ANNE'S POVWhen I was standing in front of Carson's room, I knocked gingerly on the door, anticipating his reply but I didn't hear anything after a while so I pulled the door open and went in.The room was pitch black and I could not make out Carson's figure.I stumbled around in the dark until I finally found the light switch, then I switched it on.Carson was seated on the edge of the bed unmoving.I was sure he had heard me come inside since I was quite loud when I was searching for the light switch."Carson?" I called out uncertainly and he glanced up at me then looked away.I drew nearer to him and sat next to him on the bed."Is something wrong?" I asked as I peered at his face but he kept avoiding my gaze."Talk to me." I said, he was starting to get me worried with how he was behaving.Carson didn't reply but he lifted his head to look at me and I could see his eyes were red.But I wasn't sure of it was due to anger or if he was holding back tears.It didn't seem possible that
ANNE'S POVCarson slowly buttoned his shirt and once he was done, he sat again on the bed facing me."Do you think Zeus will really contact you to save his son. He seems to be a cold hearted person." I said worriedly as my gaze turned serious.Carson pulled the pillows on the far end of the bed over and propped them nicely on the bed frame before laying his head down on it.He patted the empty space next to him, gesturing for me to come closer.I got up from where I was seated and walked over to the other side of the bed and then crawled over to him.Then, I laid down settling my head comfortably on his outstretched arms.He turned on his side to face me before replying, "Well I'm not sure but I believe he will. Arnold kept bragging about Zeus waging war on us to save him so I think he will.""Arnold? Is that the Alphas name?" I tilted my face up to ask Carson and he nodded in reply."Are any of our warriors dead? " I asked again and he nodded in denial."I like it when you say our."
CARSON'S POVI woke up and leaned against the bed, the morning sun was very bright and it lightened every part of the huge room.The smell of beautiful flowers and fruit trees drifted in through the window that overlooked the courtyard.Glancing to my side at Anne, I smiled gently at the weird way she had positioned herself while asleep.Her face looked extremely peaceful and she seemed to be dreaming of something pleasant as she smiled In her sleep.It was the weekend today and she didn't have to go in for work so I decided to just let her sleep in.I leaned over and gave her a light peck in her cheeks.She gave an inaudible sound as she turned on her side but didn't wake up.Chuckling, I got up to my feet and headed to the bathroom.I switched the water controller from cold to warm and then peeled off the clothes on my body.After, I turned on the shower and the warm water cascaded down my head to my back.When I was done bathing, I wrapped a towel around my waist and grabbed a smal
CARSON'S POVI walked back into the dark and gloomy walls of the dungeons after going out to see Nic.The reason she had asked to see me earlier sparked a tinge of curiosity in me, but it turned out that the reason was that she wanted to come down to the dungeons.According to her, she wanted to see what Arnold looked like, but I could not give in to her curious request.The dungeons were no place for a lady like her, and I also did not want her to see how cruel I could be towards other wolves who had wronged me.I felt a slight tremble in my spirit soul then the clear, calm voice of my wolf followed soon after."Don't you think we should listen to Cameron's words? After all, Zeus is the one who actually killed your parents." Never!That was impossible."His father killed my parents. Why should he get to go scot-free after we have already taken him captive? He should also feel a little bit of the pain my siblings and I have had to go through over the years." I growled back in reply,
Cameron’s POV:In the cold, damp dungeon, my brother Carson unleashed a relentless fury upon Arnold, the son of the man who had taken our father away from us. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as I stormed in, my wolfish instincts urging me to intervene."Enough, Carson!" I roared, my voice echoing off the stone walls. I forcefully pulled him away from our prisoner, my eyes locking onto Arnold's defiant gaze."He deserves worse for what his father did to ours!" Carson retorted, his anger unyielding.I squared off with my impulsive brother, arguing for reason amid the turmoil. "We need him for leverage, not a corpse. He's valuable alive," I urged, aware that emotions threatened to cloud our judgment.Carson's rage burned bright, his conviction unwavering. "Valuable? He's a reminder of what they took from us!"Arnold seeing us argue seized the opportunity to taunt us, he flashed his bruised lips at us in a smirk and shook his head slowly. "Seems like the mighty Alpha brothers can
Cadel's POV:As I released Arnold, the metallic clinks of the chains echoed in the dungeon. The weight of the decision settled on my shoulders. Arnold stood there, no longer restrained, his gaze unwavering. The atmosphere in the dungeon shifted, and a quiet anticipation settled in."Arnold," I began, my voice carrying a mix of determination and uncertainty, "you're free to eat, walk, and do whatever you want around the premises. But make no mistake, any attempt to escape would cost you your life."Arnold, though no longer bound, remained defiant. "Still threatening my life, I see."“Are you insane?” Cameroon asked, stepping forward. “You should be grateful that my brother has the decency to treat you with respect and set you free.”Arnold scoffed. “Sure, thank you. I guess I better spend my last day enjoying my freedom, for my death awaits me tomorrow. But know this, your cycle of vengeance won't end with my death."Cameroon shot me a thoughtful look, his eyes hinting at agreement wit
Anna's POV:I could feel my heart racing in sync with the intense scenes unfolding on the TV, sharing the gripping Detective Jimson drama with Natasha. Suddenly, a knock on the front door shattered my concentration. Neither of us budged to respond, our reluctance palpable. My gaze stayed fixed on the TV, and then the knock echoed again, more forceful and persistent. Cursing at the unwelcome interruption, I groaned, pondering who could disturb us at such a late hour. The boys wouldn't bother with a knock.With an hesitant sigh, I rose to open the door, finding a man flanked by two guards. "Apologies for the intrusion, ma'am. Alphas Cadel and Cameroon requested us to deliver the prisoner to their sister," one guard explained."I'm Arnold," the man in the middle of the guards introduced himself with an uneasy smile.Though familiar with Arnold's name, I questioned his presence here instead of the dungeon. Trusting Cadel and Cameroon's judgment, I anticipated learning the reason behind th
Cameroon’s POV:The moon's gentle radiance guided us, casting a silvery hue. The scent of damp earth surrounded us as we neared the dungeon, creating a musty aroma. Gravel crunched beneath our steps. In the distance, wolf howls echoed through the night.Turning left, the dungeon emerged, its iron doors sealed, guarded by four gatekeepers. Dim lanterns flickered, casting an eerie glow on the entrance and corridor leading to the cells. The air grew heavier, laden with foreboding. As we arrived, the gatekeepers saluted, fists to chests, and firm stomps echoed. Their eyes glinted in the lantern light.Nicole waited at the threshold, eyes reflecting curiosity and concern. In the muted light, her features softened, yet the tension in her stance hinted at seriousness."Cameroon, Cadel," she began, gaze shifting, "why did Arnold end up at the house instead of the dungeon? What's going on?""Relax, there's a purpose," I replied. "Arnold's not the enemy; we've decided to treat him better. We're