I watched them in silence, my patience wearing thin as they remained frozen, caught in a moment of disbelief. It seemed like their words were imprisoned in their throats, and I couldn't help but view them with growing disdain as they appeared to be nothing more than cowards. A frown creased my brow at their behavior. It struck me that just a few months ago, they might have felt in control and perhaps even forgotten the extent of my true power. However, now they stood before me, their mouths tightly sealed, seemingly driven by the fear of invoking my wrath. Their silence seemed like an act of cowardice to me. "Mendez?" I called, my expression quizzical with one eyebrow arched. My attention shifted to the oldest among the group, a man who appeared to be over a hundred years old, with gray patches in his hair. "Alpha Hawthorne," he responded, and I waited with anticipation, hoping for a satisfactory explanation of what I had just heard. Upon learning from Ryan about the council's atte
He regarded me with an air of indifference, his gaze sweeping across the room before returning to me, his expression now tinged with concern. “How are you holding up?” he asked, unfolding his arms and taking a step closer.Remaining seated at the edge of the table, I rubbed my temple, my eyes closing as I frowned and my jaw clenched in irritation. Impatience coursed through me. I wasn’t one to tolerate my time being wasted and awaited his response with growing restlessness."I'm fine, just get to the point," I urged him, and he nodded in agreement. As he drew closer, his hand delved into his pocket, retrieving a folded paper which he handed to me.I gazed at the paper, my curiosity piqued as I extended my hand to accept it. I gave Ryan a questioning look. "What's this?" I inquired, but he gestured for me to look at it. Following his cue, I unfolded the paper and stared down at it in utter disbelief.It was a letter from Aurora! I looked back up at him, my mouth opening and closing in
-AURORA’S POV-The sound of a baby's cry jolted me awake from my slumber. I saw Ruth, holding the crying infant and gently trying to rock him back to sleep. However, her efforts seemed to be in vain, as the child continued to cry. The moment her gaze met mine, a sigh of relief escaped her lips."Finally," she exclaimed as she approached me. I extended my hand towards the child. As he slipped into my embrace, he gazed up at me with his blue eyes and let out a gentle chuckle.I smiled, and as I reached out, he grabbed a handful of my hair. "Thank you, Ruth," I expressed with heartfelt appreciation, giving her a grateful glance. She returned the smile and gave a gentle nod before taking a seat beside my bedside. “How are you feeling now?” she asked me as her hand clasped mine while her eyes stared at me with genuine concern lingering in them.It had been weeks since I gave birth to Xavier, the name I had chosen for my child. Diego and Ruth expressed a mixture of happines
I stepped out of the car, cradling Xavier in my arms as he slept soundly. My body ached from being seated for so long in the cramped space, and I could feel my joints and muscles protesting with every movement. Diego walked over to me as I gazed at the building before us.It was the part of the manor assigned to me as the head maid. It appeared desolate and devoid of life, except for a few butterflies that danced around the gardens and the birds that perched in the trees, filling the air with their cheerful chirps."Do you like it?" he inquired, and as I turned to look at him, I could sense a tinge of disappointment in his expression as he observed the condition of the place. "I would have chosen a better one for you..." he added, his voice tinged with regret."It's perfect," I interjected, cutting him off while offering an assuring smile. Although the building appeared old and showed signs of wear and tear, it was nothing that couldn't be overlooked, and besides, it wasn't as if it w
Before anyone could say another word, she dashed toward me, enveloping me in a tight hug and wrapping her tiny arms around my waist. As my hand gently brushed her hair, I couldn't help but wonder how she had ended up here, as a slave. I noticed the expressions of surprise on the faces of the slaves and the questioning look from Diego, but I wasn't perturbed.The little girl's grip around my waist tightened as if she feared I would disappear once more. “Please don't leave me again," she pleaded, her words filled with sobs. I raised my head to meet the gaze of the onlookers, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion, with murmurs filling the room.‘Bella, what are you doing here?" Diego inquired, his face showing signs of anger, ready to surface. He walked toward me and knelt down to Bella's eye level. "Who brought you here?" he asked, directing his question at Bella, who looked at him with a mixture of fear and hesitation."Uncle Diego," Bella began, trying to wipe away her
—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV—The bar section was nearly empty, with me being the only one left. I made the decision to have a drink and attempt to clear my head, as thoughts of Aurora continued to occupy my mind. I had chosen to visit one of the most luxurious hotels in the area, and I was resolute in my decision.All the methods I had tried to forget Aurora seemed futile, and I was well aware that the only way I could numb the pain was by getting drunk. I craved a night of heavy drinking, a brief relief from the torment in my heart.My hand held a glass of wine, and I took a deep sip, finishing the contents before placing the glass back on the table. I furrowed my brows and sighed as I couldn't help but think about her.I was battling with an unfamiliar feeling, one I couldn't quite understand. It wasn't love; it felt more like guilt, pain, and an unending suffering that wouldn't stop. I was no longer the confident Alpha that made everyone scatter in fear at the mere sight o
He nodded and, placing the phone back into his pocket, held the car door open for me. I settled into the passenger's seat, and he took his place in the driver's seat. As I glanced at him through the rearview mirror, I couldn't help but notice his cold and distant gaze."Do you think she is the cause of all this?" he asked, starting the engine, and we sped toward our destination."That, I do not know, but I believe she might have some information," I replied, and he nodded with a look of understanding on his face.Soon, we arrived at a building that, in contrast to mine, appeared rather unremarkable. However, it was heavily guarded. Initially, the guards moved to stop us, but one glance at Ryan left them trembling in fear, much to my amusement.They gave us a pass, and we drove into the premises. As soon as we parked and I stepped out, I stared at the building, trying to take in its details. It was quite spacious from the inside and had an air of tranquility. This was the first time I
—3rd person pov— As the sun gave way to a crescent moon in the sky, it shone brightly, casting a different kind of illumination. The air grew colder, and patches of fog began to form, creating a mystical atmosphere. A wolf darted through the forest, its brown eyes gleaming with a trace of cold determination. It moved swiftly, and soon, a pack of other wolves joined in the pursuit. Their powerful paws left distinct prints on the ground as they chased after their prey. The lone wolf reached a cliff's edge, coming to an abrupt halt as it encountered a dead end. There was nowhere else to go, and it understood that taking another step would lead to certain death as it would plunge down the steep mountainside. The wounded wolf, its injuries apparent, turned to face the leader of the pursuing pack. Its eyes glared at the dominant wolf with a mix of anger and resignation, ready to confront its fate. The tall, obsidian-black wolf loomed over the injured wolf, a clear display of dominance.