All Chapters of Lord Dhruv: The Omega fated companion.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I let out a shriek as Dhruv melted my father into sand. My father, Alpha king of Trinigad, was no more. He had died. Unable to put up a fair fight, he was turned into sand alongside sage Bernadette and Calixto. I confronted Dhruv, my voice breaking with anguish, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, ALEXANDER?!" I screamed, voice laced with disbelief as I stood up on my feet. I scampered towards where my father once was and tried picking up what was left of him. . .but it was all sand. I couldn't even hold it properly in my hand. The sand kept slipping away from my fingers. "I refuse to believe everything that's happening is real. I refuse to believe my father is. . .I refuse to believe he's dead.""Wake up to reality, Annalisa," Dhruv's sinister laughter echoed from behind, his presence hovering at my back like a dark shadow. "Not everything is as it seems on the surface. Sometimes, one must delve deeper to uncover the true nature of things."Uncontrollable tears slid down my cheeks as I stood up an

I could tell a week had passed since the death of my father and Alexander's declaration of revolution. A week had passed since I was chained down in the basement. A week had passed since I last saw Dhruv. A week had passed since I placed anything delectable into my stomach. My throat remained parched, plaguing me with an insatiable thirst that made it feel like my lungs were set ablaze. It also brought about fatigue and rendered my limbs practically immobile. I laid motionless on the cold, hard floor, contemplating whether Dhruv intended to leave me to wither away in agonizing hunger, especially since I was aware of his plans for me. My stomach hurt as I stayed still, followed by a loud grumble and I felt my whole body shake as my pants began to dampen. I was on my period. I inhaled deeply, hiccuping as I managed to sit up straight. My mind was hazy and I didn't have any tears left to cry. I tore a part of my gown and folded it before proceeding to use it as a sanitary towel to alle

If I were to meet my death at this very moment, would I have the chance to reunite with Cessi, or would my soul perish in the depths of Gehenna? I wondered as I laid unmoving on the cold floor. I had retained a position ever since Dhruv left me all alone again in the basement. His revelations had left me dumbfounded to say the least, I couldn't even begin to comprehend everything he had said to me, including the fact that he had a relationship with Lucan Trinigad and Amelia being his own child — an obvious truth given Helena and Gilbert were never rumoured to have had a second child. I should have known from the very beginning, their resemblance was too uncanny. A feeble moan escaped my lips as I pulled out a piece of material from my vagina. It was the last day of my menstruation and I couldn't have been more happier. I had ended up using most part of my gown as sanitary towel, and I was left with only the thin inner linen fabric to wear. . The oppressive stench of my coagulated bl

A whistle brought me back to reality. Did I end up in Gehenna? It didn't seem like it. The whistle I was hearing didn't sound like a product of Gehenna. It was heavenly, like a lullaby that could trap one in a beautiful sleep. It reminded me of the exact whistle I had heard from Alexander on the night of our wedding, before he had stopped time. But why? Why was I hearing Alexander's whistling? However, with how ethereal the whistle sounded, I was convinced the moon goddess had brought me to her abode. I felt a feathery feeling on my skin. I could tell someone was rubbing my body with a warm towel, but I didn't know who it was. Perhaps, it was a messenger of the moon goddess herself. My eyes were shut tightly and I was having a hard time pulling them open. With time, the whistle gradually subsided, and with great effort, I managed to pry my eyes open, taking in my newfound surroundings. I found myself in what appeared to be an ordinary room, lying on a bed in my most vulnerable state—

"How long have I been laying on the bed?""It's not even been up to two hours yet," I got a response back from Sophia who was helping me pick out a gown from her wardrobe. "You sustained a severe blow to your head. I could even see your brain. A normal werewolf would have died from an injury of such gravity, but I'm sure you managed to survive because you're an Omega. Also, you're lucky I found you just in time."I rolled my eyes away from Sophia, staring at Lucan who nonchalantly sat on the floor with his back against the wall. He still had his pocket knife in his hands and he was using it to pick his nails. "Do you not find it unsanitary to employ the same pocket knife that you used to peel an apple, for the purpose of cleaning your nails?""Focus on getting your injury healed," he smiled in a way that grated my nerves, his attention fixated on his fingers that looked absolutely clean from a distance. "I don't need to be coddled like a child."My eyes remained on him until Sophia th