Little whisperer

Helena’s P.O.V.

“I love you, Helena!”

This was the last sentence that Carver said before dying, more precisely, before dying at my hands.

Love, hate, jealousy, anger, animosity, all emotions intertwined to seize the working of my brain, I lost the ability to believe in anything for a length of time.

Carver begged for a chance, his Lycan approached me to share his misfortunes. But still, all I could see was a rule-breaker, a person who blindly trusted dark magic.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t hurt, or that my whisperer ‘s duty was more important than my personal life. A part of my heart was dedicated to Carver, where he lived like a god, ruling over my intellect and reasoning. However, it lost its significance when it occurred to me.

I was again scammed by love!

For more than a decade, I had only yearned to be treated with love, even my mom repeatedly warned me about respect in a relationship. I made this mistake during my marriage to Zayden, taking him as a challenge