Monica's POV"How did you know we were fighting?" I grimaced, asking Fredrick in almost a whisper."I heard the crashing sound." "Oh!" I flexed my back muscle, rolling my shoulder backward to savor the last of Reina's healing juices repairing the damage Ludovic had done to me. "That was dumb of me to have asked. Should have known we have people in the castle with us.""Yeah. Dumb question to ask." Fredrick pointed, making it sound more like an accusation than the statement it was meant to be.I understood the message."I'm sorry, Fredrick," I gulped, wearing a sorry face. " I was only trying to help. I_ I..." I was lost for words."I know you love him, Monica." Fredrick turned his full body to face me, reprimanding me. I was victimized like e a middle age school kid in detention. "I love him too. He's my son. My son." He reiterated the last two words with a higher authoritative tone, letting them sink into my head."I'm sorry. I was only trying to help." My tore my gaze away from him
Monica's POV"When did all this happen?" I questioned, taking long strides to the sitting room. I peeped through the window, parting the drapes slightly to observe the crowd. They hoisted placards above their heads, blaring their hurt and anger. On one was boldly written in red ink: TRUCE BREAKER. On another was imprinted: IS IT A CRIME TO BE BORN NORMAL? And just below the second placard, I saw a dark lady with a white cardboard with the message, 'FIND MY RHODA' on it. That must be her mother. My chest tightened at the thought of Rhoda laying in Ludovic's room, unconscious. This was what Fredrick tried to avoid, and I had been foolish to stir the broth my own way.The broth had spilled, and burned my skin in the process. From the way I see it, I had done more damage than the good I intended. Fredrick was right, and I had been wrong all the while."About ten minutes ago." Klien caught up with me behind the parted drapes. "Where's My Lord and his father? I've searched the entire castl
Iris POVI yawned awake in my room, kissing the golden rays of the rising sun. I never had the intention of rising up early, so I Iay in bed, smiling into the false ceiling above me, appreciating the gift of life Gustav gave to me. He wasn't a jerk after all. Seeing him in the loop was way out of the world. He was the last person I ever thought would come for me. Miracles do happen, I suppose.He had confessed to loving me with all his heart, and he promised to repair the damage in our relationship, if I gave him the chance. It's been a month since my return from the Loop, and Gustav had been exceptionally sweet towards me.Breakfast in bed, a tour around the pack in his convertible, him volunteering to wash my hair in the bath, and the unforgettable moments of steamy sex that blew both of our minds off the roof. Sometimes, we did it in his car at a secluded place, or in the heart of the woods. I always begged him to wait till we returned to the mansion, but an Alpha would always be
Iris' POVI sat up on the bed in a haste, hugging my legs close to my chest in fear. The distant expression on his face sent shivers down the curve of my spine. Silently in my heart, I prayed for mercy form the heavens, because if I blurted out anything from the vision I had, he would have heard it. He shifted closer, lifting his hands to my face. I shielded my face with one hand, curling myself up against the head board. "Please, don't hurt me. Please." I cried."Hurt you? I wouldn't do that." A quizzical frown creased his features. "Are you okay?"He wasn't mad? Or was he acting up? I don't know what to think, but I didn't let my guard down."I_ I thought you were mad at me." I dropped my hand, circling it around my curled up legs."Why would I be?" His tone was gentle. And loving. "We planned on going to the gym to train today, remember?" He removed the face towel around his neck, wiping away the sweat lining my forehead."We did?" I uncurled my legs, adjusting to the relief that
Iris' POVI scrubbed my teeth with a scowl darkening my features, purging them of their foul smell. Gustav had kissed me with the stench oozing out of my mouth, and he had wronged me for hiding it from me.He was the perfect man with the perfect body, and the perfect hair. Although, he had not revealed when he'd pronounce me as his Luna of the pack, i never wanted to be caught unfresh. A perfect Alpha needed a perfect Luna- not a Luna with a shitty breath!I spat out the foam into the sink and flushed it down the drain with the turn of the faucet. I looked into the mirror above the vanity, angry at myself. He had said he loved me nonetheless, but I hate me for looking less of myself before him."You haven't heard enough from me, after I'm done here, I'm coming out to whip your funky ass with my hands." I spoke into the mirror above the vanity, frowning at my reflection.Is this love in action, or was he hiding the truth from me not to upset me? I couldn't tell which answer was more li
Iris' POV"What have I done?" I asked myself, staring into the empty space Gustav left behind.Getting to know the new Gustav had been a blessing for me. He had proven to be worthy of me in measures I least expected. But now, my stupidly had gotten in the way. I shouldn't have asked him anything about the war. Being on the losing side, memories of the war would knife throuhh him, and cause him sleepless nights. I thought I had the right to ask him anything including that, but I was a fool. Our worlds are still very much apart with little to celebrate together."You should have kept your shitty mouth shut." I scolded myself, climbing out of the bathtub. "It's none of your business. Keep to your lane, and focus on your own problems next time."I untied the towel around my hair, allowing the red strands fall freely around my shoulders. They were a bit tousled, needing the fine work of a comb. But something else is in worse shape, and I needed to take care of it before the iron got cold.
