CAMILLE'S POVHe was acting strange. But I didn't fight him. I liked how he smelt. I just wanted to take it all in. "I chose you," he told me when he finally broke the hug.I looked at him, puzzled. "You chose me?""I ended things with Milana." He told me."Oh." I wouldn't lie. I was taken by surprise. Dimitri had been torn about choosing. So, the sudden shift almost seemed out of character. "How did she take it?"Dimitri chuckled. "She hates me. She probably hates you, too. But I know Milana. She will come around.""And what made you finally choose? You were having an existential crisis about it before?"My wolf seemed to be pissed about my question."Gurl, we have him now. Don't ask irrelevant questions."But to me, it wasn't irrelevant. I wanted to know what would make my indecisive mate certain. "Because I almost died, and you were the one on my mind. Not Milana. It made me realize I held my promise to her in higher regard than my love for her. You are my mate, and for good reaso
CAMILLE'S POVI slowly blinked my eyes open, the warmth of the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains gently coaxing me out of my slumber. When I shifted in bed, I became acutely aware of the weight of Dimitri's arm draped over my waist. I could also feel his steady breaths tickling the back of my neck.Turning onto my side, I gazed at him, my heart swelling at the sight of him at peace beside me. His features looked soft in the morning light. I fixated my attention on the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest with each breath.It reminded me of the first time we met. He looked just as pretty.I couldn't help myself. I reached out, trailing my fingers through his tousled bedhead.Despite being a tangled mess, his hair felt unbelievably soft beneath my touch. It was a tangled mess of curls—a testament to the passion we had shared just hours before.I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the events of last night, the way he had made me feel more alive than I had ever
CAMILLE'S POVHearing him say those words killed me a little. Because I felt the same.Why did I feel guilty? I didn't do this. I didn't push Milana to do something so... permanent. But there was also that voice at the back of my head that reminded me that this was as a result of my selfishness. My throat grew heavy, and even breathing became increasingly difficult."Get her down!" Dimitri screamed. "Get her down this instant."The hurt in his voice was nearly maddening. I watched in horror as the sentinels around scrambled to loose the noose from Milana's throat. Rigor mortis has set in, making her body stiff. All of it except her head. The way it dangled as they cut the noose that wouldn't free itself off told me that her flesh was the only thing keeping her head attached to her body.I couldn't watch. I turned away from the scene. Tears were beginning to form in the corner of my eyes. I couldn't read them in. They streamed down my cheeks as I fled the scene. I had barely made i
CAMILLE'S POVA vial was opened, and one of the glasses was tainted. I watched as Milana drank from it, only for her body to falter moments later.Eva grinned sadistically as Milana struggled for her life, doing nothing to help, seemingly reveling in the torture until the poor girl drew her last breath.As if that wasn't enough, Eva, with the help of her servant, carried Milana's body to her room, acting as if Milana was simply blackout drunk before proceeding to hang her after breaking her neck to make the story more believable.There was likely more, but Eva shoved away my hands before I could uncover any more of her atrocities."Don't you dare touch me," she warned, walking away.I was appalled. She had just taken a life, yet she acted as if nothing had changed. What kind of evil was she?"You killed her?" The words stumbled out of my mouth, my shock palpable.Eva paused, glancing back at me. "What?"Now she had the audacity to feign ignorance. I approached her, grabbing her by the
CAMILLE'S POVThe guards had an issue letting me in. Especially since I had told them I was visiting the Hector Menard. But after a lot of back-and-forth bantering, the resolve of the first sentinel guard cracked, and he granted me access on the condition that I would only have a limited time inside and that I would be under strict supervision. I agreed to his terms despite knowing how stifling that would be.We descended into the dark, musty crypt. I noticed the air grew colder with each step, sending shivers down my spine. But it wasn't probably the chill air that was giving me goosebumps. It was seeing Hector again. Except this time, he would probably know who I was.I wondered what he would think. Would he regret putting me through all that pain? Did he regret his choice? Would he wish he could turn back the hands of time and make a better choice? The faint glow of torches lined the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced across the stone floor. When we reached another section
SPECIAL CHAPTER TWO: AMITYAUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.My life became the mess it was when two insignificant people decided to heed the bond of the goddess.A Phi and a renounced sentinel fell in love and had a child.My mother watched the pups of great wolves, a job for the lowest of lows, while my father, once a respected sentinel, flew too close to the sun. His demotion threw him to the rank of omega.By birth, I would either become a Phi like my mother or an omega. Fate and the goddess were unkind to me, however. The sins of my father found me, and I came into the world as the lowest of runts.An omega.The bullying was relentless. In a world where your rank determined who you were and the weight your words carried, why wouldn't I be tortured?Everyone wanted that power. To command another and have them obey without question.But I worked my way up from t
EVA'S POVHow did she know? How did she fucking know?!I was stressing out, and I hated that I couldn't show it. I wanted to throw that pain out there, not swallow it. It only made things worse.No, the worst part was how stuck in my head I became. Camille was clueless before. Before she touched me, all our argument was about was past grievances. But the second she touched me, something shifted. I saw the way the demeanor on her face changed.As if somehow she gained the information from touching me. Did the healer have more secrets?I scoffed at the thought. What blessing had the heavens thrown into her lap this time, and more importantly, how was I going to silence her?Killing her would be the easiest route. But Camille was currently a hot topic. Taking her out, especially with Milana already dead, would raise questions. There was no telling how far the abilities of the granddaughter of Abigail De'Crescent could go. I mean... five years ago, I watched her get drowned in a rubble o
CAMILLE'S POV"Amity, isn't it? I've been expecting you."Facing someone just as volatile as Eva, I couldn't throw caution to the wind. Everything about Amity told me she was trouble. She seemed a lot like Eva, perhaps even worse. I watched the maid's face morph from fear to curiosity."You planned this?""I cannot plan the actions that people take, but I can do my best to predict them. My prediction just happened to be dead on."The girl nodded, taking one look at the guard, who still had his gun ready for her before returning her gaze to me."And why were you expecting me? Am I the card you want to use against your sister?""You are no ace to me. You are probably just as bad as her," I retorted. "You knew the sins that Eva had committed, and you stood by her side? Where was your loyalty to your Alpha and your pack?""Loyalty?" The girl scoffed. "Where was the pack's protection for those of us that were deemed runts? They demand from us when they give us nothing? I do not think so.