Elaine’s POV Killian's eyes blazed with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine as he stood beside Leah, his newly-minted mate. The air crackled with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken accusations and bitter betrayal.My heart pounded in my chest as I watched him, helpless and mute, unable to defend myself against the onslaught of accusations hurled my way. Not that it would have change anything. Leah's voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a dagger, her words dripping with venom as she accused me of heinous crimes I had not committed. How she must be rejoicing in her head. “Killian, my love," she purred, her tone saccharine sweet yet laced with malice, "you must believe the guards. They saw Elaine with their own eyes, lurking in the shadows like the wicked human witch she is."I felt a surge of panic rise within me as I met Killian's steely gaze, silently pleading for him to see the truth behind Leah's lies. But his expression remained impassive, his feature
Elaine’s POV Tears streamed down my cheeks in silent protest, my voice lost amidst the clamor of their cruelty. With trembling hands, I raised my arms in a feeble attempt to shield myself from the barrage of ridicule raining down upon me, but it was futile."Please... stop," I pleaded, my words choked with emotion in my head, they won’t hear me. Only I could hear myself. But my silent cries fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the raucous laughter and taunts that surrounded me. Each tear that fell felt like a dagger to my heart, a painful reminder of my helplessness in the face of their relentless assault.But still, they showed no mercy, their laughter growing louder and more derisive with each passing moment. They revealed in my suffering, feeding off my pain like wolves to a wounded prey, their mocking voices echoing off the walls of the hall.I felt myself crumbling beneath the weight of their scorn, my spirit battered and bruised, but still defiant in the face of their cruelty. Th
Killian’s POVI cautiously entered my brother's study, a sense of dread washed over me at the sight that greeted my eyes. I had to blink twice. I might be known to be ruthless but seeing my family’s bodies on the floor did something to me. There, on the floor, lay both my mother and brother, their bodies contorted in agony, foam spilling from their mouths. The acrid smell of wolfsbane hung heavy in the air, its toxic presence unmistakable.Questions raced through my mind in a frantic whirlwind. How did this happen? How had they been poisoned? And why hadn't they detected the deadly herb in whatever they had consumed?My heart clenched with fear and disbelief as I knelt beside them, desperate to find any sign of life amidst the stillness that surrounded me. Something weird jerked in my heart at the sight of them like this. But as I reached out to touch them, a cold realization settled over me like a shroud. They were gone, their lives stolen from them by a silent killer that lurked i
Elaine’s POV The guards seized me roughly, their grip like iron shackles as they dragged me along the cold, stone corridor. I offered no resistance, my limbs feeling leaden and useless as they hoisted me like a mere sack of grain. With each step, the weight of my helplessness bore down on me like a suffocating blanket. I didn't bother to struggle or protest; what was the use? I was nothing more than a pawn in their game, a human amongst wolves, destined to be cast aside and forgotten.They ushered me into the dank depths of the dungeon, a chill swept through me, sending shivers down my spine. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, a tangible reminder of the darkness that lurked within these walls.I cast a fleeting glance around the dimly lit chamber, taking in the grim surroundings with a sense of resignation. There was no escape from this prison, no reprieve from the relentless torment that awaited me at every turn.In the eyes of these creatures, I was nothing mo
Elaine’s POV We reached our destination, a wave of dizziness washed over me, threatening to pull me into the depths of unconsciousness. Despite my efforts to remain alert, my vision blurred and my limbs grew heavy, the strain of the day's ordeals finally taking its toll.With a barely audible gasp, I felt myself slipping away, the world around me fading into darkness as my consciousness ebbed away. The last thing I heard before succumbing to oblivion was the murmur of voices, distant and muffled, as Killian spoke to the guards in hushed tones.Though the words eluded me, their somber tones echoed in the recesses of my mind, a haunting reminder of the precarious situation in which I found myself. Darkness enveloped me, I relinquished myself to its embrace, the promise of respite from the turmoil that plagued my waking hours offering a fleeting solace amidst the chaos. I want it all quiet even just for a little while. With a commanding tone, Killian instructed the guards to secure t
Killian’s POV With a heavy heart and a resolve born of newfound determination, I returned to the grand hall, where the weight of responsibility hung heavy in the air like a shroud of sorrow. As the only living royal remaining, I knew that the burden of justice now fell squarely upon my shoulders, and I would not shirk from its weight.Stepping into the center of the hall, I addressed the assembled throng with a voice that rang out clear and unwavering, despite the turmoil that churned within me. I have done this countless times but this feels very different. "People of the realm," I began, my words echoing off the stone walls with a solemn resonance. "It grieves me deeply to stand before you today, for we have suffered a great loss."A hushed silence fell over the crowd as I recounted the tragic events that had befallen our kingdom, the treachery and betrayal that had torn apart the fabric of our once-proud dynasty. But as I spoke, a steely resolve settled over me like a mantle of
Elaine’s POV Consciousness slowly seeps back into my weary mind, I found myself hovering in that hazy space between dreams and reality. The remnants of my slumber clung to me like cobwebs, tugging at the edges of my consciousness with a stubborn insistence.Blinking groggily, I struggled to shake off the last vestiges of sleep, my mind still shrouded in the fog of dreams. But even as I reached out to grasp hold of the fading threads of memory, one image remained stubbornly vivid, etched into the fabric of my mind like a brand.It was her—the goddess from my dream. The very embodiment of all that I despised and feared, her presence looming large in the recesses of my mind like a specter of darkness. The memory of our encounter sent a shiver down my spine, the echoes of her words ringing in my ears with a haunting clarity. That evil goddess they worship like she is their life. Well she is theirs. Anger surged within me, a fierce and primal fury that burned hot and bright in the depths
Killian’s POV After the hot water had washed away the physical and emotional grime of the past few days, I stepped out of the shower feeling slightly more human than I had in a long while. Not that I want to feel human when I’m not. I have their body but I am not a human. Far from it. With a towel wrapped around me, I padded across the cool tiles of the bathroom floor and made my way to the bed. My mind is in chaos but I am forcing myself to be in the present. Exhaustion weighed heavily on my limbs, dragging at my eyelids and clouding my thoughts with a thick fog of weariness. The events of the past few days had taken their toll on me, both physically and mentally, and all I wanted now was to escape into the oblivion of sleep.With a weary sigh, I sank down onto the soft mattress, the cool sheets a welcome relief against my overheated skin. I buried my face in the pillows, inhaling the faint scent of clean linen and lavender, and let myself drift into unconsciousness.For how long