“So you are from Soloma?” Guinevere asks Anna.
“Yes,” Anna lies. “I am from Soloma. I was an omega in the palace of Emperor Theodorus until he was killed in the war between Ezealyra and Sloria.”
A month ago, the mighty kingdom of Ezealyra had invaded a small snow capped country named Sloria. The Ezealyrans thought that they would be able to defeat Sloria but the small nation is stronger than they anticipated. In the war, the Emperor of Ezealyra, Eduard Visserion and his Empress were killed by the Duke of Sloria, Dmitri Daskov.
It turns out, Dmitri Daskov is actually Alexei Visserion, the long lost prince and heir to the throne of Ezealyra. He is also Anna’s brother.
Anna knows very well that her brother is looking for her but she has vowed not to reunite
Darkness shrouds the lands with its blanket. A moonless sky is looming over the earth, watching and hiding the secrets of the night while everyone sleeps. The vast desert is silent and cold with no signs of life outside the city. Everywhere one looks, there is nothingness coupled with the signal of something eerie as if something bad is about to happen. In the midst of the long night, a figure slowly walks on the rough sand. Its large eyes are shining red and sharp canines are visible in its mouth. A giant wolf is sniffing the air, its bushy tail wagging in the air as if it has found its way. The lone wolf is walking on and on without tiring until he reaches a pyre where several other wolves are waiting for him. The wolf is easily the largest one among the pack with dark gray shades and a white streak on its head. An omega hurries forward and drapes a robe over the wolf. Slowly, the wolf starts to transform until it takes the appearance of a human, a man in his fifties. He has fin
“AHHHHHHHH!”Latifa’s screams echo in Anna’s ears, stunning her. She falls to the ground, clutching her arm which lies limp.“My hand!” She screams. “My hand!”Lavi glares at the woman who is crying in front of him. Blood is rolling down his forehead and several gnashes are visible on his shirtless torso. He felt every bit of the whipping the nameless girl received, each blow harder than the last. Yet, he remained still for a while, hoping that she will cry for help.To his shock, she did not even wince. In fact, she calmly tolerated the beatings as if she was used to it. He was more affected by the torture than she was and it only infuriates him even more.
*A while ago*Water splashes out of the pool as a naked figure rises from it. Every part of Lavi’s body is glistening with water, shimmering under the dim lights. His muscles are hard and bulging as he wipes his body with a cloth. The wine colored hair is damp and dripping, his face slightly flushed as he stares at himself in the mirror. Lights from the candles are reflecting on his eyes, turning them into shades of orange and green as he keeps on mulling over the person who is responsible for his misery.He grits in anger as the nameless girl’s face keeps on popping in his head. Everything about her is intoxicating to him, ruining his mind. He cannot get over her, his mind reeling over how his heart felt as if someone was wrenching it apart when he saw the lowly servant hitting her. But he was angrier at her indifference.
“Anna, are you alright?” Thena asks in a worried tone. The heart attack did not harm Anna in any way at first but after a while, she started to become pale and feverish. Her temperature is also increasing as if she will fall sick.Anna tries to lift her hand in an attempt to feel stronger again but her hand is shaking a little. She is fatigued and is also having a headache. The dingy cell is only making her feel claustrophobic in that state.“The pain in my chest is gone but I am feverish,” she groans. “That f*cking prince got me good this time.”“A few more rounds of that pain and he will kill you for sure,” Thena nods.“I am not so worried about it,” Anna sighs. “It will pass.”
“Run Anna!” Her mother screams to her. She feels a hand reach out to her, dragging her away but Anna tries to reach her mother. “No!” Anna yells. Smoke and soot fill the air and she coughs hard. She raises her hand to get her mother but a crowd of people are surrounding Alexa Visserion. She is strapped to a pole with hay stacks surrounding her and someone is chanting a spell. A man in a hoodie steps forward and glances at Anna. His glass eye is visible from under his cloak, glaring at her. He grins at her. Anna is helpless as the man snaps his fingers and suddenly, a large flame erupts in the hay stacks surrounding Alexa. “Take her and run!” Alexa screams, not caring about the pain engulfing her. “RUN!” Anna does not even get the time to run for her mother. A pair of
Anna slowly makes her way towards the study where Lavi is sleeping. She slides the door open and enters the room.Lavi is lying somewhere, still. His eyes are closed and he is in a peaceful slumber, oblivious to everything else. Anna sniffs the air to locate him and deduces that he is sleeping on the couch a few feet from her.She quietly puts the tray on a nearby table and approaches him, taking out the knife from her pocket.Unbeknownst to her, the rays of the sun are peeping through an open window, shining on him. He is motionless on the couch, gently breathing. His reddish hair is ruffled and his face is peaceful, giving him a more innocent look. The sweet scent of his mate hits his nostrils and he opens his eyes to find that Anna is standing above him with a knife raised.
The neighing of horses can be heard from afar. A large party of soldiers are approaching the Crown Prince’s palace, stopping in front of the dark gates.“Stop!” One of the gatekeepers alerts them. “Who are you?”He watches as the leader of the troop gets down from his horse and walks towards the gate. The man is of heavy build and quite tall. He is wearing a large armor while the emblem of the Costa family is carved on the brooch stuck on his chest. The man stands tall, walking proudly towards the palace gates.Slowly, he takes off his helmet.Soft blonde hair is shining under the sunlight, the rays falling on his exotic features. The man is tanned with boyish looks even though he is well into his twenties.
“You should have thought of that when you killed my mate,” Damien says. “Remember Yana? Or did you forget about her too?”A long silence ensues between the two men as they angrily stare at each other. Lavi stays silent but Damien is not going to spare him.“How funny!” Damien laments. “The Crown Prince goes unpunished for my mate’s murder while I suffer for the rest of my life!”He lets out a mirthful laughter.“I see that your mate’s death did not turn you into an empty shell,” Lavi notes.“It did…”Damien’s anger is mixed with deep melancholia, his heart wrapped in a literal pa