CAMILLE'S POV (Three Months Later)
In the solitude of the Dumont family's new kitchen, I stirred the pot, the fragrant blend of herbs and spices enveloping me.Cooking had become my sanctuary since I arrived in the Dumont family home and it had slowly become a grounding routine in this unfamiliar chapter of my life.A soft knock interrupted my culinary focus. At the doorway stood a man with a basket of fresh vegetables."Hey, Camille," Hector greeted, his eyes crinkling with a warm smile. "What's cooking?""Something special," I replied. Hector Menard was probably the one good thing that had happened to me since I was realized to be the long-lost daughter of Lucian Dumont, Alpha of the Lily of the Valley pack. He worked as a personal assistant to my biological father and was the son of the pack's Beta so he was always around the house. In this strange place that was supposed to be my home now, the goddess in her infinite mercy had given him to me as a mate and for that, I was eternally grateful.Hector was a light for me in the Dumont house."I will leave you to it then," Hector said, dropping the vegetables. Before he left though, he gave me a kiss on my cheek.I continued my task, chopping the vegetables and sliding them into the simmering pot with the precision of a chef.Once the meal was ready, I plated it into five portions and put them into a trolley."Let me help you with that, Lady Camille," A servant offered."Don't worry about it," I declined. This was my ritual. I used my cooking as a way of reclaiming some sort of control in a world that sought to disrupt my sense of belonging.The servants didn't like it. The Dumont family didn't like it either. My biological father didn't oppose it. I wouldn't even know because we hardly talked. Since I had arrived at the family home, all I had gotten from him was a handshake. What sort of father did that when the daughter they had been searching hell and highwater for, for four years suddenly returned? I thought I would get some answers from him when I returned but all I got from a conversation I had to force with the man was that some malevolent faces switched me with Eva, my stepsister at birth.Eva, my stepsister despised me. She didn't even make an effort to hide it. She could be an Oscar-worthy actress when father was around but when he wasn't which was more prominent than when he was, I was public enemy number one. In some twisted sense, I sort of understood her. While it wasn't my fault, my arrival must have shaken the world she knew. I couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her to learn that she was a stranger to Dumont's name and the Lily of the Valley pack when she had grown up with the mentality that she was going to one day ascend and take my biological father's place.I proceeded to wheel the food to the dining room. When I was close enough, I could hear them chatter. It was a sharp contrast to what the room would have been like if it was me in that room. Sometimes I wondered why they uprooted me from the life I knew if this was how I was going to live. I opened the door and the chatter immediately ceased. Four pairs of eyes turned toward me. My new family, tied by blood, but not by choice.With quiet determination, I took my place among them, wheeling the trolley to its spot.Eva, the first to let out a whine, "Goddess, you cooked? Again?"Alpha Lucien's stern voice cut through the tension, "Eva, be nice."The command was as much for her as it was for the harmony of this newly formed family."We appreciate your cooking, Camille," Alpha Lucien continued. "But we have servants in the house for a reason. I think it is high time you stop doing their jobs for them. If the house bores you that much, you can pick up an interest in the affairs of the pack." I heard Eva scoff at that. I nodded in understanding, knowing I would probably still defy him. I served my father first, then my stepmother.Adele Dumont was the Luna of the Lily of the Valley pack. I initially thought she was my biological mother when I was returned to the Dumont house. But her reaction to my return was even worse than my father's. At first, that had destroyed me. To know that my biological mother had no love left to give me in her heart. But I came to quickly know that Adele never had any children. Lucian Dumont had married two women. Adele was the first but she was infertile and never had another so Lucian took another. The one that was supposed to be my mother and the one whose baby actually got switched. Knowing that didn't matter, considering she had died during childbirth. Eva had been raised by Adele. In fact, she loved the girl from what I could see but I couldn't say she felt the same about me.I then served Hector and then Eva. The look she had on her face when she took a look at her plate broke my heart.Placing my plate on an empty seat, I started eating, stealing glances at my newfound family.Most of them started to eat too. Except Eva of course. She kept giving the food a disgusting look. So much so that it encouraged my father to speak up."Eva, dear, give it a chance," Alpha Lucien urged. "It is not bad and there is no texture to it."Eva nodded and took her first bite The twisted expression on her face only became more obvious and she immediately spat it out."Ew! That is disgusting!" That was when Alpha Lucien slammed his spoon on the table. The sound alone caused everyone to stop eating."Eva, apologize to Camille," he demanded sternly.Eva scoffed, crossing her arms defiantly. "Why should I? The food is