I hope you love my story. It makes me so happy that I have readers, I wish I could read a comment soon. Being a writer and writing one novel is my inner child's dream. But I couldn't afford it before because of life responsibilities. Now, I'm a senior, my children have their own lives now, I thought to myself why not pursue my dream? It's not that yet too late, right?
ANNA As I sat on the cold stone floor of my jail room, Donovan entered with a smirk on his face. He informed me that I had a visitor today and my heart sank. I could smell her before I saw her - Darlyn Taylor, Dante's ex-fiancee. As soon as Darlyn walked in, she gave me a once-over with a sneer on her face. She was about 5'3 in height with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, tan skin, and average looking, but she acted like she was better than everyone else. “Poor bitch. This is what you get for stealing my mate. You’re an ambitious woman!” She mocked my appearance and my situation. I couldn't believe the audacity of this woman, especially since she was the one who has a bad demeanor. But Darlyn was relentless, continuing to mock and insult me. “Lycan King, why is she not in her chains anymore? I don’t want to see her just walking around without those silver chains!” “Well, don’t worry, Darlyn. She can never get out of here. Anna has been an obedient slave. I have my word. I made
ANNAI never thought my life would turn out like this. Abducted by my fated mate's father and imprisoned in a small room with no windows, no light, and no hope. Donovan hates me, and it's all because I'm a poor, rankless wolf. But none of that matters to Dante. He loves me for who I am, and I love him with all my heart.I spend most of my days in this dark room, thinking about Dante and trying to come up with a way to escape. But every time I start to feel hopeful, Darlyn, Dante's ex-fiance, comes in and ruins everything. She's always hurting me, physically and emotionally. And every time she wants a servant, she comes into my jail room and picks me up like I'm nothing.Today, she came in with her friends, and I knew it was going to be bad. They looked at me like I was dirt on their shoes, and Darlyn had a wicked gleam in her eye. I tried to shrink back into the shadows, but she pulled me forward, and I stumbled into the light."Look at this pathetic creature," she said, laughing. "Ca
ANNA I sat in my jail room, feeling helpless and alone. I was a poor rankless wolf, living in a world where status and power were everything. But I had found something special - my fated mate, Dante. Despite our differences, we had fallen deeply in love. But now, I’m in the territory of his heartless and dictator father, the Lycan King. The sound of the door opening pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Darlyn, Dante's ex-fiance, walking in with a scowl on her face. I can say Darlyn is a mean and irritating woman, but I had never been afraid of her until now. "Do you think I will just let you go that easily today, Anna?" Darlyn sneered. "You think you're something special, don't you? Well, let me tell you, you're nothing compared to me." I tried to keep my composure, knowing that any wrong move could be dangerous. "I'm not trying to be anything, Darlyn," I said calmly. "I just stood up for myself from you and your mean friends. What do you expect? You love embarrassing m
With her face contorted in rage, Darlyn barged into the office of Lycan King Donovan. She entered without asking permission and didn't even bother to knock. Behind his desk, Donovan was observing her with a mild look of curiosity. He questioned, "What's got you so worked up, my dear?” Darlyn spat out "It's Anna," practically exploding with rage. "What the hell is going on? She is nothing more than a despicable mutt, yet you are keeping her behind bars like she's a VIP. I don’t understand it at all!” Donovan arched an eagle. “Why is that, then?” "Because she's a threat," Darlyn said, her voice getting angrier. "There's always a chance that Dante will go back to her as long as she's still alive. I cannot take that.I won't let it happen,”. Donovan sat back in his seat and curled his fingers in front of him. "And exactly what are you asking me to do? You are aware that I have already made her life miserable. She won't be leaving, Darlyn,” "I want more than that," Darlyn said with a ma
ANNA I awoke shivering, with only a thin blanket covering me. The worst times for me were the nights because the cold would seep into my bones. I made an effort to put my mind on something uplifting to take my attention away from my circumstances, but Dante kept coming to mind. We had been apart for a month and I had no idea where he was. I was hurt from missing him so much. I got out of my rag bed and crept over to my cell's tiny window. There was nobody around and it was still dark outside. I wonder if this is my chance to run away. I was aware of the danger, but I had to leave. I had to track down Dante. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as I peered out the window. My home was in this village, but it was also my jail. I lacked status or power and was a powerless wolf. But no matter what, I loved Dante more than anything. Without fail, I had to locate him. I decided after taking a deep breath. Regardless of what Donovan thought, I would leave this place and look for m
