Chapter Thirty - Torment Reyna's POV   "You have a pretty twisted grasp on how to ask a lady out for coffee." I deadpanned, earning a huff of amusement.  "It's the tough ones I love breaking the most. But, on the other hand, watching your spirit slowly crack is just as euphoric. Plus, watching the light start to fade from those beautiful eyes of yours is going to be the best part of my day."  "You said you wanted to talk. So talk."  "In a rush, are we? It's not like you can leave." He laughed.  "Seems we're at a crossroads. I can't leave, and you're too much of a bitch to step out of the shadows." I snapped.

Chapter Thirty-Two - StainedReyna's POVMy fingers and toes were completely numb. The cold had worked its way down to my bones. My throat felt like sandpaper as I swallowed. Ivan didn't bother to unstrap me from the chair. Leaving me here all night to freeze, hoping it would break me.The dress I wore was anything but warm and weighed a tone from being soaked again and again. My feet were also left bare. That had me guessing they were smart enough to know I would have used them as weapons.The shuffling of shoes against the gravel path grabbed my attention. I lifted my head slowly, ignoring the aches it caused my body to move. My eyelids felt like weights as I forced them to stay open."Are you ready to talk now?" Ivan asked. A sadistic smile spread across his lips as he eyed me. I stared back at him, hating how much we looked alike. I shifted in the chair and spat it in his direction."Ahh, still being stubborn. I must say I'm really proud

Chapter Thirty-Four - Venom  Reyna's POV  I was dragged out of the arena, not given a chance to understand what I had honestly just encountered. Not inky did I kill two boys, but they were also wolves.  Werewolves are real. I knew that now. But for some reason, I wasn't scared by that newfound realization. Instead, I was afraid for the others he might have had captured and locked away here.  He made them out to be vicious monsters, but those two boys were anything but evil. Instead, they were two scared children forced to fight for their lives.  Maybe luck did exist, and I was gifted two werewolves who still had some good left in their hearts.

Chapter Thirty - Six - Fate Reyna's POV  I felt like I had an out-of-body experience before reality crashed back into me. This wasn't a dream; I had been captured and tortured. I had faced a werewolf head-on and knew they weren't what they were made out to be. My mind was spinning. On top of that, the weird tingling sensation I felt when I first woke up seemed only to exist when I touched Balor.  My brain was still in a fog; I remembered Ivan stabbing my leg. But now the pain was gone, and only dried blood seemed to remain. Adding only more questions to my ever-growing list of what the fuck is happening. I had seemed to reenter my body before exiting the cavern that the devil himself carved out for me. But now, I was staring straight into the eyes of a werewolf—one who had just been a mere human seco

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Hesitation Reyna's POV  I woke to the smell of bacon in the air. My stomach growled, demanding that it be fed. For a moment, everything felt completely normal until I opened my eyes and was greeted by the unfamiliar room once again.  This time it looked different as the sun peaked through the window. It's warmth kissing the ebony wood floors. The walls were almost black in colour, matching the curtains. The desk was covered in books and paperwork. And when I looked at the bookshelf, I could see the titles of the books that were both old and new, a couple I had never seen before. Most were books about cities and different countries. But there were a few novels thrown in there too.  My stomach sent out another reminder of the food that wa