Regina"You are enjoying your time here?" Charles is inquired; his eyes are not leaving mine as he enjoys his meal.I plastered a fake smile and nodded, appreciating the genuine interest in his question. "Absolutely! The atmosphere is wonderful, and the food is simply delicious. It's been a delightful experience so far.""Good, or I might have to kill the chef for not doing his work properly." I couldn't help but choke my food at his words and cough, trying to regain my composure. Charles chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Scared...."I shook my head, trying to regain my posture, and forced a smile, though the unease lingered in my mind. Charles leaned back in his chair, still grinning. "You should be; I don't like people who don't know how to do their work properly." His playful tone didn't match the seriousness in his eyes, making me wonder just how serious he was about his statement."Charles." I called his name, my voice wavering slightly. The tension in the room grew as
Regina"Are you scared?" Charles asked, staring at my limp body on the ground. A devilish smirk is plastered on his face as he says those words. At that moment, a thought came into my mind: Is he doing all this to make me scared of him?"I don't know that my mate is going to be this weak." He said, brushing the hair out of my face. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you never forget who's in control." My eyes stared at the girl, lying limp and lifeless on the ground. She was the same age as me; she didn't deserve to die. But the man in front of me kissed her without even showing mercy in his eyes. It was clear that he took pleasure in exerting power and control over others."Get up; my mate doesn't deserve to be emotional over a mere wolf." He sneered, his grip tightening on my arm. "You're lucky to know that I like you. But don't mistake my liking for kindness," he said with a chilling smile.I shook my head, trying to regain my posture, and stood up, determined not to let fear consume
Regina“So, what do you think? Should I kill her? Here, Now." Charles said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. The cold blades scratched my skin, and wounds started burning as Charles tightened his grip on the weapon. Fear coursed through my veins as I desperately searched for a way to escape his sinister intentions. "Look, she is even bleeding." I could feel the blood trickling down my neck as Charles said those words with a sadistic grin. "Charles," I called his name, trying to push his hand holding the blade away from my neck. "Please, let me go. There's no need for this," I pleaded, my voice trembling with fear. Charles chuckled darkly, his eyes glinting with a twisted satisfaction. Richard, do you think so too?" Richard, who had been standing silently in the corner, nodded slowly, his expression filled with unease. "Charles, this isn't right," he said softly. "If you want revenge, then hurt me rather than her."Charles's grip on the blade tightened, his smile turning i
Regina"Why are you so silent all of a sudden?" Charles said his eyes were narrowing suspiciously. "Is there something going on between the two of you that I should know about?" My heart raced as I searched for a plausible explanation, desperately hoping that Charles didn't know about our connection. "Charles, I beg you to leave her alone." Richard interrupted with a stern tone, his gaze fixed on Charles. "She's been through enough already.""Wait, did I hear you beg in front of me?" Charles questioned me with a smile, his tone laced with amusement. Richard's expression hardened, and he responded firmly, "Yes, I beg you, just let go." The tension in the room grew palpable as the two men locked eyes, neither willing to back down. Charles started laughing, removing the knife from my neck and walking towards Richard, his laughter echoing through the room. "You really thought I would harm her? You underestimate me, Richard." Richard's relief was evident as he watched Charles approach, bu
Regina“Okay,” I said, as I put all the pros and cons in the situation we are in, right at the moment.Charles took me to the fanciest boutique in town and said, "Bring out everything that I have ordered. My mate here is waiting for gifts." Charles sat back with a satisfied smile as he wrapped his arms around me, making me feel uneasy, enraged, and uncomfortable. I wish I had never agreed to go shopping with him. The woman nodded and quickly disappeared into the back of the boutique. As I watched her go, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease for the surprises Charles had in store for me. I wondered what he planned this time. As we were waiting, my eyes scanned around the place, and I noticed the extravagant displays of designer clothing and accessories. The boutique was filled with extravagant clothes but was empty except for us. The silence made me feel even more curious about what Charles had in mind. I couldn't help but wonder if the exclusivity of the boutique held some sig
ReginaThat’s me inside the painting with Richard, along my side. How did I end up in this mysterious painting, together with Richard?"That's me," I muttered to myself in disbelief as I stared at the painting. But what am I doing in these paintings with Richard? It felt like a surreal dream as if I had been transported into another dimension where art and reality collided. I couldn't help but wonder how this enchanting, yet perplexing, journey had unfolded. "This is King Richard and Queen Ruth in the pictures." The old man, James, interrupted my thoughts with a gentle smile. "I have the great honor of painting it at their mating ceremony," he continued. "The ceremony was a grand affair, filled with opulence and extravagance befitting their royal status. As an artist, it was my duty to capture their love and unity in this timeless masterpiece." I listened intently, captivated by James' words, eager to uncover the secrets behind the mysterious connection between myself and these regal