Iris POVHe led me to the edge of the bed and sat me beside him. His expression was bleak, somewhat rid of emotions. He took a deep breath through his mouth, and sat his crossed fingers between his laps. His legs trembled, as his muscles tensed. I had never seen him this vulnerable.I placed a hand on his shoulder, revealing my presence to the darkness clogging in his heart. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to. I don't want to see you hurt remembering what you went through because of what happened."It was the first time I saw sorrow and fear laced over him like a second skin. This was an issue that was almost beyond his control. If he would let me, I'd stand by him as I promised. Other than the troubling visions I was having of Ludovic, I was cute with Gustav.I have to do something about the visions before Gustav found it out himself. I made up my mind to see Drogo as soon as possible. He was an intelligent man. He would have an explanation for what was messing with
Monica's POV."One glass of Martini for me, and one bottle of soda for the young lady with me." I placed an order, plopping my tired weight into the padded barstool behind the counter. Rhoda did the same, dropping her bag over the counter, wiping the sweat on her oily face with a handkerchief she got from my wardrobe. Tonight, she would shift- or die. Whatever the case may be, I needed to prepare both her and myself.What relief would it be to lay my hands on heavy chains and padlocks. Fuck! I should have left her behind.The emerald-eyed bartender flashed me a flirtatious smile, before turning to the shelf to fix our order. He was cute, no doubt- muscular, tall, golden hair, and all the sexual appeals in a man that turns the head of a girl to look again.But my heart belonged to another, and I was not in the mood to get laid so cheaply.I took a quick glance around the palor, scouting the faces of the few number of men and women clustered around tables. No face looked familiar to me,
Monica's POVI never knew I could be this tense. My heart raced a marathon, standing beside Gustav, hands locked. We met the rest of the people outside as well. They'd been waiting for us to come out. Drogo had thrown us pieces of clothings the moment he saw us running out of the bunker. We'd brought with us few changes of garment as a contingency; only that we never foresaw the night wearing long and tragic as this. By now, the moon had reclined behind the clouds, bowing out of the podium for the sun to take its cue. The air was surprisingly chilly around me, and I welcomed the first day of the sun perching on my face in a canvass of yellow and orange. Gustav had ordered everyone to move three miles away from the area. Owing to the final battle between Iris and Laura, it was only expected of us that the bunker would collapse. It had taken on many hits already to keep it standing.Klein rushed forward to ask us about Ludovic and Iris. I was too sorry to tell him they couldn't make
Iris' POVIt felt like a very bad dream. My world shattered to tiny bits under me, caving beneath my feet. I couldn't breath, I couldn't talk; I just felt lost. Everything was happening so quickly that I forgot to breath in the bad air surrounding me. Ludovic turned to his side, resting his elbow on his hands. He cast his face the other way, spitting black blood on the dusty tile. His lengthy black hair fell over his head, covering his face from me. Placing one hand on the ground, he pushed himself to a kneeling position, backing me and groaning gravely. I saw the dagger hanging below his shoulder blade. He backed me. He didn't want me seeing him weak in the face of death. Monica and Gustav stood few inches away from us. Silently taking in the latest tragedy straddled between life and the afterlife. I heard Monica sniffle. Gustav held her close muttering few words of courage to her."I warned you all not to play hero, but you wouldn't listen. If you'd taken my offer, all this blood
Gustav's POV"Nooo!" Crude anger shot up my bones, setting me aflame. My wolf and I merged in an instance, lunging at Laura. She was too wrapped up in her warped cruel laughter that she didn't see me coming. I sank my teeth into her shoulder joint, pushing her away from Zelta. I left her in the care of Monica and Ludovic, while I took my pound of flesh from the psycho. I've always wanted to do this. Taking the back seat, I surrendered fully to my beast. Her time of retribution is now. Perhaps, she hadn't extended her tentacles to Monica, but the rest of us have suffered because of her. She'd taken too much from us. She poisoned Ludovic's mother's wine and killed Iris parents in cold blood. As if that was not enough, she made my mother's death the icing on the cake. For the sake of us, I'll gladly rip her limb from limb, and sever her head from her body."Zelta, Zelta!" Iris scooped her up, removing the dagger from her back. "You can't die now. Please, stay with us. We can't do this
