Fifty-Five Naomi Werewolves scare me. Majorly, what they were willing to do for power, and who they didn't mind throwing under the bus. As Clinton, one of Seth's most trusted guard brought me clothes to change in, and a book and pen to write on, for me, I knew Seth was in danger. Imagine being surrounded with people who wanted you dead? Leaving my beautiful red dress, a dress that signified a hope that was trampled on, on the floor for Seth to see when he came to look for me and found out I wasn't there. Xander also said I should write a note, hence the book and pen. "The path for your escape is clear. Finish up so we can be on our way." Clinton said and I couldn't prevent myself from glaring at the traitor. "He trusted you." Clinton smirked, "That's his mistake. Now hurry up, slut. Unless you want to be killed." I opened my mouth to say some nasty things, but Xander shut me up by thanking Clinton, as if he didn't just call his sister a slut. What did I expect? Out of all
Fifty-SixNaomiMy head spun as I regained consciousness, my head throbbing and pulsing as my lids struggled to open and adjust to the light.The bed under me was the softest thing I had ever felt, and I snuggled closer into the pillow, momentarily forgetting my headache.Momentarily forgetting the hell my life turned into in the span of twenty four hours. My eyes opened wide as every single thing came rushing back with the force of a hurricane, and my chest constricted as the sight of Seth's eyes losing the life in them flashed back like a bad dream.Only it wasn't a bad dream. Seth was actually killed by my brother.A scream left my lips as I remembered, and I scrambled to my feet, momentarily losing my balance, then falling to the hardwood with a loud thud, the pain shooting through my body.Tears welled up in my eyes as the truth hit me. Seth... Seth is dead. No, it can't be.It can't be! My Seth... It's all my fault! Crouching on the floor, I sobbed until I couldn't sob any
Fifty-SevenNaomiThe obnoxious ball dress I was given to wear by the witch bitch weighed a ton as I struggled to walk in the six inch heels adorning my feet, causing me to sway like a drunk penguin out of the room. I thought I was to meet the king- my supposed father, so i had no idea why I was dressed like this. Not only was he evil, but also old fashioned? Because there was absolutely no reason I should be dressed this way in this century.But all that didnt matter, not when I couldn't get the image of Seth’s body slumping like a sack after Xander stabbed him. Xander took away my happiness. And to repay the favour, I would avenge my love. I would bring justice to the kingdom and regain the trust of my kingdom, and be the luna they deserved. I just need to find out what they were planning, why they needed me, and how to gain their trust.Then destroy them from within.“Now you look prettier with your mouth shut.” Hazel smirked in satisfaction as she marvelled at her handiwork, trans
Fifty-eightNaomiMy heart stopped in my chest as I stared at the king, the immobility spell still on me.All eyes were trained on me, waiting for my reaction. But I was numb. Completely numb.I couldn't even blink.I'm pregnant? A laugh almost escaped my lips at the cruel joke.Surely the moon goddess wouldn't do that, right? And if I was indeed pregnant, why didn't I find out? Why didn't Seth find out?"That's not true." I finally whispered, refusing to believe any words that came out of their mouths. There was no way I was pregnant.The king chuckled. "Not only are you dumb, but you are also stubborn. I get that your senses were dulled because you were not in your home land for a while, but now that your senses are heightened, are you telling me that you cannot hear the faint heartbeat from within you?"I kept still, my heart beat echoing in my ears as I tried to listen to whatever he said.A faint heartbeat echoed in my ears, causing my mouth to drop open. Something was growing wi
Fifty-Nine Seth The minute the assassin stabbed me with the knife, I thanked the moon goddess for giving me the opportunity to love someone like Naomi, because the love I had for was the one encouragement I had when I was rushed to the clinic, and during my healing process. The love was the one thing keeping me going as I promised to burn the whole rogue kingdom to the ground. The love was the one thing motivating me to never rest until I captured her, and made her suffer for the rest of our lives, as I made her take back the words she said to rip my heart out that night. She would pay with her life, while I show her why she should never deceive me again. I would never rest until I found her. The Seth who would sacrifice anything to make sure she was safe wS dead now. Now this Seth would do everything to make her suffer, until the lies she told became her only reality. She lied that she loved me, and the joke's on her. She would have to love me until that was the only thin
SixtySethThe tattoo needle sting fueled my steps as I carried my torture equipments down to the throne room in a suitcase, where all the four guards that were on a patrol stood, their eyes ahead as they avoided my stare, all the while not looking guilty.They had no idea what I had planned for them today."Your highness." They all chorused, bowing to me as I stepped into the room, placing the suitcase on the stool in front of me.I could hear them stiffen as I opened the suitcase, giving them a glimpse of the contents in it. Two big vials of wolf's bane. Sets of silver knives. Syringes, nail clippers, and many others. My trusted kit of torture devices,small but effective. It had never failed, but there could be a first time. Regardless, I slipped on my black gloves, standing tall as I looked etched and all of them, their nervousness washing off each of them in waves.They knew what I was capable of. They all understood what it meant to be here. Afterall, I was the king for a reaso
Sixty-OneNaomiIt has been two weeks since i was made to flee my kingdom. Two weeks since the king banished me to my room, without food and water, but decided to feed me after learning that the baby could die if i wasnt fed on time. I was slowly losing my mind, the grief from losing my mother and the love of my life slowly chipping away at my mental health, and my baby being the only company I had.It was growing fast, my bump already visible, well just a bit. It wasn't completely obvious, but I could see it and feel it.On many days I wished Seth was here, and I often imagined how tenderly he would treat me and the baby, not letting me lift a finger.But here, I was abandoned with no-one to talk to. Hazel came in once in a while to check the condition of that baby and make sure I wasn't dead, and that was the only form of care I got in this place.Although I didn't want their care, I only wanted them dead.The door couldn't be opened from within, so I needed the key to leave. The
Sixty-TwoSethCollins didn't hesitate before confessing where the other guards' mates were, but what he refused to confess was what the rogue king was planning.With no fingernails left and a bunch of opened words, Collins was about to die on me and I was getting angrier. At least it gave me something to do, but I couldn't fucking think straight without Naomi. I craved to see her in pain, and that was my single push to not stop drilling Collins, although he claimed not to have any idea of where the kingdom was located. I took the spray bottle filled with wolf's bane and sprayed it on his wounds. He let out a long throaty scream, but it wasn't enough. This was getting boring, and I have to get answers soon."Tell me where the kingdom is." Collins's eyes were wild with pain and desperation as he gasped for breath. He was barely holding on, and u knew it was just a matter of time until he gave up.Or he died."I told you, I don't know!" he screamed, his voice hoarse.My patience was