NERO’S POVBreath-taking, the only word I could describe the woman my eyes were glued on. The same word had a lot of meanings that were now dear to my heart like she was.It meant her personality, the one that was brave enough to love for as long as she did, holding on to her feelings hoping I would understand the truth and fall for her. And now I did. I fucking loved her more than anything in the world.It also meant her beauty, one that took my breath away each time I looked into her eyes whether she had makeup on or not, close to her or far at a distance. It hooked me, every single time.And if I was being truthful to myself, I could say that I was attracted to her when we first got married, I was just too bitter to believe or admit it.Athena walked into the room and I couldn’t help but feel jealous and proud at the same time. Jealous because every man and woman stared at my wife, but proud because they too could see what I saw in her and what I was seeing on her appearance.This
ATHENA’S POV Do your best they said. Give it your all. These were words I heard from the moment my parents and the Prince’s had us betrothed to each other, well sort of. The sort of marriage that happened in our world was one were you had to participate in the annual mating games, and survive. I couldn’t get behind why things just had to change, why couldn’t it be like it was before? Like the times were the Moon Goddess would do all the work of choosing a mate for a Werewolf? Back then, your wolf would sense the presence of your mate and inform you about them. Only those rejected or have rejected someone had to suffer from the pain. It wasn’t fair to those who were rejected, but that’s how it was. At least there was no bloodshed. A rejected wolf could die or go crazy obsessed enough to want revenge, killing those involved in the process. And of course, innocents had to die in the cross fire. But no, things had to change. I guess the moon goddess had grown lazy from her own duty
ATHENA’S POV My heart was pounding as I looked at Zara’s body on the ground. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. She was dead. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I looked up at Nero wondering what he would think of me now that I had taken down his beloved Zara. He in turn was staring down at me with hatred in his eyes, and I knew he blamed me for what had happened. I stared down at her lifeless body, my mind racing. What would happen now? Would Nero still want me, knowing that I had been responsible for Zara’s death? The crowd too fell silent for what felt like an eternity, stunned at what had just happened. I could feel all eyes on me, waiting for my reaction. But what were they expecting from me? What could I do? I looked around at the faces of the people in the crowd, too frozen to say or do anything only wondering what they thought of me now. Was I a hero or a villain? The silence made it hard to tell. But then cheers erupted, signalling the end of. The joyous noi
ATHENA I slowly opened my eyes, hearing the sounds of birds chirping. I felt groggy and pain shot through me as I tried to sit up. I looked around the room and noticed that I was in my chamber. I had no memory of being here. Did the fight not happen? At this thought, the memory of it hit me like a ton of bricks. For a moment, I thought it may have been just a bad dream, but the weight of the guilt confirmed that the incident had actually taken place. The sound of Zara's lifeless body hitting the ground echoed in my ears, and the horrified gasps of the crowd still rang in my head. I couldn't remember how I ended up in my chambers, but it hardly mattered. What mattered was that I had killed someone. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. The mating games were supposed to be a celebration of life and love, but now like other aggressive wolves, I too stained with blood and death. I slipped out of bed, the need to run filling my chest. There was no way I was going to stay and have an
ATHENA’S POV I stood in front of the mirror staring at the woman beautifully dressed not recognising her. She looked like a bride, ready for her groom but the look in her eyes shows nothing but pain. “Am I truly deserving of this? I did win the fight but is it really worth being with a man that would never love me?” I asked myself. The Queen who was seated behind me seems to have sensed my uncertainty. She smiled at me before standing to her feet and marching towards me. She’s elegantly dressed in a purple dinner gown, beaded with royal apparels that pronounced her beauty to anyone who saw her. She has been by my side since the beginning of the preparations, not leaving me or me her. I tried sometimes to find reasons to escape her for just a few minutes but she seems to always be ready for me. “You look beautiful darling; Nero is going to have his eyes glued on you.” She said staring at me through the mirror. “I’m so proud of you Athena, your parents would be too.” I felt tears s
NERO’S POV I stood facing the window, with hate filled in my heart. The feeling kept both a burning heat and a freezing coldness to it that made me wonder how they could even work together.To say I was shocked when I saw Athena walk down the aisle was an understatement. Although she looked gorgeous in her wedding dress, she should not have been in it in the first place. I remember how my breath hitched in my throat as I stared down her body, taking note of the gown she was dressed it that hugged her petite body perfectly, showing off her curves.I was not one to ever notice anything about her but in a bit to keep myself from running off the stage, I kept my eyes glued to her. It gave the guests the idea that I adored her and I know my eyes look it. “Just beautiful.” A thought escaped before I could suppress it.Every step she took reminded me that shit was about to get real. No one had to tell me that she was shaking in her steps, somehow I knew she was.I created images on Zara in
ATHENA’S POV To say I was humiliated by Nero would be an understatement. The way my body actively freezes in fear anytime he comes near me. The first week Zara passed, his emotions were well written on his face but now, he’s merely a shadow of his true self. The way he hides his emotions is as if he has been doing it for years that the practice has somewhat become his lifestyle. His eyes sure hold a fire in them, the type that was cold. I know he doesn’t care for me but hearing him say it out loud like that did hurt, it felt like he had his hand on my heart and clenched on it. I know things between us will be hard but maybe trying wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “I don’t care what my mother told you.” He said facing the window. “But I don’t want you in my room for any second longer. So this is what you will do, at night I want you gone. I don’t care where you sleep, but you will not be in this room at night with me. Understand?” His voice was harsh as he spoke and I didn’t need to l
NERO’S POV PREVIOUS NIGHT Zavier sat across from me in his living room. The house that once filled with voices and laughter was now only gloomy. My heart ached knowing that some part of it was my fault. It’s been a few days since the wedding and Zavier and I haven’t had much time to talk like I hoped we would. My father has now pulled me into more of the pack’s affairs. In his words, he said it was time for me to take over most of the deals like I wasn’t already doing so. I was already running things and doing the heavy work while he focused on the paper side of things. Zavier cleared his throat as he stared at me. “I expected you to come sooner.” He said his voice having some kind of accusation in it. “Pack work, Dad insisted.” I said curtly. “Or you were enjoying your time with your new bride forgetting the promise you made to me and my sister.” He said the accusation sounding more obvious now. “It was your job to get rid of her. You insisted you were going to be the one to do