Flames surround me, but for some reason they don’t burn. I don’t quite understand why I’m here, but I feel something beckoning me, drawing me further and further in until I see him.He sits on a throne made of skulls and stares down at me with a look of boredom. He’s so familiar but so different at the same time.Unable to quite believe what I’m seeing, I move slightly closer, only to find that a strong force doesn’t allow me to go near him."Zane?" I whisper, trying to make sense of what is happening. "That’s you, isn’t it?"It had already been two years since his disappearance, but I never truly accepted that he was gone. I mean, how could he be when there wasn’t even a body to bury? Or any sort of feeling toward his existence vanishing from this world—wouldn't I be able to feel it given the fact he wore my mark?This was why I held onto hope no matter the amount of time that passed, even when others continuously told me to let go. And now here he was in front of me, but where exactl
[Eliana’s POV]I stare at the woman who is staring back at me. I barely recognize her and find myself wondering if she truly is me. Her hollow eyes hold no emotion, nor does her perfectly painted face. Her lips, which should be turned up in a smile given how important a day it was, sit in a thin line, and her posture is almost similar to that of a mannequin.Letting out a laugh of disgust, I realize that, in a way, I am a mannequin. I am a thing to be done with as anyone pleases. I had no right to want to even attempt to do anything for myself any longer anyway; Trent made sure of that long ago."What do you think, madam?" Gretchen, my personal maid, asks, "Do you like it?"For a moment, I examine myself once more taking in the woman that I had become after all these years. Feeling hollow, I force a smile and turn to meet Gretchen's gaze."You’ve done a wonderful job, Gretchen," I respond. "Shall we get going? The ceremony should be starting soon.""Of course, madam," Gretchen beams.
[Eliana’s POV]A soft breeze blows, causing the daffodils that surround me to tickle my skin as I stare off in the distance, waiting for the familiar figure that I have come to hold dear. He promised to come no matter what today since it was my birthday, but so far there hasn’t been an appearance.My birthday… Ha, this was the first time I had ever actually been the slightest bit excited about celebrating it, and it only took me sixteen years to get here.Since a long time ago, I had deemed the day I was born as the day that my misfortune had begun. Born to a bloodthirsty tyrant and a whore, I was considered a disgrace and a reminder of infidelity that I had no choice in.Maybe if my father hadn’t been so desperate to fuck any woman that showed him even the slightest bit of interest, I wouldn’t have been brought into the cold palace to be used as a pawn to unite the packs of Elgin and Brawn.Shivering, I try to forget the cold eyes of Trent Dupris, the future alpha of Brawn. He was a
[Eliana’s POV]Later that evening, I lay in bed, staring at the golden chain that rested against my skin. I still couldn’t believe the events that took place earlier in the day. Despite hoping that Zane shared the same feelings as me, I held no hope that it would be true.Beaming, I touch my lips as images of that kiss begin to play across my mind."Oh gosh," I whisper, covering my face. "I’m sure I’m a blushing fool."Letting out a sigh, I allow myself to have hopes for the future where I never would have even thought of doing so. Since being brought to Elgin after my mother’s death, my whole life has been planned out for me. But now, for the first time in sixteen years, I felt like maybe there would be a light at the end of my dark tunnel."Zane," I sigh, sitting up and making my way toward the tiny, barred window that was my only view of the outside world. "Please don’t make me wait too long."As the words leave my lips, I stare down at the ground below to find that something is of
[Eliana’s POV] "Oh, she looks so much better cleaned up," Madam Ophilia announces. "You’ll most certainly earn me quite a bit. Tell me, girl, how old are you?" After being washed from top to bottom, I was sent off to Tumescere House, where Madam Ophilia and her henchmen were waiting to prepare me to become nothing more than a breeder. It was amazing how no matter where I seemed to end up, the final result was always the same… I was simply meant to help some men procreate. I don’t respond as she waits patiently for me. Why would I? What was the worst that she could do? Beat me? I was already used to that. Would she kill me? Great, that was even better than being made into a thing to be used to create life with. I wasn’t afraid of whatever it was that she would throw at me. "Madam Ophilia asked you a question, bitch!" My captor growled, grabbing my hair and tugging. "You’d be wise to answer her." "Fuck you!" I growl, earning myself a slap that sends me crashing to the ground right
[Zane’s POV]I didn’t want to come to this damn wedding, especially knowing that the bride-groom would be Trent. For weeks, I argued with my father about it, but in the end, here I was sitting in the crowd, staring up at Trent’s smug face.Since I was young, I had always been compared to this bastard and told that I needed to be more like him because, according to my father, I was too soft, too dumb, and just not on par with the great alpha of Brawn. Maybe it was because of this deep-rooted hatred that I wanted to do something to one-up Trent. Maybe that was the reason I approached her from the start.At first, I was simply curious about the young woman that would end up being his luna. I wanted to see if she was just as outstanding as him. Imagine my surprise when I found that young girl curled up crying underneath a tree that rainy day. She was absolutely nothing like I expected, and that, well, at first, was disappointing.She was mediocre in looks at best; at least that was what
[Eliana’s POV]"Do you, Eliana Wright, take Trent Dupris to be your lawful wedded husband…"I zone in and out as the priest repeats the necessary vows to bind Trent and I as husband and wife. This was all just for show in the end, and I was just ready for it to end."....To have and to hold, in sickness or in health, till death do you part…""I do," I murmur, keeping my gaze fixed on Trent’s despite everything in me screaming no."And do you, Trent…"Zoning out again, I wait until Trent’s turn to speak. Once that’s finished, we exchange rings, and before I can stop it, Trent is kissing me for all to see.When it ends, I have to fight the urge to gag; after all, I’m supposed to be playing the part of the perfect bride, and if I were to show my complete and utter disdain for even being kissed by Trent, I’d ruin that show."Try running away now," Trent whispers as we turn to face the congregation that is now standing and applauding. "I’ll hunt you down and kill you.""I haven’t thought o
[Zane’s POV]"Forget?" I growl, trying to ignore the fiery pain that is beginning to form in my chest. "How could you ask me to forget?""Because it is less painful for you that way."Each word that leaves Eliana’s lips is like a stab to the heart. After all the years we spent together, all the promises we made, and everything we went through, how could she possibly act so cold and indifferent? This wasn’t the Little Lana I knew."What happened to you?" I murmur, refusing to accept the reality laid out before me. "Why are you being like this?""Because this was me all along."With a sad smile, she pulls her hands free of mine and takes a few steps back. Once she is out of reach, she gives a slight bow."I thank you for all your support back then; you truly were my light," she begins, preparing for the final blow. "But I think we both know now that our foolish delusions of a happy ending or a different life were nothing more than the ridiculous beliefs of two young people who didn’t kn