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Elsa's POV My head felt heavy, the world spinning around me. I tried to stay awake, to scream, to tell others what was happening to me. But I was drugged twice in a row. Even my wolf was helpless. I struggled to focus, but my limbs felt weighted, like they weren’t mine. I tried to see his face, despite the heavy cloak he was wearing. I knew he was Dane's man. But when he hesitated for a second and was looking at me with surprise and something else, I saw his mask-clad face. Not completely, but enough for me to realize he was someone familiar. Those eyes, those piercing eyes were too familiar.I began to shiver, my body trembling because of whatever drug he had shot me. I don't know if because of this or because he didn't want anyone to see me; he covered me up with my blanket.I wanted to fight, to push him away, but I couldn’t. My muscles wouldn’t respond. I barely registered the moment he lifted me effortlessly, jumping out of the window as if it were nothing. With every
Elsa's POV When I woke up, a pungent smell welcomed me, jolting me fully awake. "Where am I?" I could feel my wolf was still struggling. I looked around. The room was dimly lit and the air was heavy with dust. This was definitely someone's home, but it felt so unhygienic, not suitable for living. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was.My body ached, and my wrists were tied to the chair I was slumped in. I strained against the ropes, but they wouldn’t budge. My eyes roamed the room. It was a dilapidated house, with crumbling walls, and a damp, musty smell that made me feel even more trapped.On the wall, in a corner were three identical dark cloaks hung alongside a mask. So the cloaked man had brought me to his house. I wondered even if I could call this a house. Why would anyone live like this?I shivered, not just from the cold but from the eerie sense of isolation. Outside the cracked window, I could see nothing but trees, endles
Once I had finished eating, he stood and made another call. “She has finished the meal,” he said, his voice flat.I stared at him, my heart sinking as I asked, as soon as he dropped the call. “Was the food drugged?”He hesitated, the briefest flicker of worry, but he didn’t answer.My mind raced. I should have been terrified of this man, but the feeling of familiarity wouldn’t leave me. It tugged at my memory, like a puzzle I couldn’t quite solve. He was strong, agile, and clearly powerful. But something about him seemed... lost. Like he didn’t know why he was doing this, or maybe he had forgotten.Was he drugged, too? I wondered. Maybe he was just as much a prisoner as I was.I closed my eyes, and finally, after what felt like an eternity, my wolf reached out to me."You are still with me," I whispered in my mind, relief washing over me."Barely," she responded. "We have been drugged twice, Elsa. If they drug us again, we might not have the strength to shift before the Blood Moon.""
Sylvie's POV "Are you out? And safe?" Dane asked at the other end of the phone. "Yes. Are you sure I should leave and you will take care of the rest?" I asked, a bit nervous, though I doubted my staying would be of any help. "You have done your part. Elsa is kidnapped."He informed me, making me feel a bit better. Our plan was working fine. I knew the cloaked man was capable. But I wasn't sure he would be able to do this task without hesitating. But Dane had been right about him. He is now a mindless puppet, an errand boy. "You will be fine, right?" I paused for a second, my mind reeling. "We will be together after this right?""Sylvie, everything will be fine. Trust me. Everything is arranged, and I will call you when this is over." He paused, and the silence gnawed at me. My knuckles tightened on the wheel as I waited for me to answer the other part, the most crucial part. "Are you sure no one is tailing you this time?" He asked, making me feel dejected. Was he procrastinat
Sylvie's POV Continued... Even today, I feel my chest tighten at the thought of how he had abandoned me. I stepped on the wheel, feeling the need to run away from those haunting memories. But as I moved ahead, I saw a couple and their child driving past me from the other side, pulling me deeper into the memory lane. Sophia took me in, she gave me a purpose and made me go back to college. Everything was well on the front. But every time I saw Dane and Linda together, that broke my heart. At home, I began to feel suffocated to see my sister with Damon enjoying a blissful life while I was struggling to have anything because I had no wolf. Why was the moon goddess cruel enough to give her a strong wolf, a strong mate, and leave me under her shadows? I was determined to rise to power, and before I knew I coveted Sophia's life. And finally, I had a perfect opportunity to materialize my dreams. Damon. Sophia was out with Elsa and some friends, giving me an opening to execute my plan
Asher's POV "He is my mate!" That line kept echoing through my mind, no matter how many punches I threw into the bag. My chest ached unbearably like it would explode any minute now. I had met her with hope. I thought she would finally see me as someone who had always valued her, someone who had never stopped caring for her. I believed that once she understood, she might see me as more than just a friend. But the conversation had gone in a direction I never saw coming. We talked about everything else. Except how I truly felt. I even lied that I didn't have any feelings for her. And in the end, she told me something I had suspected for some time now, but chose to ignore blatantly. Jake. Jake was the one she liked, and it wasn’t just a crush that I could compete. He was her mate. She will forever be mine unrequited love. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t want to believe it. At first, I thought maybe she said it to make the rejection easier, to soften the blow. But I knew Elsa too
Asher's POV Continued... As we left, I glanced at John. His jaw was tight, his fists clenched. He was more than worried now. He was terrified. But like me, he was suppressing his emotions. Because the man in front of us is Dane White, also the father of Kathy and husband of Linda. “Asher, what’s going on?” he demanded. “Tell me the truth.” I took a deep breath, knowing that what I was about to say would change everything. “Dane’s hiding something. I think he’s keeping Kathy hidden somewhere.” John’s eyes widened, fear flickering across his face. “Kathy? My Kathy? He wouldn’t… He is her father! why?” “He might,” I said, my voice firm. “He... Do you remember the fire in Elsa's house? He is the one who started it. With Sylvie.” John's jaw dropped and his eyes widened as if I told him something alien. He couldn't believe what he was hearing and he asked me again to verify it. "How could he do something like this? He... He... I have seen him for years, almost regarding him as my o
Elsa's POVAs I stare at the empty room, my eyes linger back to the duck paintings on the wall again. There were almost hundreds of them, but each one was strikingly similar to the other and to what my father had once taught me. Somehow, it offered me a sense of calm... also renewed my will to survive. I couldn’t die here, not like this. I wouldn’t.I had to know who the cloaked man was.Now that I recollected his patterns and how he behaved, I was certain he was mind-controlled. And I knew who. Dane. I was sure of it now. He had no free will, no control over his actions. A puppet, living in shadows. And perhaps in his dark world, this duck was the only ray of light, and so was mine now. I wanted to find some clues as I looked around the tiny, dimly lit room. My wolf stirred inside me, faintly. "Do you feel something odd?" I asked her, searching for some kind of confirmation.Her voice was soft, weak. "Yes... there is something about him. Something... familiar. But I can't be sure. It