Kiara: I can’t sleep all day because all I can think about is what Zane might do to me. I am an Alpha female, and there’s no way I will bow to a human convert like him. Apologize? That’s foreign to my nature, and he’s not my Blake. The mention of Blake brings tears to my eyes, and I end up crying myself to sleep. “Ma’am, wake up,” someone says, touching and poking my body. My body wakes up, and the chill from the concrete floor where I lie rushes up my body faster than a lightning bolt. This causes me to open my eyes at once to see Ariana crouched beside me. “It’s morning and I’m here to give you your breakfast,” she says, and I groan, refusing to sit up. I have fought so hard to keep going, but life is becoming unbearable. The thoughts of Blake still cloud my mind and I feel an ache in it, as I wonder what he could be doing with Veronica at the moment. “Ma’am, please eat. Mr. Malibu will be here in a few minutes to bring you out to the entire house, and he plans to…” “Show me
Kiara: The next time I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is my decaying arm. That’s the power of Argentum. It’s not just any stake, but the most dreaded stake by werewolves. I might wonder how Zane got a hold of it, but he loathes wolves and hunts them down. Even with the pain I’m going through, I get out of bed. This is when I note my environment. This isn’t the dungeon or the mansion, because the bed is rather small, and the furniture looks old and weird. “You are awake.” His voice sends chills down my spine. I shoot him a glance, and then back to my decaying arm, which hurts as much as a thousand bricks being placed on my body. “Contrary to what you wanted, well I am,” I say to him, and a frown etches his face, which I don’t care about. He stares at my hand weirdly before he walks away, slamming the door. At this moment, I don’t have the strength to fight because I’m barely standing on my feet. Everything hurts and my legs are wobbly. I try to reach for the door, but h
Kiara: “Ah! Mr. Malibu!” Ariana exclaims, leaping to her feet as I cough up a dreadful amount of blood. “Damn!” Zane groans in my mind. He’s getting hurt too, and it’s satisfying to see that my suffering isn’t much fun for him. She dashes towards the door, but Zane opens it before she can reach for the handle. His eyes widen at the sight before him, and he immediately backs away, rushing out and slamming the door. Ariana paces around the room, her hands shaking terribly. She hurries to get a glass of water from the table while I sit numbly, bloodied. It’s supposed to hurt a lot, but a part of me doesn’t want it to end because I want my life to end. Even if everyone else turns their backs on me, I didn’t expect my father to do the same, so I feel alone in the world, and it’s becoming burdensome. “Take this,” Ariana says, handing me the glass of water. But when I take a sip, my throat burns terribly. “Make it stop.” I hurl the glass towards the door, and I look up to see Zane sta
Zane: This is probably the hundredth time I complain about hating myself ever since Kiara walks into my life, but truthfully, I do. I hate to see her in pain because I share her pain. Having to pretend I’m not in pain the whole day is the worst thing I ever do. Now I need comfort and all I can do is drown myself with a bottle of whisky. Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body. “There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…” “Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat. I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not. “You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool. I look around the bar through the neon lights that glow. There are many women in it, but none of them is Kiara and at the moment, she
Zane:“What the hell are you doing here, Gia?” I yell, yanking the sheets to cover the only piece of my dignity left. “I could ask you the same, Zane,” she says, sitting up with the duvet across her chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the city, running my father’s business like you’re the actual firstborn son of this family and not Yusuf?”Her words sting, but I don’t hold on to them because I hurt her, and I’m truly sorry.I feel twice as terrible as I did initially because dreaming of sex with Kiara is much better than actually doing it with Gia. She’s my sister, and even though we aren’t related by blood, I hate the fact I’m betraying my father.“Did Kiara throw you out of the house? You’ve been quite a pussy lately, and I can’t believe someone like her has so much power over you,” she says, and I curl my hand into a fist. “I can’t believe I was in love with you,” she scoffs.“Gia, what is wrong with you? You know I was drunk and…”“Don’t come at me with that, Zane. This was a con
Kiara:I gulp when I hear him say that. How could he want to lock me up in this place forever? This is beyond cruel.“Why don’t you just kill me for real?” I question, and he chuckles.“What fun would that be? I’ve kept you this far and every single moment, I come up with ideas on how we can keep having fun,” he says, and I scoff.He caresses my cheek gently while I stare at him, wishing I could chop his hand off.“Where is Ariana?” I ask.“On a brief trip to the airport with my men, and the loving doctor who helped you. Did I tell you I’m a philanthropist and he will be getting a room at the mansion?”The sarcasm in his voice is irritating.“Yes, if that’s another word for murderer,” I say to him, and he laughs.“I like your sense of humor, but that will get you nowhere, my love,” he says, tapping my nose gently before standing up.“Even if I tried to be nice, you do not deserve it. I hate you and the day you die will be my happiest,” I spit.“Everyone has what they wish for. Like me,
Kiara:The scorching sun above the city is gradually fading, which makes me happy because I have been driving for over an hour. Today is the memorial for the late Luna, who died two months ago, and as her heir, I must pluck a handful of Lunaria, a mystique pant that blooms only at night. Being the Luna alongside the Alpha king is wonderful because of how much he adores me. It is all butterflies, but the responsibilities are daunting.After a while, I arrive at the foot of the elysian whisper hill and park my car. I look around, and when I am certain there are no humans in sight, I get back into my car and transform into Bailey, my wolf. I sprint up the mountain, plucking a handful of the beautiful blue plant that stands at the crest of the hill. Then I sprint back down the hill and revert to human form. Being able to do that in a matter of minutes makes me wish I could transform into a wolf and travel from the pack to here. My phone beeps as soon as I get into my car, and I check to
Kiara:Standing before the mirror, I prepare for the night, my heart shattering into countless fragments. The blow is immense, a hurdle I doubt I can overcome, especially with the pretense I must maintain tonight.“Is there a problem, my Luna?” Isabella, my maid, inquires. Swiftly wiping away my tears, I turn to face her with a forced smile. “Not at all. I will be down in a minute,” I say to her.I then retrieve the sacred pearl necklace, a legacy passed down to every Luna of the Lunar Shadow Pack. As it rests on my neck, memories of the day Blake first placed it there flood my mind. A single tear threatens to fall, but I quickly brush it away. Taking a deep breath, I clutch my purse and stride out of the room, my long red gown flowing behind me.Entering the room, a life-sized statue of the queen in her werewolf form commands my attention. Carved from moonstone, it stands regally in the center of the room, its ethereal glow casting dancing shadows on the walls. The room is a testame