I grind my teeth together, feeling uneasy as I sat still on the bed. I have had sex before, with Alexander -Dhruv, yet this time around it seemed different. I didn't want to sleep with him, not after everything he had done. My hands went up to my cheeks the moment Dhruv stood at my front. I could feel sweat break out on my skin once his hands rested against my other cheeks. His eyes, which appeared soulless, didn't seem to focus on anything in particular. With the use of his second hand, he took my hands away from my cheeks before running a finger down it in a way that felt tender. "I sense your nervousness, Annalisa. I can even hear the rapid beat of your heart," he smirked, his fingers tracing a path down to my lips. I gasped, aware of the sound of my own racing heartbeat. "We have been physically intimate before, my dear Annalisa, and this encounter would be no different." But it would be different; those unspoken words weighed heavily on me, yet, fear prevented me from voicing
A whistle brought me back to reality. Did I end up in Gehenna? It didn't seem like it. The whistle I was hearing didn't sound like a product of Gehenna. It was heavenly, like a lullaby that could trap one in a beautiful sleep. It reminded me of the exact whistle I had heard from Alexander on the night of our wedding, before he had stopped time. But why? Why was I hearing Alexander's whistling? However, with how ethereal the whistle sounded, I was convinced the moon goddess had brought me to her abode. I felt a feathery feeling on my skin. I could tell someone was rubbing my body with a warm towel, but I didn't know who it was. Perhaps, it was a messenger of the moon goddess herself. My eyes were shut tightly and I was having a hard time pulling them open. With time, the whistle gradually subsided, and with great effort, I managed to pry my eyes open, taking in my newfound surroundings. I found myself in what appeared to be an ordinary room, lying on a bed in my most vulnerable state—
Sofia walked in through the door just as Lucan confirmed his identity. She was wearing a cloak, hands holding on to a basket filled with herbs. There was a look of relief on her face once she saw me. She dropped the basket to the floor and raced towards the bed, positioning herself next to Lucan Trinigad who had done well to remain quiet after his introduction. With tender concern etched onto her features, Sophia extended a slender hand to touch my swathed forehead, her voice infused with a soothing tone. "How do you fare now? Do you experience any alarming pain? I believe your omega nature will hasten the healing process." I remained quiet, unable to utter a word. Lucan's introduction had left me absolutely dumbfounded. I had a lot of questions to ask, but they just wouldn't leave my mouth. “Even after the birth of Amelia, Lucan never regained consciousness. He is the one I'm trying to revive. His body is in here,” those were Dhruv's words. So why was he with Sophia, and how was he
"How long have I been laying on the bed?""It's not even been up to two hours yet," I got a response back from Sophia who was helping me pick out a gown from her wardrobe. "You sustained a severe blow to your head. I could even see your brain. A normal werewolf would have died from an injury of such gravity, but I'm sure you managed to survive because you're an Omega. Also, you're lucky I found you just in time."I rolled my eyes away from Sophia, staring at Lucan who nonchalantly sat on the floor with his back against the wall. He still had his pocket knife in his hands and he was using it to pick his nails. "Do you not find it unsanitary to employ the same pocket knife that you used to peel an apple, for the purpose of cleaning your nails?""Focus on getting your injury healed," he smiled in a way that grated my nerves, his attention fixated on his fingers that looked absolutely clean from a distance. "I don't need to be coddled like a child."My eyes remained on him until Sophia th
There was tension in the air as we made our way out of the azure territory with Sophia in the lead. She was stealth, moving with accurate precisions, her footsteps barely making a noise. The white pack was quiet, the deadly type of quietness, and it alarmed me even more.Sophia stopped walking once we got to the trail that led to the blood moon pack. The trail was filled with an army of werebies scouting the area with Iblis in the lead. My heart skipped a beat, and I didn't miss the way Sophia's body quaked as she fell to the floor. "You both should bend, rest your back against the wall, we don't want them catching us," she advised. Lucan and I did exactly as she ordered, reclining to the grass floor with our back against the wall. I held the pair of nunchucks tightly in my hand, and the bottle of herbal concoction which Sophia had helped me with was wrapped safely underneath my cloak. My heart thudded as I watched the scary army of werebies, and I observed Iblis, once known as Alph
I was surprised to see the three male werewolves. They were Killian, Kyra's elder brother, Peter and Pierce, Penelope's younger brother. I moved towards them, immediately taking note of the marks on their faces. They were already connected to Dhruv, indirectly, having proved their loyalty by receiving those scars on their faces. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked, staring them in their face, and I could feel Sophia's uneasiness as she stood behind me with Lucan.Killian stepped forward and I noticed a sword in his hands. "Trying to escape the kingdom," he replied immediately. "What about Lily and Philip? Kyra's parents?" I questioned, looking back at the two brothers who had a solemn look on their faces. I didn't even need to hear it, but I could tell they'd been killed, and it was all because of me.I sighed. "You guys already have the mark of loyalty on your faces, you can't escape Dhruv," I made it clear to them, feeling pathetic that I couldn't help them. "Even if you plan
Killian volunteered to go first just in case there was a risk attached to the procedure. He was trying to keep Peter and Pierce safe. He sat on the floor, laying his back against the trunk of a tree, with his eyes closed. Lucan brought out one of his swords and gently used the sharpy tip to cut through the scar on Killian's face. I watched quietly with bated breath, while Peter and Pierce stood quietly by my side. Sophia remained on the horse, eyes set on Lucan as he performed what I'd call a surgery on Killian. Peter, displaying vulnerability, expressed his restlessness, clasping Pierce's hand tightly. "That looks immensely painful," Peter whispered, his voice tinged with worry. "I'm on tenterhooks." "Don't be," I said, staring at the both of them. I passed them a reassuring smile. "All would be well." They said nothing as they drifted their gaze back to Lucan who was now beginning to form a precision above Killian's scar. Killian winced audibly as a dark brick red stream of b
The ride to Eortí was a long one, and throughout the journey, I kept praying to the moon goddess to prevent us from encountering a werebie or any demon from Gehenna. We arrived at one of the packs in Eortí, and unlike the blood moon pack back in Trinigad, it felt totally deserted. I expected the place to be crawling with werebies, but it wasn't. It felt like a dead pack. A lost one. Our horses took us further into the pack, and I felt Peter's hand tighten around my waist. I could tell he was scared. I was scared also, but being around Sophia and the others somehow made me feel at peace. "How far is the palace from this pack?" I heard Lucan ask from behind. Sophia halted her horse on the path, her countenance addled as she intently scrutinized the log pose. In response, I brought my horse to a stop, as did Killian. I turned my head around to behold Lucan dismounting the horse while Killian remained atop. My gaze followed his strides as he moved towards Sophia whereupon he collecte