Richard"Move your feet," one of the guards said as he was pushing me towards the entrance of the place of extreme pain."Damn, how many times has it been now?" One of the guards asked, his voice filled with frustration. I stumbled forward, my feet heavy and sore from the countless times I had been forced to make this journey. It's tough this week." The other guards seemed to take pleasure in my suffering, their sadistic smiles serving as a constant reminder of the torment that awaited me inside. They both pushed over the edge of the iron bed-like frame, causing me to crash onto the cold, hard ground. The pain shot through my body, intensifying the dread that had already consumed me. "Stop falling and lie over it." One of the guards commanded, supporting my body and pushing my face into the unforgiving surface. As I struggled to comply, my mind raced with thoughts of escape, but I couldn't yet. The other guard sneered, relishing in their power over me, as they fastened the restraints
Regina"Go to your room and don't come unless I tell you," Charles ordered as soon as we returned to the pack house. I could sense the anger in his voice, and I knew better than to question his authority. Obediently, I turned and made my way towards my room, wondering what had caused him to be so upset. I still need some peace from his constant demands and brutal acts. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn't help but hope that this time alone would provide a much-needed respite from the tension that had filled the air. I quickly removed the clothes Charles made me wear, relieved to finally be free from the suffocating weight of his expectations. I changed into something comfortable, eager to shed the facade I had been forced to wear. As I slipped into my favorite worn-out t-shirt, a sense of liberation washed over me, reminding me that I still had control over my own choices and destiny. The shirt smells like Richard. The familiar scent brought back memories of happier times, rem
RogerI smiled, staring at the image in front of me, feeling a rush of joy and nostalgia. The conflict finally came to an end, and I couldn't help but reflect on the long and arduous journey that led us here. But what didn't happen in the past happened now; Richard and Regina are together, safe and sound, their smiles mirroring the happiness in my heart. Seeing both of them smile and hug each other brought a sense of joy and relief that was indescribable. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, knowing that their love had triumphed over all the obstacles they faced. The sacrifices they made and the strength they showed throughout their journey had finally paid off, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. "Roger..." Richard called, bringing me back from my thoughts. I turned to face him, noticing the tears welling up in his eyes. "Thank you, thank you for being there for us," Richard choked out, his voice filled with gratitude. "Without your support and encouragement,
Richard"Regina..." I mumbled, feeling the warmth of her body again, with her heart pumping again as if it had never stopped. She is alive, and her presence fills me with a sense of relief and joy. The thought of losing her was unbearable, but now that she's here, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. "Regina," I mumbled, touching her face and feeling her warm breath on my fingertips. "Richard....," I heard her mumble with her eyes, not leaving mine; her voice was filled with emotion. As she moves her hand to touch my face and wipes away the tears that I didn't even know were falling from my eyes, I realize how fortunate I am to have her by my side. I hugged her tight in my arms and whispered, "Thank you for being here with me. I don't know what I would do without you." As we held each other, the weight of my worries and pain seemed to melt away, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and strength. "Richard..." she mumbled, her head resting over my heart,
Richard"Regina..." I called out her name, hoping for a response, but only the echo of my own voice answered me. She is no more. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized the truth. She was gone.The silence that followed was deafening, as if the world had come to a standstill. Memories of our shared laughter and conversations flooded my mind, making her absence even more unbearable. It was a painful realization that I would never hear her voice again. "Richard....," I turned my head to the voice and saw Charles standing there, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Go away..." I shouted through clenched teeth, my anger and grief intertwining in a volatile mix. Charles flinched at my outburst, but he didn't leave. Instead, he took a step closer, his voice filled with empathy as he softly said, "I understand your pain, Richard." "You understand my pain," I shouted with a bitter laugh, my voice laced with sarcasm. "How could you possibly understand? You didn't lose her; I
