-Hazel-If I were to be very honest with myself, I think even animals are treated way better than I am now.“It seems that you have a lot on your kind that you will have to process, so I will leave you alone to your thoughts. The experiments begin again tomorrow and I just say that this will be your life from now on till you die. Thank you Lady Hazel. Because of you, I will become the most powerful male in the entire kingdom and no one not even the founding noble families will be able to question my authority” he says as he lets out a deep cackle.At this point, I no longer feel the energy to feel any thing any more neither do I want to. I just want to die and there is no longer any thing for me to live for and there is no way that I want to live such a life. Now, my eyes are very sore from the tears and I hold the decapitated head of Bleu even closer to my chest. If only I could go back to that point, I would change the past so that such a thing does not happen any more
-Hazel-The moment I had those thoughts, it was like I was thrown into a whirl pool and was unable to control any ting but even my own body. I could not explain what was happening to me but Ay this moment, it was like I was watching myself from outside mu body.Perhaps it is the fact that I now hold Bleu’s decapitated head in my arms that I am now feeling this way. The reaction was however instant. I felt my body become heavy and I was now unable to keep my eye lids open: the only part of me that did not waver in strength was my hands because I could no bear the thought of not holding on to the last piece of him.“Moon goddess, if only I had another chance, I will make sure not to repeat the same life” I whisper and for the first time during this situation, I was hit with the harsh truth.If I were to be completely honest with myself, the only reason that Bleu was killed in such a gruesome manner was all because of me. At this moment, memories flashed through my mind in my now sleepy s
-Hazel-Bleu!!!!I was confused was to which reality it was that I should believe. Why I had just witnessed was so real that I am at a loss. He was fully intact, not pale and looking as lively as ever.His hair was tied into a messy bun on the top of his hair and he looked really really peaceful as he slept. Very different from how he looked from the dream that I heard.But was that really a dream?!!’ I was panting and I could tell that it would take a while before I would be able to calm myself down.I feel beads of sweat gather on my fore head and on the side of my face and they increase by the minute. After I had been able to get myself h see control, I finally take a long look round the cave and I could not help the tears from coking out of my eyes and staining the skin of my cheeks.It was truly how I remembered it all. Every thing is exactly the same. That…. was a very scary dream and there is something that tells me that this was not some thing that I should ignore at all.On t
-Hazel-I could tell that bLeu was angry at the thought that he may have some how hurt me during the time of us mating and at this moment, I felt my heart break into a million pieces.I remember clearly the dream that I had and I know deep down in my bones that there is nothing that will ever make me to forget the things I saw in that dream.In fact, there is still a part to me that is very much confused about which one of the realities is true for me.I watch as Bleu moves to my front and get down on his knees. He has a desperate look in his yes as the tears continue to flow. I can tell that he is at a loss as to why I am crying and I do not need a seer to know that he blames himself.If only he knew that the reason I can not help myself from crying was because I was seeing him in person after such a horrific dream. I knew that I was very very important to him but I do not think that I have fully grasped just how important I was to him.In the dream that I had, the crown prince did s
-Hazel-It was in no way easy for me to calm Bleu down. He was bent on inflicting some form of punishment on himself no matter how small it may be.I let out a deep sigh. He is just like a huge stubborn pup and I know that I will have my role to play in order to take care of him from now on.Bleu was nothing but muscle which is to be expected. He needed to get this strong for him to be able survive in such a place. He only knew to take care of situations in brutal and gruesome ways. I would need to be the balance in the relationship.I will make sure that the dream that I had never comes to pass. Never. I can still feel the decapitated and cold head of Bleu in my arms and I know very well that it was a feeling that I will have a hard time in forgetting. It felt so real, almost like the moon goddess herself was trying to send a warning to me.Not that I believe in such, but there was a saying in the ancient times of the kingdom that omegas were actually vassals to the moon goddess. Wh
-Bleu-Finally!!!I have waited and hoped for this moment for all of my life. The only reason that I was able to keep a strong hold on my consciousness and not completely give in to my wolf form was because I was holding on to the hope of one day, being able to find my mate prepared for me by the moon goddess herself.I waited and waited and I can not lie that it was not hard some times, I never want to go back to the those lonely days again and I do not even want to entertain the thought.If by any chance, Hazel leaves me, then I will go mad. It is a miracle in itself that I had not turn into a rabid wolf. I just focused on getting stronger to be able to protect my mate as I blindly trusted my mother’s words.There were days that j doubted but in the end, choosing not to leave this desolated region was the best decision that I have ever made in my life. Hazel is my destiny and from now on, it will be just the two of us forever.I stare down at her naked and unconscious state and the