ANNAI can feel the fear coursing through me as Donovan drags me up to the dome. The Black Pearl Pack is gathered there, all eyes on me. I can see the sneers and mocking expressions on their faces. It's clear that they all know what's about to happen, and I can't help but feel like I'm about to be thrown to the wolves.Donovan steps forward, his eyes cold and hard as he addresses the pack. "Anna here made a grave mistake," he says, his voice ringing out across the dome. "She tried to flee even after destroying my son's life."The pack erupts into jeers and taunts, and I can feel my cheeks burning with humiliation. Darlyn is practically grinning from ear to ear. It's clear that she hates me as much as Donovan does.Donovan silences the pack with a wave of his hand. "Her actions cannot go unpunished," he says. "We must all obey the Lycan King."The pack nods their agreement, and I can feel my stomach sinking. I know that I'm about to be punished, and there's nothing I can do about it.D
ANNA I wake up in a cold, dark jail room. My wrist and ankle have silver chains, and I shiver from the coldness of the room. I try to move, but the chains hold me back. Memories of the last scene before I passed out flood my mind, and I gasp in fear. Donovan, the Lycan King, had destroyed my face. I'm nervous and scared as I try to sit up, but I feel a sharp pain in my face. I reach up to touch it, and my fingers feel stingy and in pain. The more I move, the hazier my vision becomes. I want to shout, but no voice comes out of my throat. My heart pounds in my chest as I realize the extent of the damage done to me. My mind races with fear and worry as I try to feel the other side of my face. Panic sets in as I realize that I can't see what I look like. I'm desperate to know what Donovan had done to me. Had he left me disfigured and unrecognizable? Tears stream down my face as I think about the possibility of never being able to look at myself in the mirror again. The fear of being al
ANNA I wake up to a sharp intake of breath from someone standing over me. As I open my eyes, I see Darlyn looking down at me with a mocking expression. My heart sinks as I realize that I am in trouble again. Darlyn has always been mean to me, but I never thought she would go this far. I try to get up, but I can’t move. Panic sets in as I realize that I can’t hear or speak. I try to scream, but no sound comes out. My face feels numb and it takes me a moment to realize that Darlyn and Donovan had used an iron on me. Darlyn notices my fear and laughs cruelly. “Here’s your breakfast, little wolf,” she says as she pats my head. “I made you a sandwich with dog food spread. Enjoy.” But I got no reaction. I can see her mouth is moving, but I can’t hear anything coming out from her mouth. Darlyn gritted her teeth as she saw my poker face reaction. She throws the bread in my face, and I flinch at the impact. I can feel the cold wetness of the dog food on my skin, but I can’t wipe it off.
DANTEThe weight of worry sat heavily on my shoulders as I stood there, my gaze fixed on the empty space that Lyza should have occupied. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness, each second intensifying my concern for her safety. It was as if the walls of the room were closing in on me, suffocating me with the uncertainty of her whereabouts.But between my frantic thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the haze of anxiety. Leonora Taylor, a respected figure within the pack, had arrived on time. Her concern was evident in the lines etched across her aged face."Dante, is it true? Lyza is missing?" Her voice held a mixture of worry and empathy, her eyes reflecting the genuine concern she felt for both Lyza and me.I offered her a tight-lipped nod, my voice carrying a heaviness that mirrored the turmoil within me. "Thanks for the concern, Leonora. But yes, she's missing. She didn't show up."The kindness in Leonora's gaze softened her features as she stepped closer. "I'll help y
LYZA “I know I owe you an explanation, my daughter, Anna,” Estella smirked at me. Daughter? What? A wave of emotions crashed over me – disbelief, anger, and a deep-seated ache that I couldn't quite place. The very core of who I believed myself to be was unraveling before my eyes. "I'm not Anna! I’m not your daughter! I'm Lyza Pressman!" I protested, my voice quivering with a mix of frustration and confusion. Estella's eyes bore into mine, an unsettling mixture of triumph and malice dancing within them. "No matter what you say, Lyza. I knew it. You can't lie to me. I know it's you, my always good daughter, Anna!" My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as her taunts grated against my already frayed nerves. "Stop talking too much! And tell me the fuck you want!" I shouted, the words escaping my lips before I could even fully process them. She chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my outburst. "Well, you are right. But since I'm too generous, I will tell you the truth about yourself
LYZAI struggled against the restraints, my heart pounding in my chest as Estella's anger escalated. The fear and confusion were etched across my face as I desperately tried to make them understand that I had no knowledge of what they were accusing me of. But their relentless pursuit for answers pushed them further into darkness.Estella's grip tightened on my hair, yanking my head backward. The cold, hard drum pressed against the back of my skull, causing chills to run down my spine. My eyes widened in terror as I realized what they intended to do.The room fell silent, save for the sound of water dripping rhythmically onto the drum's surface. The tension in the air was suffocating, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Estella's cold eyes bore into mine, demanding a response that I couldn't provide."Speak, Lyza!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice dripping with venom. "Tell us what we want to know, or this drum will become your worst nightmare! Don’t make me mad,
