DIMITRI'S POV"Do well to remember that vile as she is, my daughter is the granddaughter of Abigail De'crescent..." Yes. That was what I had heard the Alpha of the Lily of the Valley pack say before his sentinels opened the doors to the council room. The girl I had been looking for since my father's passing existed. Exposing myself to the werewolves and causing them to question why an enemy was doing a peace visit was worth it after all.I had been buried in my thoughts and in the wine in my goblets as I thought about my next move. I had instructed Neal to keep watch on the girl as I figured out a surefire way to manipulate the Alpha to hand me his most 'prized asset'. The same asset that was in the dungeons for my sake.The chicken on my plate proved it. I called a servant over to refill my cup. Their wine was the only thing I could stomach. As a true Lycan, I could only stomach a predominantly meat dish. However, because of my condition, pheasants were the only thing I could keep
CAMILLE'S POVMy legs ached as I stumbled onto the road. I must have looked a sight. My hair, a dishevelled mop, tangled and stained with blood. Ash and dust clung to my battered body, while torn clothing and bloodied jeans adorned me as if I'd emerged from a battlefield. Tears streamed down my face as I weakly waved down a passing truck."Are you alright, miss?" the driver asked, concern evident in his tone as he pulled over the truck.I wiped my tears away and gave a weak nod, trying my best to compose myself. "I am alright," I finally managed to croak, my voice filled with exhaustion. "I am alright now. What route are you going?"The driver's brows furrowed as he took in my dishevelled appearance. "Are you sure you don't need help? Are you hurt?" he continued to probe. It was out of genuine worry. I could see it etched on his face. But what I needed was a ride and not a kind samaritan."I fell while hiking. I am better now.""Where do you want to go?" He asked."Marblefay," I repli
5 YEARS LATERCAMILLE'S POVNo really told you blood wasn't the worst hell you would have to face in the hospital. The vomiting and the poop was the true hell. I walked into the bathroom, holding my breath so I wouldn't throw up with a face mask hanging over my face. The gloves went in the bin first, then the nose mask. I stared at the revolting regurgitation on my scrubs and let out a sigh. The blood was the mild part. After getting rid of my soiled scrubs, I scrubbed in again. My hands methodically lathered with antiseptic as I prepared to put on another glove.My morning routine in the hospital was a roster of routines and precision and I was needing with the routine. I put on my gloves and secured my mask before entering the bustling ward.There were beepings, murmurs, and distant chatter everywhere. It was a wonder to me how people came here to heal. But it was why I chose this line of work. After my father's letter, I wanted to save as many lives as I could."Are you alright
DIMITRI'S POVGreat days didn't happen often in the Galdina Estates. Today would be much worse because my body was rejecting the pills. It was days like this I would be at my worst and keep up my reputation as a heartless man with too much power in his hands. But I was happy. It had been five years since Camille Dumont died because of the nefarious intentions of her stepmother and her then mate, taking away the hopes I had of a normal life. It had been five difficult years of struggling to keep my disease under the covers. But all that ended today. Neil's digging around and my conversation with the human elites had led me to strike a gold mine. Another healer was alive and well and this time, I intended to keep her close. I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel dangling loosely on my hips. I needed to be in the proper regalia to address her. I was also pondering on what words to say to her. Considering we kidnapped her children, she wouldn't be so keen to help out.There was a
CAMILLE'S POVHe got up and approached me. I never realized how tall the man was which was valid because I had only laid eyes on the man three times. The first was hazy and he was naked. The second time, I was facing the council for crimes against humanity and the third... I swallowed, remembering the explosion. It was all in the past now"Forgive me, Miss Cameryn," he told me, offering his hand. "But my men had to resort to kidnapping beautiful creatures like Collins and Sofia."I didn't take it. Not because I was wary or mad. I was struggling. His scent was stronger now that he was close. Against better judgment, I looked up to meet his eyes. They were dark. Ink black orbs that glistened like pearls. Now that he was this close for comfort, I realized how tall he was. He was at least 6 feet 5. I swallowed, fighting the urge to wrap my hands around the nape of his neck and bring him closer.It was hard to think or even function so I took a step back from him. "No need for introductio
CAMILLE'S POV"Did you say something?" Dimitri asked as he wore back his shirt.I had not realized how loud my mutter sounded, or perhaps his senses were so sharp that he caught it. "No," I lied, turning back to face Hector.I still held a lot of anger for the man, but seeing him in such a state made me... pity him. No one deserved to be in so much pain. I wasn't the type of person who would sit down and allow someone to suffer because we ended things on bad terms. Hector had crouched away from me the second he heard I was a healer, which told me I was not the first to use him as a guinea pig for the Lycan king. It also told me that he had not reacted well to the healing attempts. I wasn't sure why. But I began to doubt my gifts. I didn't want to add to anybody's pain. I also did not understand why Hector was imprisoned by Dimitri. What sin could he have committed?I turned to Dimitri again and asked, "Why did you imprison a werewolf?"Asking that question was weird in itself. The i
CAMILLE'S POVHector was dragged back to the dungeons, and soon after, servants of the Lycan kingdom came to escort me and my belongings to one of the many rooms in the mansion.The ground floor was where Dimitri had accepted me, and my room was somewhere on the second floor. From what I could notice, there seemed to be a third floor, which I believed was relegated to the servants of the house."Can you lead me to the garden?" I asked one of the servants as soon as I stepped inside the room I would be spending the night in."Sure thing," the maid nodded, dropping my belongings at a corner.Surveying the space, I found the room decent. There was a queen-sized bed that I was certain Collins would enjoy turning into his trampoline. A dresser with an inbuilt mirror sat at one corner, and opposite the dresser was a smaller door that led to a bathroom.Sweaty from the heat of my disguise, I yearned to tear away the black fabric from my skin and sink into a bath of cold water. But Collins an
CAMILLE'S POVNeal followed me all the way to the second floor. I believe he was that worried about me. He only stopped when I reached the room I would be spending the night in. As soon as I opened the door, my children raced in, marvelling at the spacious surroundings."It's so big," Sophia blurted, her eyes bright with glee as she joined her brother to jump on the surprisingly springy bed. That would be an issue."I should leave you," Neal said.I turned to face him. "Thank you for earlier.""It is no problem. Do try to avoid Eva."It was no issue for me. As long as Eva wasn't actively out to get me, the castle was big enough for both of us until I left."I will."With that, Neal left me and my kids. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me."The bed isn't a trampoline," I warned, rushing at them. I picked Collins first. He was the instigator. Sophia would become bored of it if he wasn't there to rile her up."We are guests," I told my little boy. "it would be rude to leave a