I woke up to find myself in a room that smelled unmistakably of Lucius. The darkness enveloped me, pressing in from all sides, and I knew without a doubt that I was in his chambers. But where was he?Groggily, I pushed myself up from the bed, my muscles protesting from the restless night. Lucius was nowhere to be found, and that scared me and relaxed me at the same time. Why the hell did he let me go from the dungeon? I could barely remember the events of the nights before, which alone scared me. Thankfully, my heat period was over, and I wasn’t feeling the urge to jump his bones. Being in a room that smelled like our mate's made Lila feel even more at peace. Feeling a bit better than the previous night, I took a shower. The thought of washing away the lingering traces of captivity and despair filled me with renewed purpose. It was time to approach this from a different perspective, Lucius isn’t a fool. Stepping into the bathroom, I let the warm water cascade over me, washing away t
I took a deep breath as I stepped out onto Lucius' private patio. The cool night air brushed against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The table was set with a simple elegance that belied the tension simmering just beneath the surface.Lucius, seated at the head of the table, turned his head slightly as I approached. His unseeing eyes followed the sound of my footsteps, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips."Vesta," he greeted, his voice warm. "Thank you for joining me.""Of course," I replied, forcing a smile. "It’s... nice to have a change of scenery."He motioned for me to sit. "I thought it would be pleasant to dine out here tonight. The weather is perfect."I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. "Yes, it is."We settled into our meal, the silence between us filled only by the clinking of cutlery and the distant sounds of the forest. I kept my gaze focused on my plate, struggling to tamp down the irritation bubbling inside me. Lucius broke the silence first.
In the depths of my restless sleep, I wandered through hazy corridors of memory. Ghosts of the past swirled around me like shadows in the night.I walked hand in hand with my mother, the scent of roses heavy in the air as we strolled through a moonlit garden. Each step was filled with unspoken tension, unanswered questions lingering like a thick fog."Mother," I began tentatively, whispering. "Why won't you tell me what happened?"She turned to me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Vesta, my dear," she murmured, her voice sad. "Some things are better left unsaid."I frowned, frustration growing. "But I need to know," I insisted, desperation in my voice.She sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You don't understand, Vesta," she replied with regret. "Some truths are too painful to bear."I shook my head, feeling the weight of her words. "I can't live like this, Mother," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I need to know the truth."She reached out, her hand gentle on my cheek. "I wis
VESTA'S POVI sat in the dark room, the silence heavy around me like a suffocating blanket. Each moment felt like an eternity, the weight of my confinement pressing down on me like a prison of my own making.I loathed Lucius for treating me like a common prisoner, confining me to this wing of the palace as if I were just a pawn in his twisted game. I felt like I was losing a piece of myself every day, and something told me Lucius knew exactly what he was doing to me. He wouldn't stop unless I stopped him myself.The next morning, after having breakfast on the balcony, I returned to my room to stare at the ceiling. I tried convincing myself that I wasn’t going mad and that this was perfectly normal for someone who supposedly cared about me.An omega arrived in the room with a stack of books from the library. She hesitated at the threshold, her eyes darting nervously around as if expecting danger."Good morning, Miss Vesta," she greeted timidly. She seemed so young and fearful. I wondere
I stormed out of Vesta's room, my mind ablaze with frustration and anger. The air crackled with tension as I made my way to the sparring room, my footsteps echoing loudly in the empty corridors. I needed an outlet for the turmoil raging within me, and the clash of steel against steel seemed like the perfect remedy.As I entered the sparring room, I could sense Roland's presence before I even heard his voice. He was waiting for me, his stance poised and ready for battle."Lucius," he greeted, his voice calm and steady. "I've been expecting you."I didn't bother with pleasantries. Instead, I grabbed a training sword and took up a defensive stance, my muscles coiled like a spring ready to unleash its fury.We circled each other, the tension thick between us as we prepared for the clash to come."Roland," I replied, my voice tight with restraint. "Let's get started."And with that, the battle began. Blow after blow, we sparred with a ferocity born of years of training and discipline. The c
I mustered up the courage to approach Lucius, hoping he might grant me a sliver of freedom. "Lucius, may I speak with you?" I asked tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper. I wasn't expecting anything sane from him if we are beings serious; i just hoped that he would do this for me at least. He turned towards me, his posture rigid and his expression unreadable. The dark hollowness of his eyes still scare me so much. "What is it, Vesta?" he replied curtly."I... I was wondering if I could visit my old pack," I began, my voice faltering slightly. "I haven't heard from them since I left, and I just... I need to know if they're alright."Lucius's face darkened with anger. "Visit your old pack?" he repeated incredulously. "And what exactly do you think you'll accomplish by doing that?""I just want to see my family," I pleaded, my voice trembling with emotion. "I need to know if they're safe."He scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain. "You left your pack willingly, Vesta," he remin
ALPHA LUCIUS’S POVThe room grew tense as I heard Vesta’s hand slap the man’s cheek. The sound echoed like a thunderclap. My jaw clenched in fury, my wolf inside seething with rage at the humiliation she caused me.I stood up, my voice cold and commanding. "Enough," I growled. "Take her to the dungeon."The guards moved quickly, grabbing Vesta by the arms. She struggled against them, her protests bouncing off the stone walls. Her voice rose in desperate pleas, but I ignored her cries. She crossed a line, and now she had to face the consequences.As they dragged her away, her screams still ringing in my ears, I turned to the man she had slapped. "I apologize for the disturbance," I said calmly, hiding the turmoil inside me.He waved off my apology. "No harm done," he replied, amused. "But she should face some consequences for her actions."I bristled at his words, my patience wearing thin. "That is not your concern," I snapped. "Vesta will be dealt with accordingly."He raised an eyebro
I blinked, water stinging my eyes as my surroundings slowly came into focus. My heart hammered in my chest as I took in the dimly lit room, the shadows dancing in eerie patterns across the walls. Lucius sat at the table, a dark silhouette against the faint glow of candlelight."What's going on?" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to make sense of the situation.Lucius's voice cut through the silence like a blade, cold and unforgiving. "Do you understand the gravity of your actions?" he demanded, his tone laced with barely contained fury.I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. "I... I was only defending myself," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush as I tried to explain.But before I could finish, hands seized me, dragging me forward until my head was submerged in icy water. Panic clawed at my chest as I fought for air, the world narrowing to the suffocating darkness that engulfed me.They pulled me up, gasping and choking as water streamed down my face.