Alpha Damon: “Uhm, your Majesty?” One of the councilmen said to get my attention and when I looked up, I found the rest of them watching me with a curious expression. Great. I had zoned out once again. “You were saying?” He continued letting out his complaints but his voice began to fade just like before. All I could think about was Silver and what it was she was hiding from me. Did she only return because she had no other choice? But we had become so close these past few months. It was really painful to realize she didn’t trust me enough to be free with me. Each time it seemed like we were finally going somewhere, something like this always sprung out of nowhere to test our relationship. This was really exhausting. Sure, happy endings weren’t always happy and rosy, but what was more annoying was when there was no honesty between us, like now. “Your Majesty, do you need us to reschedule?” Another councilor asked. He looked pissed off I wasn’t listening. “You seem distracted, m
Alpha Damon:It all made sense. I hated how badly it all made sense. Of all people… This had to be a sick joke the goddess was playing on me. I tried my best to appear nonchalant about the news in front of my men but it wasn’t working. “Who told you this? You said it yourself it’s just a rumor. Who verified it to say it’s real or not?” I asked, hoping to find lapses in their story so I could get rid of this uncomfortable, crippling feeling. I still remembered seeing my mother smiling down at me before blood began to pool by the sides of her mouth and she fell fell lifeless right in front of me. I still remembered seeing him right behind her, holding the gun which was still smoking, the weapon that had killed my mother. That man, Lawrence had the guts to act like he was sorry for what he had done. He had dropped the gun and ran up to me to apologize, telling me he didn’t know how it happened and that it wasn’t his bullet. But we all knew him. He was a legend in his field, a huma
Silver:I hated lying to Damon. It killed me beyond words. But then how did one go about telling one’s mate that her father was the one who killed his mother? That could not just be brought up in a random conversation. There was no way I could have told him those words without him reacting negatively. I knew I had several chances to tell him the truth. Back when he had saved me from certain death in the hands of Rogu’s men, he held me in his arms and asked me to tell him anything that would hinder us from being able to move on and be together. I gave him no answer that day, promising myself to tell him the truth someday, a promise I knew would never happen. It’s not like I never thought he would find out. Secrets like that didn’t remain hidden for long. If I was just a random woman in the Kingdom, say a harem girl, no one would have cared to know about my paternity. Being a Luna meant I was constantly under scrutiny so it was dumb of me to keep pushing what I knew was bound to hap
Silver:I slept and woke up a couple of times but it never got any brighter in the dungeon. There was no way of telling time in here. I remained in one position, my back against the wall on the bench, imagining the worst and wondering what my fate would be from then onwards. I heard whispers among the other prisoners who were content to squabble with people they didn’t see from time to time, but my mind faded them away. I had no idea what Damon planned to do with me from here on out and that bothered me more than anything else. While I began to fall into my next deep sleep, someone hit the bars of my cell, startling me awake. It was a guard but not just any guard. It was Terah. Damon surely had a sick sense of humor. Terah and I hadn’t crossed paths ever since after that day at the sixth sea. He told me Terah was now under obligation to obey him whether he liked it or not but I never bothered to find out how true it was. Seeing him reminded me of that horrible day when he had t
Silver:I ignored Gerald after I told him what I told him so when he noticed I would no longer respond, he stood up and left. I remained in that position and fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, I was even more hungry than before. How I wish I had asked Gerald to help me with some food before stupidly sending him away. No one else would come to my aid now. When I opened my eyes, I supposed it was morning because there was a thin line of light, through which I could see the people in the cells in front of me. Liza was staring at me with wide eyes and no expression on her face. From the way it appeared, she had probably been watching me for a long while and now did not even know I was seeing her back. My heart broke for her. She was already worse off before she was sent to prison. Being in here for so many months had probably only made her deteriorate. Her face was sunken and she appeared to have lost a lot of weight from the time that I last saw her. I hated the Alpha even mor
Alpha Damon: This is stupid. I am stupid. I put my own mate in jail and for what? Because of something her father did? That wasn’t actually it. I couldn’t possibly blame her for what she had no control over, but what pushed me to put her in jail was her reaction when she was accused. It was almost like she wanted to be thrown in jail. I had something to do with it though. Perhaps the way I had approached her concerning the case, so accusatory, so scarily, perhaps that had pushed her to fight back in the way she could. If she would go down, she would give me a very good reason to make sure she went down. She just had to say those things, attack my ego at the wrongest possible moment, right in front of the maids and guards, right after I heard about what her father had done. But sending her off to jail didn’t make the pain go away. Her absence only reminded me that I had lost not just my mom, but her as well. I felt worse than I did before I even heard the news. Curse all the peo
Tiffanie: Dear Diary, It is officially ten months now since Silver left us, ten months of despair. I feel numb everywhere. Nothing and no one excites me anymore. People avoid me everywhere because I have become scary to look at or talk to. I got this way because I kept blaming everyone, myself included for my sister’s disappearance when I should have been doing something about it. Victor was right when he called me a coward. I’ve been too afraid to do anything to help, constantly bringing up excuses as to why I couldn’t continue on my journey. I ended up picking a fight with him when he called me a coward to my face but maybe I was just scared of hearing the truth. Regardless, it feels awful to be in this state of knowing what I did was wrong and hating myself for it, but also being too afraid to do anything to change it. Silver’s letters are the only thing I look forward to. Victor swears they aren’t from her, but it’s her handwriting and it sounds just like her. The last time,
Silver:I thought that being home would make me feel immensely better but that was not the case. I had been gone for too long apparently. Nothing felt the same anymore. I felt displaced in my own home, more displaced than I ever felt in Reborn pack. Tiffanie looked and acted like a different person. Sure she screamed when she saw me, but I believed she only did that because she probably thought she was seeing a ghost. Nothing about her seemed normal. She was skittish and too afraid to express herself and her face had a permanent frown that wouldn’t lift no matter what I said. I didn’t think my sister had any reason to smile throughout the time I was gone. My breaking point was seeing my mother who had reduced to twice her size, lying on the bed. But how she looked was not the problem. It was the things she said and how she said them. Sure she looked happy to see me but I didn’t really think she saw me. It was like she was looking through me and not at me. She said a few things to