horrible, and it is my opinion.""Eva!" Alpha Lucien's voice thundered, surprising everyone in the room, including Eva.She shrunk, seemingly taken aback that her father would shout at her so loudly."You know what, I have lost my appetite. Enjoy the regurgitated vomit," she declared, pushing her chair back harshly before storming out of the dining room.Alpha Lucien sighed, looking at me with a mix of frustration and disappointment. "I apologize for her behaviour, Camille. She is not usually like this."I should go check on Eva," Hector volunteered, rising from his seat.Alpha Lucien nodded appreciatively, and Hector left the room, leaving me alone with my new parents.My stepmother was the first to break the silence. "Lucien, I think you should be kinder to Eva. Lashing at her just to appease...Camille isn't right. You have to understand that she's going through a difficult phase after all the revelations," she said with a measured tone. Then, she turned her gaze to me. "It would be the best for the family if the two did not harbour hatred for one another. It is the last thing the Dumont family needs.""Don't you think, Camille?" Adele, my stepmother, directed her question toward me.I could feel anger bubbling beneath the surface, a response to her deliberate provocation. I was going through a difficult phase too but I wasn't making it anybody's problem. However, I managed a nod, pretending like I could acknowledge the truth in Adele's words. "I'll go check on Eva, make sure there's no further conflict," I said, my voice steady.Adele smiled, but I could tell it was plastic. "That is sweet of you, Camille."I stood, feeling the weight of my decision. I was starting to miss home. The Gallagher home. At least I was loved. At least I was treated like a person and not an object. Despite my adoptive father pushing me away, I had called them since I arrived in the Dumont family home. They never once picked. Even when I used the cell phones of the servants in the house. It was like they knew it was me and they didn't want that stain close. That was what I felt like. I felt dirt. The stairs creaked beneath me as I ascended, heading toward the turmoil that awaited. However, I was being the bigger person. Eva would probably use this chance to gloat. This was the first or the second or the third time she had done it.In fact, the closer I got to her bedroom, the more I steeled myself for what was to come. But when I reached Eva's bedroom, I was met with a sight that stole the air from my lungs.Hector Mernard, my mate, was kissing Eva.The fact that they were french kissing made it worse.The shock held me frozen when I was supposed to confront them about it.When the kiss broke, Eva seemed to snap back to reality. "Hector, we shouldn't be doing this. You have a mate."With a conflicted expression, Hector replied, "I may be physically attracted to Camille, but you will always have my heart. If it wasn't for that forsaken mate bond, you know it is you I want."The words cut through me like a knife, and bile rose in my throat. Without a word, I turned and fled for my bedroom, not caring if they saw or heard me.Once inside, I rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach emptied in a painful purge.I was such a fool. Hector was the only one I thought I had in this house. He was the only person who made it bearable all these months.I looked at the ring he had given me just a month back. I had foolishly believed what we had was special that I didn't even question how fast things were going. But I had been wrong.He was in love with Eva and what I saw didn't look like it just started. Hector might have always loved her.CAMILLE'S POVI still didn't understand why after what I had seen. I walked back to the dining room like nothing had happened. My eyes were probably still red and I could still taste vomit on my tongue. But it wasn't like they were going to notice. I was a ghost in this house. "Eva and I have sorted things out," I told my stepmother. Adele nodded, seemingly satisfied with the response.I looked at my food and contemplated whether I should keep on eating. I still felt sick to the stomach. What boiled my blood even more was the fact that neither Eva nor Hector was back. I wondered if they were still inside each other's mouths. The goddess knows they must have done much more than that. Hector rejoined us soon after. He was happy. His smile was the kind of smile that showed all thirty-two of your teeth. It made my stomach twist and turn again. So I reached for a glass of water and gulped it down."Eva is settled now," He made it known.I held on to the glass in my mouth so tight that I
EVA'S POVMy life had once been an oyster. Who didn't know Eva Dumont, the only daughter of Alpha Lucian Dumont? I had it all. Power. Beauty and grace. All of it just had to be tarnished by the existence of some girl named Camille. Apparently, I was an usurper who was switched with the original and I was just supposed to be content with the fact that despite being a false child, the Dumont family still wanted to keep me. I knew how these sorts of things went, as soon as Camille had gotten the chance to assimilate, I would slowly be scrubbed out of the picture and I wouldn't stand and watch as some wretched stepsister took the life I had curated for myself. In the quiet confines of our room, the scent of Hector lingered, mingling with the stale air that clung to the sheets. His irritation over the dead pheasants wafted through the room like a storm, and I couldn't escape the brewing tempest.My life, once a pristine tapestry of privilege and adoration, now felt tarnished by the presen
