Chapter 30Twenty Years LaterSansa's POVMy curiosity was piqued when I came upon an old photograph of myself in my father's embrace, taken when I was just a year old and clothed in a red frock. Xavier had obtained this priceless recollection in some way.I wondered if he'd ever met my father if he knew the truth about my identity, and how long he'd known about me. His statements that I belonged to him sparked a tremendous mental war, drowning me in doubts and doubt.But Xavier never provided the answers I was looking for. When I tried to confront him about reality, he wrapped himself in secrecy. Why was he so hesitant to reveal the secret? What was he trying to keep from me?I couldn't rely on Xavier any longer; I had to find out the truth for myself. I desired to comprehend the rule that tied us, the importance of my presence in his life, and to satisfy the voracious curiosity that kept me awake at night.1 Hour ago.It had been an hour since Xavier had left me in the massive mansio
Chapter 31 As the dinner talk progressed, my gaze was drawn to Ray Austin, a seemingly older man among the younger pack members. His tone was restrained, and his look, with his nerdy glasses and handlebar beard, gave off an aura of mystery. Something felt odd about him, and his piercing gaze made me uneasy even when he wasn't gazing directly at me. Ray's intriguing nature seemed to meet the description of the ideal villain.Ray Austin, who appeared to be in his 40s when the majority of them appeared to be in their 20s and 30s.Amara's remark about the misplaced ring jolted me back to the present."She lost her ring?" Amara's words took me back in time."A wedding ring?" Ruth was curious. Everyone's interest was sparked when I mentioned my wedding band."Yes, it could be somewhere in my room," I said."I'm curious how Xavier proposed to you," Jerry joked, and I couldn't help but wonder how much they were aware of our unusual arrangement."It was a surprise wedding for us; Xavier didn'
Chapter 32 Like my grip on the bedsheet, I was losing hope of escaping. My mouth was shut as I swung while losing my balance, hiding the storm within me.For most of my life, I had faced many situations like that; hanging by a thread was nothing new to me, but the tension between my mission's success and failure was.My life was a roller coaster ride. I knew I didn't deserve happiness, and I had no hope of ever finding it because I was constantly losing.I fixed my gaze on him. I was about to land on Ray, who was standing outside the mansion, directly beneath me, deep in thought. wiping his hands with a handkerchief to remove the blood. After removing the blood from his hands, he reinserted the handkerchief into his pocket.I couldn't look down at him with my neck stretched for long because I was losing my balance at the same time. I held my breath and closed my eyes because I had no other choice and knew that if I fell on him, he would alert them all about my escape, effectively blo
Chapter 33 My heart was torn between compassion for the injured girl and the desperate impulse to flee. My mind was a minefield of opposing emotions, torn between the want to assist her and the fear of being discovered.The girl's wounded gaze locked with me, imploring for help. My conscience nudges me, reminding me of the sympathy I'd always had for those in need. I knew leaving her behind would haunt me for the rest of my life, but staying meant jeopardizing my freedom and unearthing the truth that had escaped me.I took a cautious step nearer, drawn to her frantic expression. The drops of blood left a bleak trail behind her, signifying the suffering she had undergone. Each drop echoed in the silence of the wilderness, a terrifying reminder of the decisions I had to make.My heart was racing as I fought my inner demons. I wanted to reach out to her and help her, but I couldn't afford to lose myself in the depths of her anguish. I had to find my way back to the world where I truly be
Chapter 34 Sansa's PovAs I faced Bella, the person who had been following me, I took a long breath to stabilize myself, my heart still beating in my chest. The tension between us was apparent, and I could sense her skepticism and curiosity as she examined the scratch on my wrist. I attempted to keep it covered, concealing the mark left by the injured girl's grip on my hand."Bella," I whispered as I lowered the revolver and carefully reinserted it into my pocket.Her eyes remained on the pistol, and I could tell she was fascinated by it. "Where you got that?" she was intrigued by the pistol."It's a present." I avoided making eye contact with her because I was a terrible liar."What exactly are you doing here?" She inquired."Do you live in this house?" I inquired."What is your reason for visiting this location?" she was adamant.She didn't stop, her gaze fixed on mine, and she enquired about my presence. I paused for a time before responding honestly, "I found a mountain girl in t
