Liliana’s POV
The mass graves stretch across the entire land. Where once was a place of refuge for the rogues now is a place of mourning. The early morning sun casts its radiant hue upon the shimmering stones where the names of those who had died here are inscribed. A rock once void of meaning now is a sombre canvas painted with the echoes of lost lives.
I walk to each and every one of the graves, my fingers tracing their names forever etched in stone. These are the people who had given me hope when all had been lost to me. These are the very people who had lost their lives to protect mine. These are the very people who died so that I could live.
I will never be able to atone them for all that they had sacrificed. It should have been me lying six feet underground.
I stop at the doctor’s tombstone and place a yellow rose on it. Then, I sit down beside her tombstone, near t
Liliana’s POVEvander's gaze lingers on mine, his soft eyes shattering the invisible fortress between us two. Our lips are tantalizingly close. The charged air begs for a connection, begs for our lips to meet but a sudden wave of guilt halts the moment. This is…this is wrong. I cannot, I must not.Quickly, I quickly pull away."I'm sorry, Evander. I can't do this," I apologize, stepping away from him and moving towards the coffee table, my eyes everywhere but on him.Evander turns around and leans against the wall behind him. "Is it because of Kaden? Or Landon? Or both?”I trace my fingers on the top of the table, where every touch feels cool and comforting. But my heart is not comforted. I do not want to see Kaden, neither do I want to lay my eyes on Landon. But I would be lying to myself if I said I do not think of them.
Liliana’s POV I chase what beast that is into the forest beyond, running across trees and tearing through branches. I see its tail as it speeds through the thick covers of the trees and I pick up speed. Hah! I’ve got you now! Or maybe not. My legs kick against a knotted branch and I tip over, my face landing on the ground and my body on spiders. I had spoken too soon. I look up, ready to pick up my race again and suddenly I see nothing. It is gone. The rogue wolf, the black wolf, gone. Damn! I smash my fist into the soft soil underneath me and let out a string of curses that would have mom rolling in her grave. I almost caught up with the rogue wolf or black wolf or whatever it is called. There is a hiss of what I suppose is a reptile. I glance around watching the stems of trees rise to the sky. I gaze at it, the night clouds up high and through little spaces see the moon's ambient light sparkling down on the grounds. My eyes face down again and what I thought to be a branch tur
Liliana’s POVI stand before Kaden's palace, a grand display and rigid evidence of the authority and legacy of his name. This, a result of the wealth and power he has gathered over the years, decades. I heard of stories told, stories of his grandeur, his might, his empire and power. I heard these stories growing up not knowing I would be a part of it and in the strangest of ways.Slowly, I make my way in. The men standing guard at the wrought iron gates see me and give a slight nod. They know who I am. How could I not? Kaden’s plaything, his bed warmer.Well, I am not his plaything any longer. I am the head of my pack now, I will not yield to Kaden’s demands like a meek little sheep like I once did.Taking in a deep breath, I nod back at the guards and they let me in.The courtyard is alive with a bustling harmony — merchants trading, servants weavin
Liliana’s POVKaden…he...he's kissing me.I can barely reason with my thoughts before my open palm surges through the air and connects with Kaden's cheek.SLAP! It goes and the resounding blow echoes through the room."How dare you?" I hiss through my gritted teeth. "After all you’ve done, you dare lay your lips on hands on mine?"Kaden's eyes darken and for a fleeting moment, I brace myself, expecting his hands to meet my body, hurting me the way I had just hurt him.But things turn out differently, very differently and Kaden strangely goes by a different tune."I...I..uhm," he rumbles off his lips, battling consistently as he struggles with his words. "I..I…um."Oh.He scratches his head, a sheepish grin attempting to mask the unfami
Liliana’s POVThoughts run through my head as I stare back and forth between the portrait and the photo in the locket. Perhaps I am overthinking things. Many people look alike, plus the photo in the locket is not that clear at all.Yet, my disquiet remains. Did Evander not say that his mother’s experiment failed? What if the rogue black wolf I saw in the forest was his mother? What if she had dropped the locket?I shake my head at the absurdity of my thoughts. It is true that her experiments may have gone awry, but is she not dead like what Evander said?I start to slip the locket back into my blouse when another thought enters my head. There are so many coincidences, way too many. My fingers trace the outline of the locket and I look at the hint of blue hues along with its intricate carving of a floral pattern, much like the one in the portrait. Surely there are many lockets out there with designs such as these?I shut my eyes, trying to remember the encounter with the black rogue in
Liliana’s POVThis feels like many times before.Landon swoops in to rescue me. He is breathing hard and so am I.“Are you alright?” Landon whispers.“Yes.”He holds me protectively, his eyes burning with a blend of anxiety and desire.A desire I cannot fulfil.Guilt flits through me, how can he be so protective of me when I have broken his heart countless times?I refuse to answer my own question. Quickly, I push him away, leaving him bereft and straighten myself. "I need to talk to you, privately," I say, my tone colder than the breeze that rustles through the garden.Landon’s warriors exchange glances and from the corner of my eyes, I can see the displeasure etched on their faces. His Beta, ever protective shifts his gaze towards me dangerously and his warriors silently take positions to strike at me. They do not like how I am ordering their Alpha, their king.They are loyal to him and I know without a doubt that they will strike me dead if Landon wills it so. But he lets the jav
Liliana’s POVI am back at mom’s old cottage, in the sanctuary of the Woodlands. All is quiet as I walk through the cream-coloured door, mom’s favourite colour when she was still alive. I enter the tiny kitchen, the room is sparse with only two chairs and a plain wooden dining table. The place is lit by a single lamp that has bad wiring. The light flickers as I slump into one of the chairs. I bite my lips and rest my head in my palm. My head gets heavy and dizzy almost immediately as the weight of governing both Woodlands and Azure sinks in. Once I had thought that with Anotonio, Bella and her mother out of the picture, things would have been easier. But now I know that I am wrong.Can I even do this? Can I guide the packs through this financial crisis and bring them a season of peace and prosperity that grandpa once did? I cannot even afford to pay taxes to Landon’s pack. I shake my head and pull at the roots of my hair. At this point I begin to doubt myself, the power I thought I
Landon’s POVThe expression ‘the impatience of youth’ is silly. The longer I live, the more impatient I become. True, if nothing much is happening, I can sit perfectly still and be content. Once I stayed in a forest for six months and hunted only on rabbits and squirrels. But as the years have gone by, I want what I want immediately.And right now, I want nothing more in the world than Liliana Ross.The memory of my failed negotiation with Liliana that day lingers with a bitter aftertase, it is a regret I am not willing to repeat.‘Seize this opportunity, this is your chance,’ my wolf, Liam, a primal force within me, speaks with a sense of urgency, his voice resonating in the depths of my consciousness. "Make her stay."Yes. Make her stay. I won't let her slip away this time.Anxiety courses through my veins as I prepare for Liliana's return. I rearrange the furniture in my study, moving the armchair from left to right and the desk from right before deciding to move them back to their