DIMITRI'S POVThe leather of the car seat cooled the warmth radiating from my body. Neal, my Beta, sat across from me, wearing his customary frown."What is it now Neal? You look horrible without your smile." "We should notify the Lily of the Valley pack about our visit," Neal insisted, his voice edged with caution.I chuckled, the resonance carrying a tinge of mischief. "You've always been opposed to these visits, Neal. You fear the perception it might create among the werewolves. So does it not make sense that a feared man like me damns the rules and just shows up? Adds a little bit of spice to the story and throws off whatever other werewolves already suspect."Neal nodded, acknowledging my point. "That is true, but this is the last pack on our list. What if the healer you seek isn't here?""Have faith in Lycaon," I replied with assurance as the car pulled to a halt. "We are there, Your Majesty." The driver announced our arrival at the Lily of the Valley pack.I looked outside an
EVA'S POV"Did you see that?" I demanded Hector answer as he dragged me out of the council room. He didn't and no matter how hard I tried to pull away from his hold, he wouldn't let me go. "unhand me, you brute."When we were out of sight, Hector finally let my hand go and faced me. "Are you crazy?" He asked me. Without waiting for a response, he continued. "You are about to explode in that council room and for what!?""My father protected her!" I retorted."Alpha Lucian did not do such a thing."Hector was a fanboy of the Alpha so of course he was going to protect the man. I didn't expect any less from him. He was used to kissing the feet of those stronger than him. That weakness probably stemmed from his daddy issues. "He didn't?" My scoff came naturally. "...remember that vile as she is, my daughter is the granddaughter of Abigail De'crescent and could be a major asset to this pack. Did that not sound like protection to you?""No. Alpha Lucian sounded like someone who was looking
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 POV I took a deep breath as the massive ornate doors of the Lycaon Church slowly creaked open. My heart was pounding like crazy - this was such a huge moment. As the doors parted, a sliver of light spilled in, and I stepped forward, the delicate lace veil over my head obscuring my vision and hiding the intense emotions I felt from the hundreds of eyes watching me enter. The air inside was cool and thick with the sweet smell of incense. I could hear the rustle of fancy silk dresses and reverent whispers as everyone turned to watch me walk down the aisle. Soft, beautiful piano music began playing, a serene piece I had chosen myself to start off this grand ceremony. As I made my way up the gold carpet that seemed to glow like a path of light before me, the veil cast everything in a sort of ethereal, dreamy haze. I could feel the intricate embroidery on my exquisite gown as my fingers brushed against the fabric - it was an actual work of art, adorned with symbols of our histo
CAMILLE'S POV"No..." Eva shuddered when the weight of her sentence finally settled in. "No..."She ran towards my feet and knelt, her eyes wide with desperation. "I know what you want, Camille," she pleaded, her voice cracking. "You want me to beg for all the horrible things I've done. And I understand now, I do. I'm sorry for being so cruel. But two wrongs don't make it right. This is inhumane! A collar is a for a dog.""A troubled dog." I corrected as I knelt down to meet her gaze."I'm only being a good sister, Eva," I said softly. "You were raised wrong by your mother, Adele. Despite everything, I didn't think you deserved to suffer for something your mother and my grandmother had a hand in creating. So this is your chance at a new beginning, Eva. Be good."Eva's face twisted in disgust. I watched her muster the courage to do it. At first, fearing that the collar would catch on to her nefarious intentions if she tried to spit on my face. The second the collar caught a whiff of he
EVA'S POV (THREE DAYS AFTER THE EVENTS OF RAVENFORD)Three days of pure torture had passed. There was no clean drinking water, bath, or even a basin to wash my face or hair. The guards were rough whenever they could be, and I had only been given a decent meal once. So, panic seized me when I heard keys rattling in the lock of my cell, and the door creaked open.I looked up and saw three guards approaching. With each step they took, I shrunk back further."You can't kill me. I haven't been tried yet. I'm innocent."One of the guards stepped forward and slapped me hard across the face. I dropped to the floor, shuddering from the impact."You whiny bitch! You kill one of our own and try to harm our prince, and you have the audacity to call yourself innocent. You have no idea how much every one of us is fighting not to take your life and be done with it." Through gritted teeth, I managed to speak, "I am Eva Dumont, future Luna of the Lily of the Valley pack, and a cursed beast like you
