[Zeve’s POV] “Zeve! Run!” Amor yelled impatiently. I looked back. The sharpness of the swords reflected in my eyes as two black-robed men raised their swords, aiming at me. Fear combined with numbness paralysed my body. That fear was different that the fear of dying. It was — fear of dying a useless death when there were people who had actual reasons to live other than living itself. Fear of failing people when they needed me the most. Fear of falling so low in my own eyes from where I couldn’t get up. Never. Fear of wanting to help but being helpless. I wanted to run, but my body wouldn’t move. I froze in my place, waiting for the sword to slash my skin. I heard a loud growl that soon transitioned into a deafening howl louder than the atrocious noises in the hall. Something faster than light swept from behind me, slamming the men attacking me on the wall. The same ripped off the necks of the men attacking Zahir and all other men in a blink of an eye. It lunged at Mayavi, bu
[Zeve’s POV] I stepped back, peering at him. My lips dried as my heart skidded in my chest. Right. He was dressed royally in a silver and black hussar jacket, black pants and silver aiguillettes. His night-like hair was coifed back. He had a body and stature that of the gods. His red eyes were bright red like a deep ocean of blood. His pale skin matched with his sharp looks, made him look like some fictional portrait of ancient emperors. Damn it! “I-I am so-sorry. I-I was looking for help. My friends… they are…” I felt ice wrap around my arm and the next second he pinned me against the door of the door of the mansion. I covered the baby in my arms, hugging him tightly as I brought my shoulders closer to my neck. I made a blunder. I shouldn’t have come here. I am definitely going to die today. “Why did you think a vampire would help a feeble werewolf like you rather than devouring you right away? Is this baby yours?” He caged me and the baby between his arms and the wall. His on
[Zeve’s POV] The person who always reached me before the danger reached me because he was the greatest danger in my life. It was Amor, of course. Who else? But the crown prince’s question made me wonder who exactly was Amor to me? Killer of my mate? An alpha forcing me to be his luna? The person who pushed me to the edge where I wanted to end my life. Or just Amor Blaze, who mysteriously shattered my anxiety in his embrace, every single time. Who pretended to be cold as ice, but his small gestures were warmer than any words or promises. The one who granted me freedom and didn’t stop me from laughing or being me. His only condition was that I stayed by his side. I couldn’t even decide if he was good to me or bad? On one hand, he maintained all the limits and on the other hand crossed them all. For a second, he would be kind and the other a stone with no emotions. He would let no one hurt me, but would end up hurting me himself. Then he would eat the cold food himself and always m
[Zeve’s POV] Amor emerged, tearing through the darkness of the forest. Tears misted my eyes as I got on my feet and dashed to him, not even realising how happy I was to see him and how heartedly I was smiling. “Amor! I-I was looking for you…” I had never been that excited to see him before. Never been that glad he was alive and safe. It was dark. Despite that, I could see the bloodstains all over his body and clothes. “Amor… t-this… blood… are you ok? And Venus and Zahir…” “Shut up.” His glare and low grunt silenced me at once. I dropped my gaze to the dry fallen leaves on the ground. “A-are you mad at me? I know you must be. I was scared. And this kid… I ran away… I didn’t know what to do…” “Just shut up…” he said, annoyingly. “Follow me and not a single word from your mouth.” He strutted back into the darkness. He had a sword in his hand. He was looking for me, even when he himself was hurt that badly. I followed him quietly. Why is he angry now? Did he see me with the crown
[Zeve’s POV] “Nothing, that’s a political matter. But how is it even possible, Zeve? How can someone control non-living things like that?” I was shocked too, but not from the fact of magic actually existing. But from the fact that it existed in someone else, too. Strange things had happened all around me ever since I was a kid. And that was the main reason people didn’t come near me. But what scared me more was — what would Amor do if he came to know that magic was all around me as well? Even though it was not as obvious as Mayavi’s, yet it happened several times when my emotions went out of control. Like burning that dress in the royal inn, then Amor’s sword swimming in my hand in that lake and then me teleporting on the rooftop when I jumped from it. He seemed to have not noticed those events, and I was grateful. There were so many questions, emotions, feeling all surging like a tsunami within me, but the person standing in front of me was falling apart because of his failure a
[Zeve’s POV] But before leaving… “Excuse me,” I asked a lady who was churning the medicines in mortar and pestle. “Is there some medicine for deep bite wounds and bruises?” “For Alpha, right?” She asked, and I nodded once. She removed the leaf from the yellow ointment stored in a wooden bowl. She gave it to me. Maybe they had already prepared the medicine for Amor, but no one could actually muster the courage to tell him that. From a political point of view, Amor’s life was much more important than Venus and Zahir. But from Amor’s point of view, their lives were more important than his own. But the truth couldn’t change. Amor’s life was the most important for the werewolf kind because he was the only alpha in history who could create a monolithic pack. When he said he believed he could change the world, I understood he was trying to do something that could actually change the world. The proves were all his achievements in such a short period. “Thank you,” I said with a slight b
[Zeve’s POV] “I meant emotional strength.” I blurted out, sensing danger in his tone. Now that I had already dug my grave, I would rather dig it deeper. “You are just bottling up, pretending you are fine when you are dying inside. Not letting people come close to you when you are at your lowest because you are afraid to ask for help when you need it. To ask for a hand when you can’t walk…” “Will you… come close to me? Will you… hold my hand when I can’t walk?” He asked. For a second, I forgot to breathe. “Do you think I need you?” He let out a pitiful laughter. I frowned. “Of course, you don’t need me.” “So stop lecturing me,” he said. “You are just… scared. Scared that when people see your vulnerable side, they might hurt you more. They will. But not everyone comes into your life to hurt you. Some come to heal you. You think I will hurt you, right? What way?” I shrugged. I was going to be murdered soon. Goodbye world. “I have told this to you before too and I will say it ag
[Zeve’s POV] “How childish!” He scoffed. “You have a better idea?” I raised my brows, giving him a dominance smile. He rolled his eyes, then peered into my eyes. “One. Two. Three…” He started counting my eyelashes. Controlling my smile, I grabbed the opportunity and carefully applied the ointment over his wounds while he counted my eyelashes. I dropped my eyelids to attend to his wounds on his abdomen. It was an odd atmosphere around us with his face so close to mine. But I was happy it worked. He was clearly enduring most of the pain, but he was doing it while being distracted this time. A strand of my hair slid over my eyes. He left my arm. His fingers grazed my cheeks as he tucked my free strand behind my ear. “Thirty-six… thirty-seven…” he leaned closer to me and I did my best to not react to his husky whispers. I glanced at his lips. He had some blood smeared at the corner of his lips. I bit my lower lips. I had been breathing slowly to stop my breaths from colliding with