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ADRIAN. "Thomas?" I slumped on the chair closest to me in weakness. Thomas? How much am I not aware of? Thomas is Veronica's mate? That means Thomas has always known it then, that he was her true mate, before or after I was mated to Veronica, I knew not. In fact, both of them knew it, judging by how she quickly turned back to him immediately her plan failed her. All those actions, all pretense and I foolishly believed it. I replayed nearly all our past interactions and I couldn't help but feel very stupid. Thomas was the guard in charge of Veronica. I had assigned him to monitor her in the dungeons. How foolish I was to have trusted him that day. "We need to leave, Adrian." Dylan suggested but his voice had an edge to it, as though he was giving a command. "Staying here is not possible, except you wish for death. I didn't wish to hear of such talks. I couldn't even think about leaving my kingdom. Leave everything behind for what? Search for other people's power? Then what use was

ARIA "My Queen. It's a pleasure to serve you." Janice dipped into a low curtesy with a very disgusting smile on her face. It just occured to me that I had never for once in my life studied the features on her face. Not for once, stared at her boldly before. I was nothing but a low ranked omega she tossed and bullied. My head was always low and my eyes, directed to the ground. A rankless wolf dared not to look at the head of kitchens or any head of duty so boldly. Now that I studied her features her fair and square, I was disappointed in her physicality. She was indeed, so ugly and that smell...moon forbid. "Ah Janice. Do rise." She was good pretender, I'll give her that. She looked so innocent and calm. Her eyes even shone with energy towards me. She acted so different from earlier when I eavesdropped. "I need a maid Janice. I have an urgent task I need tending to. You heard what happened to Alice, right?" I asked in a terribly sweet voice as I walked around the table and picked

ADRIANI scribbled down the contradictory words on the thick paper with a smile on my face. It was time to trap thst bitch! I was still amazed at my mate. Together we could do everything we wished for. We didn't need any help. We could do this all on our own. I was in my study writing letters to the two werewolf clans. Even though I doubted the messages would be delivered, I decided to be smart about it. I wrote falsified words, informing the Alpha that we were in great danger and in need of desperate help whilst knowing that we were finally getting the hang of this. Veronica would think us weak when we would be busy taking out her followers. I also added that Aria was a weak Luna and couldn't benefit me at this point. Veronica would come soon for us and conquer the kingdom. "Take this to the night post by the gate. Have someone deliver this letter to the clans. It's urgent." I commanded Gregory. "Guard this letter with your life." Even though he gave a firm nod, I doubted he woul

ARIAI was on the floor, clutching my heart from how bad it hurt. I was heartbroken and ears, it still was numb from the painful words I just heard. My entire body vibrated with strong emotions from my toes up to my brain and down my spine. I had long forgotten about the arrow that was still in me. The pain of rejection was fiercer and sharper in momentum. My eyes clouded with unshed tears and my troat was clamped. I had too much words I wanted to say and different actions I itched to demonstrate against Veronica but I couldn't do a thing. Of course, what did I think? I would bring her down so easily because I successfully killed her mate? That moment I realized Veronica was there all along that day. She predicted that this was going to happen. She definitely saw me eavesdropping on Thomas and Janice and she let it happen. She didn't want Thomas regardless of the bond they had. Adrian had been the male she has always desired. Warm tears stained my cheeks as I tried to get up on m

ARIAFaint noises, more like whispers from a far distance. My body felt rigid but warm and cozy. I tried opening my eyes immediately but it took a great amount of energy and strength. I could barely keep them open for a few seconds before I closed them back again. I took deep breaths through my very much dried up nostrils and shifted my head on the softness it was laid on. A pillow. The events of earlier came back gushing to my head and instantly I realized I wasn't dead. I was alive. This gave me the energy to open my eyes again with doubled strength than before. It was dark. The cyrtains were drawn. I was in what appeared to be a small cottage room with minimal furnishings. There was no one present. I was on a bed and wrapped warmly in thick bed covers. The whispers had stopped and I realised they were coming from outside the bedroom or cottage. Probably passers-by or the occupants.I groaned as I lifted my hand to take the covers off me. I wanted to check my wound. From how sore a