"I know no one has ever told you this before, but you're misguided. You're doing things for the wrong reasons," Terry didn't to struggle with Hezell as he knew his attempt would only be futile. Hezell's eyes were cold as he tightened his grip on Terry's throat."Hezell," Freya called out to him weakly, her voice barely audible over the scuffle. He flung a half-dead Terry down the stairs before rushing to her side.By the time Terry reached the foot of the stairs, his eyes were barely opening, and his breath had become a raspy whisper. None of the heartstealers had the heart to help him as they feared it'd make Hezell see them as his enemy. Nebra, on the other hand, hurried up to him. She held his arm, ready to relieve him of some of his pain, but he stopped her with a feeble gesture."There's no need. I'm more than ready to finally meet my ancestors," Terry coughed weakly, forcing his eyes open, "And you shouldn't be so eager to help the man who almost sacrificed your cousin.""Us
Mariah gasped and stumbled backward, while Freya sat up and proceeded to stand on her feet. Her previously pale face had brightened, and her dull eyes were now full and vibrant.“If you wanted to kill me, you should've done so on the podium. A knife into my abdomen without the boring words you said would've been just fine,” Freya stretched and glanced at Mariah.“You were unconscious just a few minutes ago. So how is it that you're suddenly so hale and hearty now?” Mariah asked and warily got on her feet.“I woke up two nights ago, but I discovered I couldn't move. It wasn't until this morning that I realized Lalisa did something that made me weak. When Hezell killed her, the magic began wearing off. But when your goon brought me here, meters away from Lalisa’s body, the magic wore off totally,” Freya explained with a shrug.Mariah didn't know when she swallowed nervously. This was the Freya she knew, but at this same time, she didn't feel like she knew this person in front of her.“A
Hezell suddenly laughed. “I didn't think I'd ever be captured again, but just to be safe, I left a few orders that should be carried out if I don't call Jerome Nichols’ house hours after leaving.”“I never should've let you out of the Council for any reason whatsoever,” Cleopatra clenched her fist tightly.“It's not your fault. He just has a way of getting to people,” Nebra exhaled, glancing at her.“This isn't something that can't be taken care of. A quick trip to the Council should solve it once you return with Council guards,” Steele uttered calmly.Cleopatra looked away from him guiltily. “I sent half of them to the human city to help Hezell out in searching for you since he told me you were captured by Hazel.”“You… how do you come up with these things? You make life hard for others even when you're totally powerless,” Neon sighed, glaring at Hezell.“You can't blame me for trying to stay alive,” Hezell shrugged and looked down at the chains on his wrists. “The massacre will cont
“What?” Sarah straightened up seeing Joshua and the four other witches step backward. “The barrier is opening up on its own.” He glanced at her warily. Knight, Landon, Adley and Kourtney got serious recalling what Joshua had said before he began trying to reopen the barrier. “Why do you all look surprised? Did you really think they stood a chance against Hezell just because they were Alphas? Bless your delusional heart.” Mendoza's mocking voice came from behind them. “Release me and I'll consider talking to him to at least keep one of you alive. That's the great length I'm willing to go just for old times’ sake.” However, the group ignored her and armed themselves with the guns her pack warriors had taken with them. “Those things you're holding won't deter him.” Mendoza stated the obvious. “I swear if you keep talking you won't be alive to witness what would happen in the next one minute!” Adley glowered, glancing behind her shoulders to look at her. Mendoza frowned and as muc
Jerome Nichols' House,"We've gunned down every werewolf we know about, and for those we are yet to find, we're doing our possible best to bring them in," a Werewolf Hunter stood opposite Lance and reported."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jerome Nichols yelled at his son as he rushed into the house.Lance dismissed the Werewolf Hunter with a wave of his hand and walked up to Jerome. "Just taking care of business, Dad.""Taking care of business? You're tearing apart everything!" Jerome seethed and looked around him. "Where's Hezell? Why didn't he stop you?"Lance adjusted his tie with a stoic gaze. "Hezell... isn't here."Jerome spun around in disbelief. "Where did he go? And who authorized you to do this then?""He had something to take care of and left the house to me. But then the man he left behind passed on an instruction he had received to me," Lance said and leaned towards his father's right ear. "He said we were in great danger if he didn't call the house seven hours
"I, Alexander Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, hereby reject you, Freya Armstrong, a mere Omega in my pack, as my mate!" Alexander's voice boomed through the chilled night air.Desperation surged within Freya as she begged, "Please, don't do this, Alexander! I beg you!"Before him stood a frail figure, clothed in tattered rags that offered little protection from the biting cold. Her pitiful appearance only fueled Alexander's anger, his eyes gleaming with fury as he violently kicked her away, his words dripping with disdain, "It's Alpha Alexander to you, and a lowly person like you doesn't deserve to have me as a mate!"Turning his gaze to his waiting pack warriors, he barked, "Lock her up for daring to lay her filthy hands on me!"Freya, weakened from laboring all night on an empty stomach, offered no resistance as the warriors dragged her away, heading toward a grim dungeon.In the depths of despair, she caught a glimpse of a sight that twisted the knife of betrayal in her hear
Returning to the kitchen, Freya's stomach growled hungrily, a relentless reminder of its emptiness. She could only salivate at the tantalizing thought of food and tried to calm her ravenous stomach as she surveyed the remnants of dinner in the empty pots.The heaps of plates had also grown in size and number since most of the pack members already had their evening meals.As soon as Freya began cleaning, a hushed voice jolted her to a momentary pause. "No matter what, don't come out," the familiar voice warned from behind, causing her to nearly drop the fragile glass plate she cradled.Mariah, snorted with a mix of amusement and disgust as she strolled forward. "The Alphas have arrived, and they don't seem to be in a very good mood. Who knows what they'd do if they caught sight of an omega."Freya's grip on the plate tightened instinctively, her fingers trembling as Mariah's words hung in the air like a dark cloud as she involuntarily thought of the Alphas' scary reputations. "Or mayb
When Freya slowly blinked her eyes open, the very first thing that greeted her vision was the expanse of a stunning, pristine white ceiling gracefully arching overhead. The soft, comforting illumination from above bathed the room in a gentle, ethereal glow.With a curious glance, she began to survey her surroundings. Every inch of the room seemed to be steeped in this pristine, angelic white. From the chairs to the tables, the entire ambiance exuded an almost otherworldly quality. It was as if she had stepped into a realm where purity and elegance reigned supreme.As her memory started to piece together the fragments of what had transpired before she lost consciousness, her hand instinctively went to her chest. She remembered Mariah resting her leg there before everything went dark. A tremor of uncertainty coursed through her as she tentatively uttered, "Am I dead?"A voice, deep and masculine, emerged from somewhere behind her, shattering the silence. It was a voice that carried a not