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Chapter 40 ~ Blue-Eyed Demon
Clinton EditsSo it happened! Cayden slept with Kayla— a sprouting story. lol. Poor Isla… Call me wicked. But it isn’t over yet. {evil laugh} And What do you think happened to Isla?
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{3rd Person POV}The skylight roof of the Ballroom was slowly being retracted and everyone was marveling at its glory— until an ear-piercing cry shot through the silence.Everyone swiveled in every direction but nobody could figure out what or who had made such a staggering sound, not until the Princess limply fell off the Dias and slammed into the ground. Everyone shot their gazes at the Dias while the Lord Alpha made up for his absent-mindedness by swiftly hauling Isla off the ground and into his arm.But almost immediately, he nearly dropped Isla as she started trembling roughly in his clasps. This was happening against the gazes of hundreds of subjects and everyone immediately became confused with the sight.Guards and Generals had already circled the scene to assist the Lord Alpha who was still trying to contain trembling Isla in his strong grip. While this happened, the Lord Luna stood in a corner with shock and panic written all over her expression.Kayla and Cayden casually w
His Regret Chapter 42 ~ Scared Of Me?
{Isla’s POV} It had been dark, void, and scary. But I wasn't dead. I had been very much alive— I had been alive in pain, anguish, and angst. I don’t know where any of those three had come from but they had struck me like ball lightning. I had been standing gracefully on the Dias with my Father and Mother, faking a huge smile that I had shone to the gleeful crowd that had been before me before a sudden surge crashed into me and I fell. Then it became dark, void, and scary. I was in my Dad’s embrace now—blood stained with ragged clothes, but I didn’t know how I got there because I couldn’t remember a fucking thing! All I could remember was the pain, the anguish, and the angst. I was confused, but my confusion was nothing like my weakness as I stood, shakily leaning against my Dad with heavy pants pouring out my chest. You would think I ran twelve miles twelve times in twelve minutes. About fifty people surrounded me now, and even though they were staring at me like I had jus
His Regret Chapter 43 ~ Raspy Old Voice
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His Regret Chapter 44 ~ Painful Scorn
{Isla’s POV} Even after two years, my ears were still very familiar with that one voice. The raspiness of it struck me with memories from that night. But meeting an old friend or foe was the least of my concerns. I needed this agony, this pain to stop! I was the Princess of the Nation but I was going Rogue in my own body. I could hear my father’s deep voice shifting closer to me. Only he would have the boldness to approach the chaos that was me. I didn’t know why, but his confidence fueled my angst. I suddenly didn’t fancy his proximity so I growled and threw myself everywhere— slamming the ground and digging the walls with my shoulder. I could hear alarmed screams filling the air so that it seemed like a Whirlwind had consumed the area. I was that Whirlwind. “Do something!” I could hear my Dad bawl from a corner. “You must get him!” The Witch voiced. “Who?” My Dad asked, audibly confused but then their voices sank into the noise of the havoc I was creating. The sound of furn
His Regret Chapter 45 ~ Healing Hands
{Isla’s POV} I took my bath for the second time today and changed into some new clothes. My former ones were ruined because of… I don’t even know how to describe what had happened. Thankfully, the Old Witch Lady was about to explain. We were about to go to her now. Cayden was outside my room waiting. He was my escort as instructed by the Witch lady. Her words. “Let the handsome hunk hold the girl.” I had given Cayden that name, “handsome hunk”. But let's ignore the fact that the Witch uses it to mock me. No one had understood why The Old Witch lady had instructed Cayden to hold me but not could object since the Witch seemed like the only one who understood any of this. For this cause, I would permit Cayden’s touch even though it would burn me and I hated the idea to my bones. Cayden’s a Monster and last night’s steamy session with my sister is proof of this. I fucking saved your mother from burning and you repay me by sleeping with my sister? How— Okay, I’m deviating here.
His Regret Chapter 46 ~ I'll Explain
{Isla’s POV} My Dad shot to his feet, that Kingly reflex. The rest of us slowly joined my Dad on our feet as we watched panting Ralph halt before him. “What do you mean Rogues near the Palace.” My Dad voiced, visibly enraged as his muscles stiffened and his claws dug slightly out. He stood taller than Ralph and his annoyance poured out in waves. Ralph noticed this and trembled. “Over at Opal Pack, Your Highness. Rogues have attacked and they are setting everything on fire!” Ralph voiced. That sent a wave of panic on everyone as we all flinched in our own ways. What had gone down at GreyHill, Cayden’s Pack, was about to come down on Opal Pack. Everyone knew this. I wonder if Cayden would finally believe me now. But if he doesn’t, that’s his problem. My Dad bawled some words in anger. He was already making his way out so I couldn’t hear him. But I was sure he had said something like. ‘Gather the Warriors’. Or ‘Assemble everyone at the fields’. Or ‘Prepare for battle’. One o
His Regret Chapter 47 ~ I Don’t Trust Him
{Isla’s POV} So I might have chatted with a Witch for a whole evening. But since we had been in a Meeting Hall, I might as well call it a meeting. In fact, it should be called a meeting, with or without a meeting hall, because the contents of our dialogue were weighty enough to be tagged ‘important’. Finally, I understood the severity of the situation I had gotten myself into. You would think that being Cursed is the worst that can happen to you until you’re told that your deliverer was the same person that caused you to be cursed in the first place. Fate is really playing games with me. I know I had once played a similar game, but I’m done. I don’t want to play reckless games anymore. The Ugly Old Witch had said getting with Cayden would fix everything and I had replied to her with 15 words. “I would prefer to die of this torment than to get back with that Monster.” Count it. It’s fifteen words, and I meant every single one of them. Getting back with Cayden would be a to
His Regret Chapter 48 ~ Done Playing Tit For Tat
{Isla’s POV} I took my time turning around to meet him. I already knew who I was expected to see. “What did you say?” I asked as my eyes met his. He didn’t spare a second of silence. “I said, I think it would be better if we took the North paths. We can catch up to the Rogues faster.” He said, his tone cold. He wasn’t scared of me and he wanted me to know it. Well, I didn’t want him to fear me. I just wanted him to stay the fuck away from me, but it seems that hope is already tarnished. Sigh. “General Cayden. I believe I didn’t ask you for your suggestion or contribution to the mapping schemes for this mission. So I’ll advise you, for future sake, to keep your mouth shut and focus on following my orders.” I dumbed the words on him and continued to the supplies table, leaving him there standing. I didn’t want to get too angry. Intense emotions, the Witch had warned, could get my tantrums fired up. I hissed at his guts as I packed up my bag. There were chips and cracker snacks
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