All Chapters of Amaryllis-The Rogue Werewolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

As I slowly opened my eyes, a loud groan escaped my stomach. I felt the pain of the cold ground seeping through every inch of my body. My hunger pangs intensified, and I heard my wolf's voice echoing in my mind, "We need food, Amaryllis."Before I could make sense of my surroundings, the cell door creaked open with a thud. My heart sank as Alex, with an annoyed expression, stepped inside. "Move. We need to take you to Alpha."I wanted to scream so loud as I realized I was being taken to meet the Alpha - the one person I despised the most. Just the mention of his name made my skin crawl with revulsion.My body wouldn't budge, and my limbs felt like lead weights. "I can't move. There's no energy in my body," I protested, though I knew it was futile. He glared at me for a moment before delivering a cutting retort. "Amaryllis, don't waste our time. You know as well as I do that nothing you say will matter. In the end, we'll do what I say." I knew he was right, but I clung to the last bit

DARIUS POV:As I stood in the dimly lit room, my eyes fixed on Amaryllis's motionless form, I felt a sense of relief mingled with apprehension. Allister's words resonated in my head, a reminder of how perilously close we had come to losing her.Allister offered me a small smile, but his exhausted eyes revealed the gravity of the situation. "We nearly lost her, but she's stable now. The anaesthesia will help her rest and recover."I nodded in understanding, my attention drawn back to Amaryllis's ghostly complexion. It was hard to believe that only a few hours ago, she had been valiantly fighting for her life.As I watched her chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm, Alex and Zixin entered the room, their presence pulling me out of my thoughts. I could see the concern etched on their faces as they approached Amaryllis's bedside."What will you do to her now?" Alex asked, his voice laced with urgency.I paused for a moment, considering my next move. Amaryllis had proven her worth, but I c

Allister's words echoed through my mind, causing my hands to become slick with sweat. I couldn't comprehend how he had learned about my scent-controlling pills. Did he divulge my secret to Daruis? No, he didn't; otherwise, Daruis would have punished me already. Allister locked his gaze on me, waiting for my response. He asked if I had told Daruis, implying that he hadn't revealed my secret. I was on the brink of a panic attack. I wasn't mentally or physically prepared to end Allister's life or to silence him permanently. I froze, realizing that this could be the end for me. Daruis wouldn't forgive me for deceiving him, let alone choosing me, a lone wolf, as his mate.I tried to steady my breathing and gather my thoughts, but my mind was in turmoil.Allister's scrutinizing stare made me feel exposed and vulnerable. I wished I could disappear into thin air and escape this nightmare. I longed to be back in the comfort of my own territory, where I could control my surroundings and be safe

As the attack came from behind, my wolf instincts kicked in before I could even register what was happening. Dodging quickly, I turned to see a figure in the midst of the fog. He stood there, eyes fixed on us, and his red gaze full of anger and betrayal.I felt annoyed by his anger - how dare he be upset with us for running away? After all, we had been the ones captured and tortured by him every day. It was only natural for us to want to escape.As I looked at him, I couldn't help but wonder who he thought he was, believing he had the right to be angry with us.Did he think we would succumb to his torture and die, or did he envision us serving his wolves? The darkness made it difficult to see him clearly, and the exhaustion from running for hours had left my vision hazy. I tried to focus my eyes on him, but his figure remained shrouded in shadows. Despite the uncertainty, I knew one thing for sure - we had to find a way out of here before it was too late.My wolf and I had the strengt

I wake up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I know what's coming next. I try to calm myself down, to reason with myself that it won't happen again, that maybe tonight will be different, but deep down, I know it won't. It never is.And then I hear the door creak open. I hold my breath, hoping that maybe it's just my imagination playing tricks on me, but then I feel the weight of his presence in the room. I can smell his scent and feel the roughness of his hands as he reaches out to touch me."No, please don't hurt me," I plead, my voice trembling. But he doesn't listen. He never does. Instead, he laughs, a cruel, mocking sound that chills me to the bone.It's like this every night. Every night, he comes into my room and touches me, but when I resist, he beats me. I'm crying, begging him not to hurt me, but he's enjoying my screams. And I know that no one will come to help me. I'm all alone.I cower in fear as I feel his large, calloused hands striking my small, fragile body.