Regina"You should..." I snarled, ready to defend what was rightfully mine. "You should have known better than to underestimate someone who has learned from their mistakes. Now..." I said as I turned into my wolf form, my fangs bared and my growl echoing through the air. Both Richard and Roger launched from my back to Charles, their teeth bared and their fur bristling with aggression. We attacked Charles, our combined force overpowering him. His attempts to fight back were futile as we tore into his flesh, our primal instincts taking over.Roger took the book of darkness away from Charles's grasp and tossed it to me. As I caught it in my jaws, a sense of triumph washed over me. Richard continued to fight with Charles, with neither of them backing down. When Richard attacked Charles too, the intensity of the battle escalated. Their growls and snarls filled the air as they fiercely clashed, each determined to come out victorious. The adrenaline coursing through my veins urged me to jo
RichardI took my first step after standing paralyzed for so long, one step at a time, slowly. I can't breathe as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes get much more horrifying. The furniture is overturned, the walls are splattered with blood, and a chilling breeze sends shivers down my spine. My heart races as I watch the chaos and destruction that have consumed the once-peaceful room. The eerie silence amplifies the sense of dread, making it difficult to comprehend the unimaginable events that have transpired. I took my parents' photo from the closet, which I was holding tightly in my trembling hands. The image of their smiling faces brings a bittersweet comfort amidst the chaos, reminding me of happier times. And I run through the debris-filled hallway, desperate to escape the horrors that surround me. The adrenaline pumps through my veins, fueling my determination to find safety and leave this nightmare behind. Every creak and whisper in the house intensifies my panic, making
Regina"Let me do you an honor and show them struggling in their own minds," Charles suggested, his eyes gleaming with sinister excitement. He put his hand over my head, taking me to a different place. As I hesitated, unsure of what he meant, Charles continued with a sly smile. "You'll witness the power of manipulation as I delve into their deepest fears and insecurities, revealing the true extent of their inner turmoil." With an air of mystery surrounding his words, I couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and apprehension about what awaited me in this unknown realm. And there I saw Richard, bound and trembling, his eyes filled with terror. "Mom!" he shouted with a trembling voice, his fear palpable in the air. And I saw him turning into a five-year-old boy again, his vulnerability laid bare in front of me. "Richard, no matter what, don't come out of your closet." I heard a woman say it from somewhere in the distance. Her voice was filled with urgency and concern, causing my hea
ReginaMy heart skipped a beat as I saw the figure standing in front of me—tall and confident, just as I remembered. But something was different.Tears started pouring from my eyes as a rush of emotions overwhelmed me. He is alive. I couldn't believe my eyes. The last time I saw Sam was when he was lying lifeless in front of me after sacrificing himself to save Richard and everyone else. The pain of that memory had haunted me for nights, but now, seeing him standing here, it feels like a miracle. The weight of grief lifted from my shoulders as hope blossomed in my heart. "Regina, I missed you so much," Sam said, his voice filled with warmth and longing. The sound of his familiar voice brought back a flood of memories, reminding me of all the laughter and adventures we had shared together. My brother, my only family, had returned to me. I couldn't help but embrace him tightly, feeling a sense of completeness and joy that I hadn't experienced for so long. The void that his absence had
Regina"I can't let darkness stop me from moving forward," I thought to myself. "I have to push through and face whatever challenges lie ahead." With renewed determination, I took a step forward, ready to confront the unknown and trust in my instincts. I knew that I could find a way to overcome any obstacles and reach our destination. I took a deep breath and prepared to face whatever lay ahead. With each step that I take, my breathing gets heavier and my heart pounds in my chest, but I refuse to let fear consume me. Each step that brings me closer to darkness makes me lose my strength, and doubt starts to creep in. However, I remind myself of the strength and resilience that have brought me this far. I gather my courage and push through the fear, knowing that on the other side lies growth and triumph. As I cautiously move forward, my heart races with anticipation. The ominous atmosphere grows thicker, making it harder for me to breathe. But I continue with Roger and Richard, who ar
Regina"Then what am I?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. Roger's gaze softened, and he took a deep breath before answering. "You're something far more extraordinary, Regina." My mind raced with curiosity as I awaited his explanation, desperate to uncover the truth about my identity. The weight of his words hung in the air, fueling my desire to discover the depths of my hidden potential. "You're a Moonfire Guardian, destined to protect the balance between realms." Roger paused, his eyes filled with both admiration and caution. "Your abilities go beyond any werewolf or Lycan I've ever encountered. Your connection to the moon's energy grants you immense power, allowing you to manipulate the elements and heal those in need." "You mean I have the power to control fire, water, earth, and air?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement. Roger nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "But be warned," he continued, his tone turning serious. "The moon's en