Alpha Damon: While I was slightly irritated by Gwyddion and the physician’s petty fight, I couldn't help but be thankful for it. The seriousness of everything before now had been too uncomfortable for me. When I saw Silver trying to conceal her laughter, I almost lost it and began to laugh myself, but I had to keep it together. While these men always argued and fought each time they were within two feet of each other, it didn't take away the fact that they were respectful men with high responsibility. The similarity in their occupations had them constantly fighting, trying to decide whose position was higher and more important and it would never stop, but that did not take their nobility away. “Gwyddion,” I called. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Go ahead.” I had just opened a can of worms. Calling Gwyddion first gave off the impression that it was his opinion I respected the most which was quite far from the truth. The only reason I had begun to see Gwyddion more and more was because of
Alpha Damon: “Gerald?” I asked, my voice raised higher than I wanted it to, before clearing my throat.“Yes, my Lord," Terah said. I thought about it for a second but waved my hand. It didn't matter anyway. All Gerald would do was think about how wise my attempted murder was and probing into his mind any further would only increase his chances of finding me out. It had been a whole week of sitting beside him and hearing his thoughts, yet he hadn't confessed to anything. Perhaps he had thought about killing me once but never had the guts to do so, or he was just one of those people who were fascinated by murder. Regardless, I was tired of giving him an audience and bothering to drink that vile drink to play dead for him, just to go nowhere in the case. “That doesn't change anything. Tell him the physician has prevented anyone from seeing my body.” Terah still hesitated and that made me curious. Normally, my guard was always on his heels, ready to do whatever I asked without asking m
Alpha Damon: Ok, maybe now we were getting somewhere. “I swear the last time I was here, I felt him trying to reach out to me. He was searching my mind, I could feel it,” Gerald prodded. “We’ve been here for almost an hour and nothing you promised has happened. Your story was hard to believe before but now, I'm very sure you were just bluffing. I don't know why, though,” Gaston said. “What are you saying? That I just brought you out here to waste our time because I have nothing better to do?” Gerald asked, offended. “There isn't much else to believe, so you can't blame me. If you have nothing better to show me, then I'd like to go home.” “Don't you ask yourself the same questions?” Gerald asked and I could hear the desperation in his voice. “Everyone else acts like this is normal but I know you know deep down it isn't. Nothing about the Alpha’s death is normal.” “Now I know you've lost it,” Gaston said derisively. “Everyone is processing the king’s death in their own way but I
Tiffanie: Dear Diary,It’s been four months and six days since Silver disappeared from our lives without a trace and I think I’m about to lose it. They say time heals all wounds but not this one. The only thing time is doing for me is letting me know my sister might be somewhere, dead or alive. It’s absolutely horrible. I don’t do anything much these days except write in my diary and attend to Mom. I might be losing it, but I’m sure my mother has lost it. She is now a complete shadow of herself. She used to try to talk before, to look on the bright side and assure me my sister would soon be found, but now, all she does is lay in bed and talk to herself. I don’t know how to feel. I lost my father before I met him, my sister disappeared without a trace and now I am slowly losing my mom, even though she is physically with me. All I do these days is write in my diary, but it only helps for a little while. Nothing feels the same anymore. I can no longer go to school or perform in publ
Silver:Living in the King’s palace no longer was as much a relief as I had once thought it would be. I was just living in a different kind of prison from the harem, but a prison all the same. I was under constant surveillance all day, away from the rest of the world. The only people I ever saw were Gwyddion, the physician, Terah and Alpha Damon. While the king’s presence was the most welcome, I barely got to spend any time with him because he was so hell bent on solving his murder to have time for anyone, or the zeal to discuss anything that didn’t move the case forward. The only other person who didn’t make me want to jump out of the window each time he opened his mouth to speak was Terah and unfortunately, Alpha Damon had punished him by sending him to find out the rest of what Gerald and Gaston had been saying before he had interrupted them. As he was our major security, sending him away wasn’t the wisest decision as now, anyone who was really desperate could come in, and if some
Silver:I rubbed the edges of the plain paper Alpha Damon had just given me, unable to write anything. I had so many things to tell my mother and sister and Victor, so many things that this paper could never contain. I didn’t want to talk to them only. I wanted to be allowed to see them touch them and assure them I was safe and well. However, I understood the position I was in and resignedly picked up the pen to write. Alpha Damon sat down beside me and watched me with curious eyes as I fought inwardly over how I would start the letter, and what exactly I would tell them. Of course I couldn’t tell them I was with werewolves. Even if they managed to believe me, they would be terrified and would start to think I had been forced to write to them and that my life was in danger.“Do you need me to leave?” Alpha Damon asked me when I still hadn’t written anything after over twenty minutes. “No, I don’t,” I said almost too quickly. I hadn’t sat down for this long with him in such a long ti
Alpha Damon:A whole week away from her just to mess it all up three minutes after I reconnected with her. What was it about her any way that made her irresistible to me, besides the fact she was my mate? Was it her set body? That pair of breasts that stood out and looked to be calling out to me, and her hips that swayed whenever she walked, making me want to come up behind her and touch them. She wasn't the only beautiful lady in the Kingdom though, so that couldn't be it. She was intelligent, quick witted and had a mind of her own, but that couldn't be it either. Or was it the fact that she could speak to me however she pleased without being scared if anything? I shook my head and banged the door. I was doing it again, thinking about her when I wasn't supposed to. Although her presence here was extremely important, she was nothing but an unwelcome distraction. Being around her made me unable to think straight, unable to control my body or do anything rationally. I wanted to be c
Silver:I never imagined that writing a letter to assure my family I was alive and well would be this difficult. There was a pile of scrunched-up papers on the floor next to me, papers I had written and destroyed because of how unnatural and faulty they all sounded. I had tried to leave hints of where I was in the first one but had only ended up confusing myself. Even if my family was able to decode that I was talking about werewolves, how would they be able to convince the rest of the clan to come to save me? And even if they did, their arrival here would only begin another war that would last for ages. The subsequent letters I wrote and tossed away didn’t go well either. Some of them did not sound like me at all and the rest sounded so mechanical, that my family would be scared I was in greater danger than I was and was only being forced to write to them. Now down to my tenth piece of paper, I didn’t know what else to write. I pictured my mother reading the letter and breaking dow