DrakeAs I made my way back to my chambers, I could feel the grime of the day clinging to my skin. The need for a bath was time-sensitive, but I knew it would have to wait. My thoughts were consumed by the events of the day, and the conversation I needed to have with Zelda. I knew she would be angry, but I was determined to make her understand I had to attend to something urgent. I pushed open the door to my chambers, bracing myself for the confrontation to come.My chambers were empty, and I realized Zelda must be in her rooms. I would have to explain everything to her, but first I needed to bathe. I quickly stripped off my clothes and stepped into the bath, letting the warm water wash over me. As I scrubbed the grime from my skin, my mind drifted to what had happened earlier. I wondered where Zelda had gone, and if she would be willing to listen to me. I rose from the bath and wrapped myself in a towel, then made my way to the wardrobe.I quickly pulled on a clean shirt and breeche
ZeldaI tried to open my eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut. Finally, I forced them open and blinked, trying to adjust to the darkness. I realized that I was in a cell, the stone walls were damp and cold. My wrists were bound with coarse rope, my feet tied together. I wriggled, attempting to free myself, but the rope held fast. My heart began to race as I wondered how I had gotten here. Then, the sound of footsteps in the hall outside the cell made my blood run cold.I struggled to clear my mind, to focus on what had happened. I could remember being in my chambers, reading the letter. But thereafter, everything was a blur. I attempted to piece it together, but the harder I tried, the more my head pounded. And I was so thirsty, my throat was parched. I called out, hoping someone would hear me. But no one came. My heart sank, my body trembling. I was alone, trapped in this cell. And I had no idea how I had gotten here.I berated myself for letting my anger get the best of m
DrakeI swallowed hard, my eyes wide as I read the letter. “Beside you is a small box wrapped with something,” it said. My heart raced as I looked down and saw the small package. I reached for it, my hands shaking. My mind raced, wondering what it could be. Slowly, I unwrapped the package, my heart pounding. I opened the box, and my blood ran cold. Inside was my Zelda’s head, her eyes wide and vacant. I felt like I was going to be sick, the world spinning around me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.I let out a bloodcurdling scream, causing Madeline, my beta, and Zelda's father to rush inside. “What is it?” they both asked, their faces full of worry. But I was in shock, unable to speak. My eyes were still fixated on the contents of the box, unable to look away. The room started to spin as I struggled to catch my breath. I felt like I was going to pass out, my mind racing with thoughts of what this could mean. “Can you please tell us what's wrong?” Madeline pleaded, but I was fr
Zelda“Amelia,” I whispered, the word catching in my throat. “How dare you,” she said, her voice low and threatening. Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face. The sting of her hand was a shock, and I almost fell to the ground. But I managed to keep my balance, though my head was spinning. “How dare you pronounce my name in your dirty mouth, you bitch,” she hissed, her eyes full of hatred. I knew that I was in serious trouble.It had never occurred to me that Amelia, of all people, would resort to something as extreme as kidnapping. I had known she had an unhealthy obsession with Drake, but I never thought she would take it this far. I had always considered her to be a kind and caring person who was just obsessed, someone who would never stoop to such a level. But now, I was faced with the reality that my perception of her had been wrong. I had been betrayed, and the worst part was that I never saw it coming. I should have known better than to trust her, but I had
DrakeIt was strange — usually the Mind-link connection between myself and Amelia was instantaneous and effortless. But now, I struggled to reach her, feeling a strange block that I had never experienced before. It was as if something were standing in the way, a barrier that I couldn't breach. Could it be possible she had betrayed me? That would explain why I couldn't reach her through the Mind link. It was said that when one cannot reach any pack member he or she has committed an atrocity, except if the person is your mate, then the person is in trouble or has betrayed the pack members.“Go get me Amelia,” I said to my beta, my voice low and urgent. He nodded, turning to go without another word. “Why do you need Amelia?” Madeline asked, her voice dripping with disdain. I ignored her, my gaze fixed on the door as I waited for my beta to return. I felt drained, my strength sapped by whatever was preventing me from reaching Amelia through the Mind link. A part of me was afraid of wh
ZeldaA surge of anger rose within me, and before I could stop myself, I spat in her face. A look of fury flashed across her eyes, but I didn't care. I felt powerless, and helpless in this situation. The only thing I could think of was to lash out in some way, and this was the only thing I could do. I watched as she wiped the spit from her face, her hand shaking with rage. But still, I didn't care. I just wanted to scratch her face, to make her feel the way I felt. I could feel the tension in the air, the violence threatening to break out.She grabbed the belt from her waist, holding it tightly in her hand. I braced myself for what was to come. The belt cracked against my skin, the pain searing through me. But I didn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything, except for the grief that consumed me. She had taken my child away from me, a child I had never even met. I felt a deep, searing pain in my heart, a pain that no amount of physical pain could ever compare to. My entire world had been
DrakeI slammed my shoulder into the door, feeling the wood crack and splinter under the force of my impact. The door burst open, and I stumbled into the room. And there she was, my sweet Zelda, bound and gagged, her face covered by a hood. My heart stopped, my blood running cold. I rushed to her, pulling the hood off her head. Her eyes were wide with terror, her skin pale and drawn. “Zelda,” I gasped, my voice breaking. I untied her hands and feet, my hands shaking with fear and adrenaline.I held Zelda close, her body trembling in my arms. I could feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, against my chest. As my guards apprehended the culprit, I gently stroked Zelda's hair, trying to soothe her. Her skin was clammy, her eyes hollow. As I held her, I noticed the bloodstains on her clothes, the fabric torn and ragged. I pressed my face to her hair, breathing in the familiar scent of her, trying to reassure myself that she was still here, still alive.“Zelda,” I said, my voice shaking.
ZeldaI struggled to open my eyes, as if something was holding them shut. But I forced them open, wincing as the world spun around me. The room was a blur of colors and shapes, my vision distorted. I closed my eyes again, the effort of keeping them open too much to bear. A moment later, I tried again, this time forcing myself to focus on one thing at a time. My head was pounding, a dull ache behind my eyes. Slowly, the world began to come into focus.I felt a hand on my arm, helping me to sit up. I opened my eyes, meeting the concerned gaze of Drake. “Be careful,” he said, his voice soft and gentle. “You have been through a lot.” I let out a small smile, grateful for his support. I leaned back against the pillows, closing my eyes again. I could feel the exhaustion weighing me down, my body still trembling from the ordeal. I let my mind drift, trying to relax.The memories came rushing back to me. The pain, the terror, the fear. And then, the betrayal. I sat up, my eyes blazing. “Whe