All Chapters of Melancholy: The Inception: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“You give us the scroll, and we’ll give you the Alpha position.” I smirked.“Fake ones are not for an official agreement, I guess.” My leg crossed over my right with my head tilting side. “May I suggest you to offer the real council pendant?” Because the thing presented on the table was a fake one, a perfect replica but a failed duplicate. I remember what the council pendant looks like years ago. When Clayton Agassi himself went to Laxon for an agreement with the same mask, stance, and tone. And because I’m a great nosy lady, of course, I had to lurk around that time. Following them to a room so private. Luckily, I slipped in effortlessly. Because that time, Rocco was already in a good position as a patrol escort. He lets me in through a disguise. The Council pendant is a key itself. The top part was in a shape of a crescent moon. Besides the moon were a tiny sun and star with a small oceanic blue stone at their center. The stem was colored silv

 “We’ll be out by dawn,” I spoke, waking him up.           Slowly, I lifted my body up and proceeded in front of the vanity table. “This early?” Rocco yawned. Stretching his arms and legs from the cramped couch he slept.           I started brushing my hair down and looked at him through his reflection in the mirror. “Want to get caught early?”           He smirked and chuckled, giving me an eloquent stare. “Being with you? I don’t mind.” “That again?” My eyes rolled automatically. “Stop it. You won’t get an equal part from me,” I plainly replied

  Denise’s POV “You have no clothes for ladies?” I questioned Marco with one of my brows raised at him.           He rolled his eyes and crossed both of his arms over. “I am the Alpha of this territory, how dare you to treat me like a maid,” he complained. “And why would I even keep women’s clothes, ha?”            My shoulders shrugged. “So, you don’t? What if your mate comes over?” I teased and lightly shoved his arm. But to my surprise, his expression suddenly changed and he looked at me furiously. “Are you intentionally mocking me?” he blurted plainly.      &nb

            I let out a sassy smile when my paws stepped on grassy plains drizzled with water drops. The warm breeze blowing over my coat and the cinematic hues of the sky meeting the seas. A dark shade of tourmaline lowers to light blue as it collides with the lemon arrayed sunrise. Zaetron turned around and met my gaze. “Expect no formal welcome,” he blurted in my head. I simply nodded in reply. It took us a few hours to arrive here and as I let those time pass by, I can’t help myself but frown and shake my head multiple times realizing how dramatic I look doing that. it was like I lost have of my ego back there. I also don’t understand why I did that. Is it because of pity when I saw what he looked like at that time? He was deeply disappointed and there was a hint of pain in his

  “Why? You want me to tell them who am I and then your enemy will pick me to be their hostage?” I uttered, raising my brow.           But again, he chuckled. “You? A hostage?”           I don’t want to admit but why does he look hotter than earlier? ‘Gosh, Denise! He’s just soaked in water, what’s the difference?’ I shook my head to that thought.. “Stop staring at me.”           But those abs, it’s perfectly packed. And the string of waters dripping on his broad shoulders, his messy drenched hair that now looks more of a black shade than red, that chiseled jaw he has, those sharp eyebrows that match his