DIMITRI'S POVI turned away from the Deltas, my mind already buzzing with plans. Their eyes followed me, filled with a mix of worry and resolve. They knew what we were up against and grasped the dangers. This was no time to hesitate."Follow me," I commanded, heading toward my chambers. The guards moved with me, their steps precise and silent, a result of years of training. The atmosphere was thick with the seriousness of our mission.Once inside my bedroom, I went straight to the dressing table and grabbed my phone. I dialed quickly, the familiar number bringing a brief sense of comfort in the chaos. Ginger answered almost at once."Ginger, it's me again. Back to business. I have three men with me, so the spell needs to be done twice."There was a short pause before Ginger's calm, reassuring voice came through. "No problem, Dimitri. I can manage that."I set the phone down on a dresser and turned to the first sentinel guard. "Step into the rune. Ginger, start the spell."The guard an
CAMILLE'S POV The necrotic green glow exploded out of me, shattering the windows and shaking the very core of the building. The door I had transmuted into a wall disintegrated completely. The light consumed everything, and when it finally died, my eyes struggled to adjust to the debris and the afterimage of that sickly glow. My breath came in short gasps, and I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the scene before me. Amid the wreckage, I saw Abigail not far from where I stood. She lay on the floor, her eyes wide and filled with shock. A tremor ran through me as I wondered if the spell had worked. Had I failed? Abigail’s movements drew my attention. She stared at her hands, her expression one of bewilderment. Then, her gaze shifted to the ceiling. The rune I had drawn to seal her magic was now fractured, broken by the cracks that laced the ceiling. Fucking hell! She rose to her feet, power radiating from her as she turned to face me. “I gave you the opportunity to touch a r
CAMILLE'S POV The space around me seemed to thrum with the weight of Asmodeus's words. "The rune is known as the Sigil of Perdition," he said, his voice low and measured. "It is an ancient power, capable of manipulating the fabric of reality in ways that no ordinary spell can." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I emboldened myself to ask the question that mattered the most. "But, will it work?" Asmodeus's gaze met mine. It looked like he was almost disappointed that I would ask. "Well, I hope so," he replied. "What I am gambling on is your raw strength, Camille. You are much stronger than Abigail. I felt it when you awakened. The demon blood that runs through your veins is not recessive like it was with Bo." I frowned, not fully understanding. "What do you mean by that?" Before he could answer, a bright light assaulted my eyes, turning my vision completely white. Panic tugged through me as I tried to blink away the blinding light. My senses felt dulled, as if I were suspen
DIMITRI'S POVI awoke with a start, finding myself on the cold, hard floor. The chill sent shivers through my body. Blinking rapidly, I struggled to shake off the haze of unconsciousness. As my vision cleared, I noticed intricate rune drawings on the floor beside me, softly glowing in the dim light. My heart sank as I recognized the teleportation sigil. Beside it lay Neal, motionless, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths.That could only mean one thing. Camille had knocked him out cold, too, and gone to Abigail alone.An admission that heavy made my skin crawl.“No, no, no,” I muttered, my body starting to tremble. “Camille, what have you done?” I approached the rune, my steps heavy and reluctant, each one echoing my growing dread.Without wasting time, I turned and opened the door, my mind racing. I needed help, and I needed it fast. I hurried down the hallway, my thoughts a chaotic swirl of worry and rage. I was angry at Neal, and more importantly, I was angry at myself.
CAMILLE'S POVI tried to keep my eyes open, but I was unable to, and my whole world turned dark.When I blinked my eyes open, I found myself in a blank white space. I turned around, seeing no exit and no door. I looked down at my body and noticed it phasing in and out, looking whole one second and translucent the other second. I whispered, "Where am I?"A voice whispered from behind me, "You've lasted longer than I expected."I turned to face the voice and saw a handsome, pale-skinned man, shirtless, with what looked like liquid darkness covering his body from his hips downward. He had horns that curled back from his forehead.I recognized him from the memory of Abigail. He was the demon Abigail mentioned was her mate. "Asmodeus," I whispered."In the flesh," he retorted.I took a step back, uncomfortable and unsure of what this meant. Was I in hell? What had I done to deserve hell?"Why am I here? Why are you here?"Asmodeus replied, "You are here because you are tethering between l
CAMILLE'S POVHearing her sound so callous of people's lives reminded me of someone. It reminded me of Eva. In fact, they were more alike than I would love to admit. Vindictive. Myopic and downright cruel.I forced myself to stand. It was hard, but I could manage. My body had started to heal itself. "The Galdinas suffered for a sin they had no idea of. They had no idea what they did to deserve such a fate, but they still suffered because you were spiteful of your father? Do you know what that did to me and my son?" I demanded, my voice rising with every word. "Do you know what that did to my mate?"It was clear that Abigail didn't give two shits about my pain. As long as the Galdinas were involved, she seemed perfectly capable of blocking out her empathy if any still even remained. But seeing no remorse on Abigail's face set my blood on fire. I charged at her and swung with all my might, knowing damn well this was a fight I couldn't win but not caring regardless. She easily dodged