“We need to leave this place” I say again because it looked like he had not yet understood what it was I was trying to say.The moment that those words left my mouth, the reaction that I got from Bleu was instant. He was strung at me like I had grown a second head and the look in his face was almost comical.If it were jut for what I had seen in my dream, I would have let out a deep laugh but I was desperate. Out very life’s depended on us leaving this desolate region.I clench my fists as a way to reaffirm my resolve. If by chance Bleu rejects the idea, then I must build the resolve to leave this place on my win without him knowing of course.It would be hard but this was the only sure way to make sure that Bleu survives. If I do end up getting caught by the crown prince or by any one else with bad intentions from the kingdom, then I think it will be better for me and for me alone to suffer instead of a reality of holding on to the decapitated head of Bleu.He continues stare at me a
-Hazel-The moment that information left my lips, Bleu let out a gruesome and powerful growl. It will not be an exaggeration to say that I felt the very walls of the cave shake but as usual, fear was the last thing on my mind as I knew that Bleu would not do any thing that would hurt me in any way or in any form no matter how angry he wasI felt his arm that was around me tense as he bright me even closer in to his chest. It was as if he was trying to make a declaration to the crown prince himself that I belonged to him and him alone.“Mine” he mumbled as he let out a loud snarl.I let out a sigh because I knew that if I did not find a way to calm him down, I would never be able to continue the rest of what I had to say to him.I wriggle around as I try to get out of his tight hold. After I was successfully able to do so, I turn to face him and placed myself comfortably in his lap. Immediately, his hands were on my waist again bringing me even close to his form.However, I may have fo
The room was cloaked in an air of hushed anticipation as the Lunari delicately unfurled the parcel, its contents bearing the weight of fate itself. It was a moment she had known would come, a premonition that had settled in the depths of her being long before the package arrived. The letters from the royal capital were like echoes from a distant realm, carrying news that could only mean one thing - the alpha king, the cornerstone of their world, had breathed his last.As she traced the elegant script with her eyes, a solemn understanding washed over her. This missive from the crown prince was a harbinger of change, a signal that the tides of power were shifting, leaving them in an uncharted sea. She couldn't help but wonder about the implications, the intricate dance of politics and destiny that would unfold in the wake of this revelation.Beside the royal decree, an unopened letter from her father, the Duke, sat in patient repose. Its presence seemed to pulse with a quiet insistence,
The council room was steeped in an eerie silence, broken only by the soft echo of the crown prince's chilling words. The atmosphere hung heavy with tension, each person present acutely aware of the gravity of the situation. The crown prince's eyes bore into the assembled councilmen, his gaze unwavering, demanding answers.As the room held its breath, a faint shiver passed through the air. The flickering torchlight cast long, menacing shadows across the marble floor, amplifying the sense of foreboding that permeated the space. The scent of blood, thick and metallic, clung to the air, a stark reminder of the violent act that had just transpired.The crown prince's voice cut through the stillness, sharp and commanding, as he addressed the room. His words hung in the air, charged with a potent mix of anger and sorrow. The weight of his grief was palpable, a heavy burden that now rested squarely on his shoulders.A cold wind swept through the chamber, rattling the windows and causing the f
The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. It was only logical for the council members to assume that the crown prince's clenched grip on his sword was fueled by a burning desire for vengeance against his father's assailant. They were caught in a precarious balance between self-preservation and the looming threat of Luna's wrath, knowing that any move they made could tip the scales one way or the other.As he advanced, each step seemed to reverberate with an icy resolve, a demeanor they had never witnessed before in the young prince. Their apprehension grew, their hearts pounding in anticipation of the impending confrontation. They braced themselves for the worst, their minds racing to fathom the depths of the tragedy that had befallen their kingdom. Yet, before they could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, the crown prince closed the distance to his fallen father, the alpha king, who lay in a grim pool of his own lifeblood.In that solemn moment, t
