CHAPTER 218~3RD PERSON'S POV~“I’m really sorry, Geoffrey. I'm here for you if you need me,” Robbert said, placing his left palm on Geoffrey’s shoulder. He had a concerned expression on his face, and his heart was filled with worry for his best friend. They both sat on a bench along the street in front of the wedding hall. An ambulance had arrived, and people were gathered there. “Thank you, Lord Robbert,” Geoffrey said softly. He turned to the other end of the street and saw Edith sitting by herself on a bench opposite theirs.“It looks like Edith couldn't handle the shock very well either. Corina was a close friend to her, so she needs your support now more than I do. You should go comfort her,” Geoffrey said.Robbert let out a sigh. “Alright then, I'll see you later,” he said, then got off his seat. He shook hands with Geoffrey, then crossed the street to be with Edith. As he got closer to her, he saw that she was crying. He sat beside her and reached for her hand. Edith quickly
CHAPTER 219 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “Robbert, you don't have to do this, please,” Edith said, trying to convince Robbert not to fight his father. She held his right hand tightly, begging him to stand down, but his mind was already made. “Edith, if I don't do this now, this man will never respect me or you. I have to show him what I'm truly capable of. I can't let anyone harm you, not after all you've done for me and this pack,” Robbert said, his brows furrowing as he stared at his father with contempt in his eyes. Lord Dragnon had taken off his fur coat and shirt, leaving only black leather trousers that almost resembled armor. “Today, boy, you're going to show me what you can really do. If you do not win this fight and become alpha of the Night-Howl Pack, you will be banished for life, and your love will be executed,” Lord Dragnon said. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, old man, fighting with your child over an issue such as this? Please, just take me. You don't have to fight
CHAPTER 220~3RD PERSON’S POV~“Ughh,” Robbert groaned softly as his eyes opened. He rose from the ground slowly, gently massaging the back of his head as he felt a strong headache coming up. He scanned through his surroundings and saw lifeless bodies laying around in the sand. The sand was tainted with the blood of warrior wolves and rogues—it seemed they had just fought a war here.“What is this place?” Robbert asked softly, looking very puzzled. Robbert turned to his left and saw Geoffrey lying lifelessly on the ground with a hole in his chest. He gasped and stepped away from the body. He turned back to the battleground and realized exactly where he was.“This is...” he was about to say.“Your last battle? Yes.” A bold male voice sounded.Robbert turned to a large cloud of dust and saw the rogue king slowly walk out of it with his hands behind his back.“No way; you're already dead. How can you be here?” Robbert asked with shock on his face. “Look around you, Robbert; how can any
CHAPTER 221~3RD PERSON’S POV~“So... what exactly happened?” Geoffrey asked. He and Robbert sat on a bench along a street in Mystic Meadow early in the morning. The street was very busy at this time of the day as coaches and passersby moved around quickly, heading to their place of work. The sounds of murmuring, and the repeated click-clacking of high-heels on the ground filled the air.“My father and I got into a fight, and I beat him,” Robbert replied. He stared at the ground unendingly; his voice sounded a little disturbed, and he looked very unrelaxed. “What was the fight about?” Geoffrey asked, sounding very concerned. His friend looked very down and unwell.“It was about...” He hesitated. He couldn't continue that sentence because he knew that telling Geoffrey about Edith being responsible for the deaths that had been happening recently would ruin his friendship with him permanently—that was the last thing he wanted.He turned to Geoffrey slowly and said, “It was about my ambi
CHAPTER 222~3RD PERSON'S POV~“Whoa, that was a really long and heartbreaking story. Lord Robbert didn't recover his memory until the day he died?” Mary asked. “No, Mary. And if it wasn't for your aunt, Miss Nicole, I wouldn't have recovered mine. I didn't know that the consequence of healing someone I loved would be to lose my memory of everything that had to do with our relationship—how we met and our life together—all lost. I don't regret saving his life, though; even if I knew the consequences, I would have done the same thing,” Edith replied.“There were times when he'd say he was sure he knew me somehow, or he'd seen me somewhere before, but couldn't remember where or when. He struggled with his memories until it almost drove him insane. I grew very worried about him; for some reason, even though I didn't remember him as a lover, I knew I had to stay by him through his remaining days. He finally died after he brought Anaya home, and there was nothing I could do to help,” Edith
CHAPTER 223~3RD PERSON’S POV~“What?! You want to kill me because of a boy I don't even know exists? Are you crazy?” Mary asked, sounding very shocked by Herculia's words.“You know he exists, you just don't know that he's into you. I figured he would lose interest in you after what you did to Firgatten, but the fool still hasn't... yet,” Herculia said.“Who are we even talking about?” Mary asked.“I’m not gonna tell you that. You'll ruin my chances of ever getting to be with him. The fact that he was too afraid to confess to you directly gave me hope that I might one day have the chance to be with him. But until today, he still believes he'll meet you again somehow and hit it off. Ughhh!!” Herculia said, sounding very frustrated.“Wow, I'm still really shocked that this side of you exists,” Mary said, looking very baffled.“My girly side? It's a very weak and vulnerable side of me that I like to keep hidden in the deepest, darkest parts of my heart. Everyone thinks I'm this jerk wit
CHAPTER 224~3RD PERSON’S POV~“You told me things would get better if I changed the rules and became a nicer person. Nothing changed,” Cynthia said, crying profusely with her forehead resting on the table. “Hey, I didn’t think it was this serious. It seems there’s someone who wants you dead, whether you’re a good person or not. We're going to have to report this case to the alpha immediately so he can send his warrior wolves to investigate,” Marie said, trying her best to comfort her.“No! Please, not the alpha. He’ll take my position as assistant head maid away from me for my own safety. If that happens, my enemies will finally get the chance to treat me like I treat them—like pests,” Cynthia said, raising her head quickly. She leaned forward and said softly, “You have to help me, Marie. I’ll do anything you ask of me; just help me this once.”“Hmmm,” Marie pondered on her words for a moment. This girl in front of Marie was nothing short of a proud little demon, and she disliked he
CHAPTER 225~3RD PERSON’S POV~Clarabelle walked around the gardens with a large basket filled with laundry hanging from her right arm. She greeted the maids who worked on the rose bushes with a radiant smile on her face, and they all responded likewise. Clarabelle wasn’t in her usual maid’s uniform today; today she wore a short red dress, tied an apron around her torso, and wore a colorful piece of cloth around her head. She walked over to some lines on the garden’s far end and gently placed her basket on the ground. She began humming as she picked up the white sheets in the basket one by one and threw them over the lines. Ever since the war ended, Clarabelle acted a lot differently than she did before. Before the war, she was a lot more vibrant and energetic, and enjoyed laughing a lot, but now she barely spoke and loved to spend time alone. She quietly did all her chores alone and went to bed alone.As she stared at the white sheet in front of her, a memory flashed in her head.