Chapter 35 "Hey! Return here, you bi***." A vicious 40-year-old man with a terrible little eye chased me down the street as I was 14 years old.My pulse hammered in my chest as I dashed through the tiny, bustling streets, anxious to get away from the horrible man who was after me. He yelled obscenities and accusations, attracting the attention of onlookers and making my situation even more difficult."Thief!! Capture her! She's a thief!" The man screamed and alerted others to make his capture easier.Despite my soiled clothing, parched lips, and a frail frame, the man showed no mercy. His attention was totally on the stolen half-piece of bread in my grip. Hunger had pushed me to steal, yet he was more concerned with his stuff than with my terrible hunger."Thief!! Take her down! She's a liar!" The man yelled and alerted others to aid in his capture.I moved through the crowd, pushing people aside to make a path, but the unyielding man refused to let me go. His gaze was fixed on me, in
Chapter 36 As I faced the harsh realities of living on the streets, the ever-changing sky became my haven. I had to continually transfer sites owing to the unsafe neighborhoods I found myself in, whether it was blistering hot or bone-chilling cold.Regardless of where I went, he always seemed to find me. His presence was a constant source of comfort, like a familiar scent in the air that surrounded me. Even though he was concealed from my view, I could sense him nearby, looking over me like a guardian angel.His delicate touch on my hand functioned as a soothing salve during my darkest hours of illness, and the lovely kiss he bestowed on my forehead during early mornings in deep slumber consoled me. His warm hands on my shoulders were a source of strength and loyalty, a priceless blessing in my troubled life.In the cold weather, I used to wake up wrapped in a warm blanket. Fresh, hot breakfast and dinner meals were available right around the corner from where I was staying at the tim
Chapter 37 Sansa's Pov Hina returned her neck to its usual position and approached me with the grace of a fox on the prowl. I caught my breath, recalling the deep scar she had left on my wrist, a terrible memory that I kept hidden from others' prying eyes.I had acquired a habit of being silent and steadfast in the face of violent storms, refusing to be swayed by the anxieties that gnawed at me. Acting strong in whatever scenario, no matter how terrified I was, had always been my fortress."You must have come to meet her," her honey-sweet voice resonated in the air.She encircled me as if exploring the depths of my personality. Though outwardly small, the strength she possessed within herself was unrivaled; she was an enigma.My hand moved slowly toward my jeans pocket, where I kept the revolver. I was about to draw it when she grabbed my wrist and easily stopped my movement as she stood on the bed to face me."There's no need to do that; it might frighten her," she remarked cryptica
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Chapter 105"You will," he said firmly, even though he always wanted me to give up.His constant efforts to break me were wearing me down, leaving me weak despite my best efforts to appear powerful in his company.As the sound of Elodie's approaching footsteps aroused Xavier, I remained in the cell with Vera. She was casting spells that rendered Felix and Marina asleep and concealed their activities from curious eyes."I think we can discuss now in peace," said Elodie, turning to face Xavier on her right, who was slightly to her left."I am right here on your left side," said Xavier to Elodie, when she was too far away to notice his direction. "How are you doing, Hina?" Or should I call you Vera?" mocked Elodie."I'm better than you, at least I don't swallow the innocent's soul," answered Vera defiantly.Soul? The word grabbed my interest, and I noticed Xavier staring at me quietly. Though he tried to hide it, his eyes were filled with despair and anxiety. However, I could see the exp
Chapter 104 The mood in the room was tense and charged with emotion. I stood outside, seeing Xavier in an unusually vulnerable state. His tears streamed freely, and my heart swung back and forth between pity and bitterness.As Elodie feverishly tried to save Levine, her magical chanting filled the air. Despite her efforts, the outcome was bleak. My father's lifeless body flashed before my eyes, and the agony of loss resurfaced, forcing me to relive that terrifying moment.Tears flowed down my cheeks, and I struggled to keep them under control. The sight of Xavier crying elicited contradictory emotions in me. I detested him for everything he had done to me, yet witnessing him suffer stirred my long-buried affection.Elodie's remarks pierced the gloomy air, foreshadowing Levine's waking. "He will wake up soon."When his brother was saved, Xavier remained still, as if stunned by the mental storm. "Well done; now it's your turn to accept your price," he said, a tear coming from his eye.
