Chapter Fifty

As each passing minute passed, the more I got to know about Dhruv's abilities, and it was scary knowing how powerful he was. Perhaps, it was indeed doom for the whole werewolf races. Perhaps, the moon goddess had decided to abandon us due to my own foolishness.

Before leaving the Colosseum with me thrown over his shoulder, Dhruv had ordered Asmodeus and Iblis to summon the other four demons from Gehenna. As far as I knew it, the world was now in their hands.

His prisoner; that was what Dhruv had referred to me once he shackled me down in his basement. The cold chain metals clamped tightly around my wrist and ankles were ladened with wolfsbane, but thankfully due to my nature as an Omega I was immune to it. As I sat, shackled to the floor, I couldn't stop thinking about how the night had taken a turn for the worse. What started with a duel ended up being the worst revolution in history by a god, and I was all to blame.

There weren't anymore tears to cry as I thought about everything