Gustav's POV"We have to destroy that staff." Iris announced, rising into the air to meet Laura. "Are you sure about that?" Ludovic asked. "One hundred percent. It's her life force." She pointed at the top of the staff in Laura's hand. "I'll try my best to destroy the staff. She dies, and we get to live. The bonus part is that she takes her undying army with her to wherever they came from.""What if you're wrong about that?" Ludovic had his doubts. Destroying the staff won't come that easy. Scenarios like this always ended up in tears. There was a catch to it. I could sniff it. "It's too dangerous. Please, don't try anything stupid.""You're right. I may be wrong. But I'm certain about one thing. A witch's staff is her life force. Her life is connected to that staff. That's why she never parts with it.""Iris isn't wrong." I didn't know when Zelta regained consciousness. The hit she survived really did a number on her consciousness. She supported herself with her staff, wiping off a
Monica's POVLaura was having a field's day wearing us out. The dead never died, our strength was failing, our number depleting, and the walls are crumbling. Our greatest disadvantage was that Zelta had been knocked out. By the look of things, it would take longer for the old lady to shift out of the supernatural coma. The ball of black fire Laura hauled at her swept her off her feet, snuffing the last air of luck out of us.From a corner of the bloodbath, nursing my bloodied left hind limb, I morphed back to my human form, sprawled to a pillar, stained with blood. We're all going to die, that's for sure. Claws snapped at each other, and the squeals of men carried through the chipping walls, as more men lost their lives to Laura's madness.Ludovic and Gustav were no use to us than they are to themselves. The litres of silver swimming in Ludovic's bloodstream had left him hanging on the precipice of life. In he middle of the chaos and a bruised eye, Drogo was doing one hell of a job p
Iris' POV"Stay with me, Ms Iris," Klein wheezed, breezing past the blood and claws, out of the bunker. "Don't die on me, please. Hold on a little bit longer." I attempted speaking to assure him of my existence, but the words were too heavy for my dead cords to form. The poison had completed its cycle. Every blood vessel under my skin had turned purple. I was losing control of my limbs. To the humans, paralysis was the proper term to describe my present condition.I'd lost contact with my wolf. Her howls had reduced to a tiny purr. She shrunk herself to a corner, afraid for her and myself. The pinna of her ears had dropped to the ground, her tongue a deep shade of tundra purple. She dragged her weight about, fighting to stay alive for the both of us. Her healing virtue had gone below the threshold, hitting rock bottom. Throughout the period the devil's trumpet was introduced into my system, she'd pumped all of her juice into my body to keep me alive, hoping cavalry would come. Cava
Ludovic's POV"The bunker is going to implode on us!" I grumbled loudly, facing Iris with fear etched across my face. She met my gaze with an equal amount of fear, if not greater. "What are we going to do?!" I sheathed the tremor in my voice for the sake of my mate. As the male, I had to be stronger for her. I had to be tough for the both of us."We're all going to die, but it'll hurt me to die without telling you this." She looks at me with a calm smile. Tendrils of fear hung behind the false mask, but I paid it no heed. Her bold stance in the face of death was applaudable. She cleared her throat and continued, as Laura's chants faded in the background. "My life was hopeless before you stepped into it. Pain and suffering were my constant companion until you came by and kissed them all away. I know that when I open my eyes on the other side of the divide, you'll be right there by my side, never to part again. Thank you for making the last three weeks of my life the most memorable." Sh
Iris' POVThe slurp of the blade tearing into the organs beneath Gustav's rib cage mingled with his muffled grit of his clamped teeth. Laura was on a higher pedestal of evil. Needless to say, she was evil personified. "Stop hurting him!" Monica barked through tears, jerking violently under the straps. Her sweaty naked body faultered as Laura turned the metal blade, causing gruesome damage. Blood tricked out of the corner of Gustav's mouth. All through the torture, not a whimper fell out of his mouth. He tamped agony with resilience. I'll give that to him.Hot tears washed down Monica's face. Watching your mate being tortured before you was another level of torture. I could only imagine the tremor her wolf would be going through. Raw emotions whirled out of her, hitting me like a gust of hot wind on the hottest noon of Texas summer."Please." Monica sobbed, choosing to gravel instead. Perhaps, if Laura had a sliver of humanity in her, she'd stop her ministrations on her mate."Have yo
Monica's POVIris led a series of dry laboured cough. I didn't need a witch to tell me what the smug on her face meant. Ludovic on the other hand lay limp on the bed. The tiny drops of liquid silver flowing into his veins had his mouth set into a thin line. His face was pale. The green venation of his veins stood out conspicuously under his white skin. Iris was just as bad. Maybe worse. Her lips were chapped, the flesh peeling off. Her cheekshd become hollow, revealing the peak of her cheekbones. Her tangled her was splayed under her head in tired waves. Where the hell did she get the strength to snigger at us? Rage burned my face, as I scowled at her."Is this funny to you?" I blurted. "Keep laughing at your own death for all I care."She coughed before responding. "It's my death, I'm not complaining. I welcome it with open hands. Beside, I would die knowing my own people didn't turn against me." Her voice was almost inaudible, but there was no denying the melee retort in it.Her w