In the shadowed recesses of the council chamber, where once camaraderie flourished, now lingered the specter of betrayal. The nobles, who had dared to defy the very foundation of their kingdom, stood undeterred by the enormity of their transgression. This audacious act, had fate been kind, would have warranted immediate and severe retribution. Yet, an eerie calm settled upon them, a disconcerting absence of remorse.The lifeless form of the alpha king lay sprawled, a silent witness to the treachery that had unfolded. The air, heavy with the acrid scent of spilled blood, bore no trace of mourning. Instead, it pulsed with whispered conspiracies and urgent deliberations. They were not bound by the solemnity of the moment, nor did they grant the blood time to congeal before they began weaving their plans.In a far corner, the nobles huddled together, their opulent robes billowing around them, shielding them from the crimson testament to their rebellion. Their shoes, polished to a mirror-l
-the alpha king-The council chamber, bathed in an icy stillness that belied its usual warmth and bustle, bore witness to an unprecedented convergence. Every council member, typically punctuality's foe, had gathered with astonishing swiftness. As the alpha king, accustomed to the customary delays, this unexpected promptness spoke volumes.Today marked a turning point. The shackles of trepidation that once bound my decisions concerning the kingdom had been shattered. The room held its collective breath, hanging on my every word."We shall relinquish our forces to the Lunari forthwith," I proclaimed, and in that heartbeat, the chamber was ablaze with discord.Bedlam reigned. Councilors, once eloquent and composed, now hurled vehement objections into the air. It was a predictable response. These blue-blooded aristocrats, entrenched in their pride and privilege, preferred to forfeit their very existence than to entertain the notion of coexistence with the common folk. The cacophonous diss
-The royal palace in the royal capital-(The alpha king)As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grandeur of the royal palace, the weight of the situation hung heavily in the air. The news of Lunari's audacious act had rippled through the kingdom like wildfire, igniting tensions that had long smoldered beneath the surface. In the opulent chambers, adorned with tapestries that bore the stories of generations past, I stood, my gaze fixed upon the butler, his countenance etched with a solemnity that mirrored the gravity of the circumstances. His eyes, pools of unwavering loyalty, met mine, conveying a silent understanding that silence, in this moment, was not the answer. The tale unfurled before us like a dark tapestry woven with threads of betrayal and ambition. The Lunari, once a faction bound by honor and tradition, had chosen the path of conflict, their declaration of war echoing through the halls of power. The severed head of a noble, a sinister messag
-The royal palace in the royal capital-In the heart of the regal citadel, where once the splendor of the Lunari dynasty radiated, now resided a somber stillness that seemed to permeate every stone and corridor. The air, once filled with the harmonious symphony of diligent servants, now hung heavy with an icy chill, bearing witness to the stark transformation that had befallen the palace. It stood as a solemn sentinel, a shadow of its former self, as if the very essence of its majesty had been drained, leaving behind a hollow echo.Gone were the days of unabashed pride and the regal dignity that had been synonymous with the palace's walls. The tapestries that once adorned the grand halls, illustrating the illustrious history of the Lunari lineage, now seemed to droop mournfully, their vibrant colors faded and their threads whispering tales of antiquity. The once-lustrous marble floors, painstakingly polished to a gleaming finish, now bore the marks of neglect, their surface marred by
-the estate of Baron Penin-In that pivotal moment, when those potent words escaped her lips, the very fabric of the atmosphere seemed to ripple in response. The air, once tempered, now carried an icy edge, a stark contrast to the fiery loyalty that surged within the hearts of those who stood witness. It was as if an unspoken covenant had woven its threads through their souls, binding them in unwavering allegiance to the Lunari cause, compelling them to enact her every decree.The hooded figures, shrouded in mystery, moved with an eerie precision. They orchestrated the Baron's elder brother to kneel, an act of submission, his head inclined in humble obeisance before their leader. Behind her, Bleu loomed, an indomitable presence, his unwavering stance a testament to his dedication. He was more than a mere sentinel; he was a guardian, ensuring that the path she chose was one she would walk without hindrance, regardless of the toll it may exact.Yet, beneath this veneer of resolute deter
-the estate of Baron Penin-The older brother of the Baron, a figure consumed by a potent mixture of determination and desperation, finds himself on the precipice of a battle that carries the weight of familial legacy and ancestral honor. It is a struggle forged in the crucible of betrayal, for his once-beloved sibling squandered the abundant riches and estates bestowed upon him by their forefather. What remains is a mere specter of the man who once strode the halls of opulence, now reduced to a name, a title, and the grim reality of scraping for morsels of sustenance. The resurgence of an opportunity, a glimmering chance to reclaim fragments of the opulent past, beckons forth a resolve that courses through his veins, an unwavering determination to seize back the glory that once defined their noble werewolf lineage.He harbored a misplaced confidence, underestimating the resilience and strength that coursed through the veins of the Lunari. In his hubris, he envisioned her as a mere fo