Chapter 103 Sansa's Pov As Adam approached me warily, I kept saying, "It's not my blood; Bella was attempting to do something stupid."Adam gently grasped my hand and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, his face filled with concern. "You need to take care of yourself first," he chastised quietly as he gently cleaned the blood off my forearm. It was then that I realized I'd harmed myself while battling Bella, but the blood wasn't mine."We all want you to be healthy, you're the most loved member of the pack," he said as he wrapped the handkerchief around my arm.I said, "Thank you for saving my life from a wild creature back in the bush," and I exhibited the treated wound wrapped in his handkerchief, "For that." "We should be thanking you," said Adam with a grin. "You came to our aid just in time. I doubt Xavier is appreciative since he was one second away from death.""What do you mean?" I inquired, perplexed."He was there when wild monsters leaped on him, just an inch away fr
Chapter 102What would happen if the other members of the pack discovered them? When Amara's husband passed away, she became free and could be with Jerry legally. Why then did they keep their relationship a secret? Was it unlawful or against the rules of their pack to form a connection with a pack member? Something seemed off, something strange was happening, and as I began to have several questions at once, I started to leave.I looked over the pack members who were cleaning the mansion, arranging new couches, tables, and chairs, and removing damaged furniture from the inside. Nobody was ever prepared for the destruction, and when killing wild creatures became impossible, we all lost hope in life. I was fortunate to kill a wild creature that wasn't immortal; if it had been, Levine and I would already be dead.Members of the pack were acting normally, but I could tell they were all still traumatized. Their eyes remained alert to spot any approaching wild creature.I came to a halt i
Chapter 101 Sansa's Pov Back to the mansionXavier's actions perplexed and upset me. The simple bowl of banana custard had become a symbol of his mistrust or sadistic pleasure in seeing me suffer. He left me alone with a bang of the door, my tears falling nonstop, suffocating me with grief.Escape from this psychopath's grasp appeared impossible. Every breath I took seemed like a weight, as the walls closed in on me, emotionally and physically strangling me.Though I could have chosen Xavier and extended my life, I opted to accept my fate and confront death. The more he tried to dominate me, the more determined I got to resist, no matter what the repercussions were.Logan, my wonderful lover, was the driving force behind my decision. I had made the ultimate sacrifice to save him, gladly giving up my life for his sake. I could only hope that he would understand and forgive me for carrying such a great load on my heart.Walking was difficult in my ecstasy; each step felt like a massive
Chapter 100Sansa's Pov My gaze switched from the dropped knife to my grandfather's face, his eyes filled with a sickening mix of fury and loathing. He despised both my mother and me, and now that my father was no longer protecting me, I had become his primary target.I pushed back against his hard grip on my collar as he grabbed for the knife that had dropped. As he took a few steps back, dragging me closer by the collar, his goal to harm me became evident.I dug my sharp teeth into his wrist, creating imprints that drew terrible screams from him, summoning all of my strength. My actions seemed to aggravate his rage, and he tried to push me away with force.I gasped for air as soon as he let go of my collar, but my relief was fleeting as he flung me into the wall, causing my head to smash into the surface and sending me sprawling to the ground.He rushed toward me, tears flowing down his cheeks, bent on swinging the knife. As I lay helpless and terrified on the floor, he regarded me
Chapter 99Sansa's Pov Shadows danced on the walls as I sat facing my stern grandfather, anxious to solve the mystery of my parents' remarkable love. The air was tense because I knew how he felt about anything non-human, especially my mother, a werewolf—the very kind he was famed for hunting."Lay me next to your mother when I close my eyes for the rest of my life, and I will rest in peace," my father's ultimate wish to be buried near the woman he loved, my mother, resonated in my thoughts.He recalled their fateful meeting in the bush, where he was hunting to protect the locals from wild animals. He discovered my mother there, injured and in werewolf form. He brought her home and cared for her wounds out of compassion for animals, unknowing of her true nature.When Grandfather Falkor was away, my father nursed her, and to his surprise, she evolved into a human in before of his eyes—a revelation that warmed his heart and spurred an ardent desire to learn more about her.Their bond gr
Chapter 98Sansa's Pov Back in timeAs the rain dropped gently from the twilight sky, each droplet carried the aroma of dust like teardrops, the atmosphere was heavy with sorrow. I was dressed solemnly in a black robe, clutching a half-moon-shaped pendant around my neck—a special present from my father, a keepsake I treasured. It was my habit to touch the pendant whenever I'm feeling down. My mother had given it to him on their wedding day, but fate had passed it on to me after she died shortly after I was born.I stood at my father's grave with my grandfather, Falkor Grant, under a weeping sky. I had hoped for sympathy from him, but his cold stare said it all, making me feel like a weight he refused to carry. The weight of his apathy destroyed my heart, leaving me feeling completely alone and abandoned.He was dressed in a black long coat and holding the umbrella that had previously protected me from the rain—the same umbrella that my father had used to protect me. He remained there