weight as I paced, the hollow echoes resonating through the empty space. The plate of untouched food before me spoke volumes, a result of emptiness that consumed me. As I sat by the window, raindrops streaking down the glass pane, memories of betrayal and deception replayed in my mind like a haunting melody. The news of Lucas, my former lover, being crowned as the heir to the throne pierced my soul, each word a cruel reminder of the role I had unknowingly played in his twisted game. My hands trembled, clenching into fists, as ange
Draco's POV:Her words hung heavy in the air, mingling with the pitter-patter of raindrops. I studied her, my gaze scanning her delicate frame. Veronica was a princess, sheltered and cherished, but now a different kind of fire burned within her."Veronica," I began, my tone gentle but firm, "Learning to fight is a path wrought with danger. You're carrying new life within you, and I cannot bear the thought of placing you and your child at risk." My gaze rested on her slightly swollen belly.Veronica's eyes widened, a flicker of defiance briefly passing through them. "But Draco, I cannot remain helpless forever. I want to protect myself and my child. Please, consider my request."My heart ached at her plea, understanding the strength she sought to embrace. However, my duty as a protector compelled me to safeguard her, even from her desires."Veronica, you are a princess," I responded softly, my voice tinged with concern. "Your role is to nurture and guide, not to engage in physical comb
Veronica's POV:The rain continued to drop against the windowpane, its rhythmic beat providing a somber backdrop to the turmoil within my heart. The weight of my unfulfilled desire to learn how to fight pressed upon me, mingling with the silent tears that streamed down my face.As I lay on the bed, consumed by my thoughts, a sense of weariness washed over me. The world around me seemed to spin, and I felt myself drifting toward sleep, surrendering to the exhaustion that enveloped my weary body.But just as my eyelids were about to close, a sudden sound pierced through the haze of drowsiness. Footsteps, deliberate and purposeful, echoed throughout the house, drawing me back from the edge of slumber. My heart quickened its pace, hope fluttering within my chest as I recognized the distinct balance of Draco's gait.The footsteps paused outside my door, their presence a silent invitation. With a mixture of trepidation and anticipation, I watched as the door creaked open, revealing Draco's
Veronica's POV:A tremor of disbelief coursed through me, threatening to shatter the fragile remnants of hope within my heart. Grief consumed me as Draco cradled me in his arms, offering what little solace he could in the face of such a devastating loss. The rain outside continued to fall, each drops a reflection of the tears that cascaded down my cheeks.I reached out, my trembling hand finding solace in the embrace of Draco's, seeking comfort amidst the darkness that enveloped us. "Why, Draco?" I managed to choke out through sobs. "Why did this happen? I don't understand."Tears cascaded down my cheeks like a relentless waterfall, mingling with the rain-soaked fabric of my dress. Desperation etched deep lines upon my face as I pleaded with Draco, my voice trembling with anguish."Draco, please! You have to help me save my baby!" I implored, my cries echoing through the chamber. "I can't bear the thought of losing my child. Please, there must be something you can do!"Draco's face tw
Draco's POV:With a heavy heart, I watched as Veronica's determined gaze locked onto mine. Her voice, filled with unwavering resolve, cut through the silence that hung in the air."Draco, I understand the risks, but I still want to learn how to fight," she declared, her words filled with determination. "I can't let fear dictate my life. I need to be able to protect myself and my child."I sighed, my concern evident in the furrow of my brow. "Veronica, I know your intentions are noble, but you've already been through so much. It's not worth risking your safety and the well-being of your child," I pleaded, my voice tinged with worry.Veronica's eyes flashed with defiance, her spirit unyielding. "I can't just sit idly by, Draco. I refuse to be helpless. I need to be strong," she argued, her voice resolute.Reluctantly, I agreed, knowing that her determination surpassed any words of caution I could offer. "Very well," I sighed, "but for now, let us rest. We can discuss this further in the
Veronica's POV:I felt indebted to Draco. He saved me when I was on the verge of being dragged back to those despicable walls of royalty that held so many secrets and deceit. I can easily say that I owe Draco my life but I would not stand again as being pampered because of my status of being a princess. I must learn how to fight and defend myself and my unborn child. My plans were simple. Learn how to fight and become a formidable force that neither Jason nor Lucas can easily beat. Return back to the Nightshade pack and reclaim the throne that rightfully belonged to me.But my first plan of learning how to fight was becoming a mere daydream as Draco would not let me train to become a fighter. During breakfast, I had to force the scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes down my throat. Not because I wanted to eat but because of the poor baby in my stomach. As I took the last bite of the pancakes, I pushed the plate to the side and trudged back to my room without sparing Draco another glan
Veronica's POV:I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. I watched in awe as Draco approached the suspended werewolf, his movements graceful and deliberate. He extended his hand towards the creature, palm outstretched, and a soft, ethereal light emitted from his fingertips.The werewolf writhed in its frozen state, unable to break free from the spell's hold. Draco's eyes remained locked onto the creature, his focus unyielding. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, evidence of the immense power he wielded.As the tension hung heavy in the air, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Draco had come to my rescue once again, saving me from the clutches of the fearsome werewolf. I marveled at the depth of his abilities and the lengths he would go to protect me.With a final incantation, Draco's voice reverberated through the forest. Slowly, the werewolf began to descend, its paws touching the ground as its body transformed back into the form of a human.The man stood before us, naked and diso
Draco's POV:A flicker of concern ignited within me as I turned the doorknob and stepped into Veronica's room. My eyes scanned the space, searching for any signs of her. The bed, neatly made, held no trace of her presence. I felt a pang of anger surge through me as I realized that she had left the house without my consent.Anger surged through my veins, a fierce flame threatening to consume me. How could she be so reckless, so thoughtless? I wanted to confront her, to unleash my wrath upon her disobedience. But as I moved to storm out of the house, an invisible barrier halted my progress.The sunlight poured through the open door, its golden rays reaching out to touch me. A searing pain accompanied its touch, a reminder of the vampire that I was. I recoiled instinctively, my hand shielding my face as I retreated into the safety of the shadows.The barrier of daylight held me captive within the confines of the house, preventing me from chasing after Veronica. I clenched my fists, the n