ELEANOR“Please save us!!! Please save us!!!" The continuous pleas of the girls kept echoing in my head and it slowly started to become a lot. I closed my eyes, hoping to block the voices out, but it seemed to grow louder if anything.I still felt overwhelmed at the thought that I'd just taken the life of someone, brutally, and despite the continuous assurance from Aurora and the other girls that I wouldn't get caught and punished, I couldn't get my rapidly beating heart to keep still.At this rate, I would be the one exposing myself if I do not start acting normal. All the girls had resumed their duties with the reentrance of the guards who had been away for a while and they all chatted leisurely, completely unsuspecting, but I couldn't help sparing nervous glances at them the whole time.Even as we made our way back to the pack house, they continued to chatter loudly, still unaware of the fact that one of their own was missing. I wondered how come they didn't catch the stench of blo
ELEANOR "Clara, I'd advise you to start talking now or you'd leave me no choice but to force it out of you and you know you wouldn't like an alpha wolf forcing the answers out of you. So start talking right now." My hands went to cross over my chest as I stared at her. I watched as she shifted nervously on her feet before lifting her head to look between Jasmine and I. “Well, Clara, we are waiting. Start talking… you almost cost Eleanor her life, so I think you atleast owe us an explanation regarding that. What was that about?" Jasmine added and she finally sighed, chewing at her lower lip. “I'm sorry guys… Eleanor, I'm so sorry, I really am. I wanted to tell you but I was just scared. I hesitated because I didn't know how you would react. I'm so sorry you both" Clara apologizes, tears beginning to stream down her face as she bows her head. “Clara!!!" Jasmine suddenly yelled, causing her to flinch at the tone, “This is no time for you to cry, we want to know what happened. So plea
ELEANOR My eyes widened in shock, jaw-dropping as the reality of the situation dawned on me. My torturer, the one that has brought nothing but pain and misery with himself from the very second he stepped into my life. The one I was ready to dedicate my whole life to ending, was my mate. Everything suddenly felt too much and I was staggering backwards as I had nothing to hold my weight coupled with the weight of the realization. My back hit the wall and I was now practically wheezing as I struggled to get air into my lungs. I continued to choke on nothing other than my own misery and the thought of what this could mean for me. Everything came rushing in, the supposedly unexplained anger he felt when he found me with Easton, the anger that resulted in me being punished, his words back then, his insistence on me pretending to not know about something he was sure I knew of, his threat to my friends just to ensure I stayed and not run off with someone else. All that was because this
ELEANOR “Snap out of it and use your words!!!!" Zane's voice startled me back to reality and if I needed even more of a wakeup call, I got that in the form of his rough hands fisting the collar of my shirt, with which he pulls me to my feet and quite literally drags me towards the bed, tossing me unto it. That grin appears again, accompanied by a smirk this time as his eyes roam over my body and he chuckles haughtily. “I would have loved to hear all the details of how you just killed me in your head but I'm really just too excited to care at the moment" he muses as he resumes stalking closer and I gasp. I wondered how he was able to know just what I had just pictured in my head. “Don't think too much, I could see it in those eyes of yours and that sudden evil smile on your lips. I know killing me is the only thing that can give you such a sense of accomplishment. So, tell me, how do you feel about having me as your mate? Don't tell me…I'm guessing happy? Excited? Or maybe even bot
ELEANOR I stared wordlessly at the ceiling, waiting patiently for the tell tale signs of Zane's breaths evening before slipping out of the room. I felt something break in me with every step I took away from him. My palm quickly fell over my lips to prevent the sobs from leaving them.I felt my skin crawling with disgust at every part his hands touched -which was quite literally everywhere- the smell of his pheromones still clinging to my skin nauseated me and I wished I could claw the feeling of his hands and body on me out of my brain. I still found it hard to believe this was what fate held for me. Zane was my mate. The one person I would give everything to see dead. The one who broke and destroyed my whole life. The moment I shut the door after myself, I broke into a full sprint, unable to stop myself. It was well into the night outside but that didn't stop me from running all the way to the slave's quarter.I couldn't head straight to my room looking like this, I was a mess and
JASMINENo matter how challenging life became, there was always a driving force that kept me going, a flicker of hope that urged me to hold onto my faith, believing that someday I would escape this wretched existence. Once upon a time, I too possessed hope, but it withered away rapidly in the face of the chaotic circumstances that surrounded me. I deemed it meaningless as the future appeared increasingly bleak until I crossed paths with her—the girl who resembled the person I once was, during my earlier years. She exuded an immense passion for her pursuits, a passion I could only yearn to achieve.She possessed an unwavering determination that seemed to burn within her, an inner flame that showed no signs of extinguishing until she found her path to freedom. She harbored no fear of sacrificing her own life in the pursuit of her revenge, believing that as long as she attained it, all would be well. If I hadn't been naturally drawn to her from the start, her unyielding resolve alone wou
JASMINEI sat still, looking at her without saying a word. Her eyes revealed a mix of fear and dread, which alarmed me. It was the first time since we met that I saw her in such a state. She seemed scared, uncertain, and exhausted. It felt like she was a different person standing in front of me. I had been reflecting on how she brought a fresh sense of hope into my life, and now that hope was flickering weakly before my eyes.Until now, she had been the pillar I relied on and drew strength from. Her resilience inspired me to keep trying. But now, it seemed like that dream was crumbling away, just like Eleanor herself.What was I thinking, depending solely on her to keep us going? She was just like me, facing the same fate and suffering, maybe even worse. This wasn't typical of me. What happened to my rule of not trusting anyone, let alone placing my hope in them?"She's different. She's not like the others who betrayed you. She's genuine, and you know it. Now isn't the time to questio
EASTONI have always wondered why things sometimes deviate from my carefully crafted plans. They either go awry or simply fail to materialize.Once upon a time, I believed I was bestowed with blessings from the Moon Goddess, granting me everything my heart desired. However, as of late, it seems that nothing is aligning as it should.It has been a month since my last encounter with my beloved. One would assume that she would come running back to me, but instead, she has distanced herself even further.Never before have I witnessed someone as obstinate as she is, which leads me to wonder why she chooses to endure such torment within that dreadful pack, rather than allowing me to rescue her and whisk her away from her misery.Initially, her indecisiveness kept me on edge. Every time I contemplated storming the Blood Moon pack to claim my mate, her words echoed in my mind. Yet, the fury in her eyes conveyed a different message, as if she was silently pleading for my intervention.Undoubte