DANTEI paced back and forth in the office, my eyes constantly glancing at the wall clock as each minute ticked by with agonizing slowness. Lyza was never late, let alone two hours late for an important meeting like this. Something wasn't right, and my worry grew with each passing moment.I tried to convince myself to stay calm, to trust that there must be a reasonable explanation for her absence. Perhaps there was an unexpected complication, a delay beyond her control. But the nagging sense of unease gnawed at me, refusing to be silenced by logic.I reached for my phone, my hands trembling slightly as I dialed Lyza's number. The sound of the dial tone seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of the unanswered call. I tried again, hoping for a different outcome, but the result remained the same—her phone was out of coverage.My mind raced with countless possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. What if something terrible had happened to her? What if she was in danger and una
LYZAThe door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of Philip, a chill ran down my spine. His face twisted into a sinister grin, his eyes gleaming with a malevolence that sent shivers through my already shaken form. He was the embodiment of a wicked antagonist, straight out of a nightmare.I strained to articulate my words, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, but Philip merely chuckled, relishing in his cruel game. He taunted me, claiming he couldn't comprehend my muffled pleas. His laughter grated on my nerves, a twisted melody that underscored his malevolent intentions.With a twisted satisfaction, Philip removed the tape that had silenced me, his smirk growing wider as he allowed me to speak. I glared at him, my eyes burning with a fiery rage that demanded answers. This man, who had been a stranger just moments ago, had betrayed my kindness, exploiting my goodwill for his sinister agenda."How dare you, Philip!" I spat, my voice laced with indignation. "How could you
LYZAI made my way towards the meeting place with Dante, when a voice called out my name, causing me to turn in surprise. My eyes fell upon an elderly man standing a few feet away. His weathered appearance spoke volumes of a life filled with hardship and struggle. Yet, despite his disheveled appearance, I held no judgment, for I had learned never to judge someone based on their external circumstances.Approaching the old man with genuine curiosity, I offered a polite smile. “Hi! Is there something I could help you with, sir?” His eyes crinkled with a hint of warmth as he returned my smile. He mentioned feeling honored to see me in person and spoke of hearing favorable compliments about me within the Black Pearl Pack. “By the way, my name is Philip. I’m also a member of Black Pearl Pack. But my wife and I are just omegas,” Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me. Was it merely a chance encounter, or did he harbor ulterior motives beneath his humble facade?
LYZAI am about to meet Dante today. The anticipation mingled with a deep sense of contentment within me. The smile on my face seemed to reflect the happiness that bloomed in my heart. Everything was falling into place, and I couldn't help but be grateful for the events that had unfolded."What if I tell Dante the truth?" I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible above the soft hum of the car's engine. The thought played like a gentle melody in my mind, twirling with uncertainty and hope. The mission given to me by the Moon Goddess had been accomplished, and justice had been served for Anna.But as I pondered revealing my true purpose to Dante, conflicting emotions tugged at my heart. How could I possibly leave this life, this newfound connection, behind? My heart had intertwined itself with Dante's, beating in unison, and the mere thought of walking away left an ache within me.Lost in my thoughts, the passing scenery blurred outside the car window, mirroring the whirlwind of em
Darlyn's gaze shifted from Philip to the elderly woman standing before him, and a wave of revulsion washed over her. Estella White, Anna's mother, bore a striking resemblance to a wicked stepmother straight out of a fairy tale. Her disheveled appearance and haggard expression only intensified Darlyn's disdain.Darlyn cleared her throat, preparing to introduce herself, but before she could utter a word, Estella's eyes widened with recognition. The woman's arms shot out, encircling Darlyn in a tight embrace. Darlyn recoiled, a mixture of disgust and irritation twisting her features."What are you doing, old woman?" Darlyn snapped, her voice laced with contempt. "A pathetic creature like you shouldn't dare to touch someone of my stature!”Estella's grip tightened, oblivious to Darlyn's disdain. A flicker of longing danced in her eyes, a deep-seated desire hidden behind her worn exterior. Darlyn couldn't fathom what could possibly draw such a woman to her, nor did she care to find out.Es
Darlyn stepped into the bleak streets of Ovion City, a place devoid of life and hope. The air hung heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the lingering stench of poverty and desperation. Dilapidated buildings lined the worn-out roads, their weary facades telling stories of struggles and shattered dreams. The city seemed frozen in time, a forgotten corner where rogues and outcasts sought refuge.As she approached the White's home, the sight before her was even more dismal than she had anticipated. The house stood in disarray, its weathered walls and crumbling structure bearing witness to years of neglect. The roof sagged under the weight of time, its once vibrant color faded to a muted gray. The gate, rusted and crooked, gave an eerie impression of a barricade warding off unwanted visitors.A wave of revulsion washed over Darlyn as she stepped closer, the putrid odor assaulting her senses. She wrinkled her nose in disdain, but her determination remained unwavering. This rundown