AMANISA’S POVWas this what misery felt like?The dizzy feeling. Blurry sight. Could that be misery?The draining effect in my guts. The emptiness and constant constriction of my heart. Could that be misery?Could the sad and bitter vile in my throat be symptoms of misery? Could I be dying like a pauper despite being born into the royal family? This has to be misery. Amanisa Isidora was miserable and to be honest, this misery was different from the forms and levels that I had to endure in the past.The ache in my chest was caused by something bigger than betrayal. It was caused by heartbreak. I couldn't believe that I was still locked behind bars after many hours. Kovan should have gotten me out by now. I trusted him too. And perhaps my trust would still be in him if he wasn't taking too much time and if I could still feel Arla’s presence in me. My Arla was gone. I didn't know when or how. She just suddenly stopped being present within me. She vanished like she was never there,
AMANISA’S POV“Oww. look who is eager to die.”Violet cooed with a straight face. Her annoying face was making me sick to the point of feeling nauseous but I didn't puke... Not yet.If there was one thing Violet and I had in common at this moment, it would be the straight face and “could not be bothered” attitude that we showcased. That doesn't mean that I still wasn't in pain and that I wasn't breaking internally.“This will be your last chance, Murderer. Do your thing and stop wasting our time.”I retorted, holding my ground. Perhaps I should have kept my tongue in check. That might have saved me from getting struck across the face by my biggest rival and spiteful opponent, Violet.“Did you get stronger after killing your parents? Because that sure hurts like a bitch.”I uttered, maintaining eye contact with the Violet eyed bitch that thought slapping me would change the truth about her involvement in her parent's death.“I wish I could make you see death without killing you now.” V
KING ARCHIE’S POV“He still hasn't regained consciousness? You must have knocked his soul out of him.”Jay commented as I strolled into the basement of Curtis's home. Byron’s unconscious man couldn't be dragged to my quarters for safety and discretion reasons likewise the female Gamma who we saved from the clutches of death.“Welcome, My King.”The female Gamma greeted me as soon as I showed myself to her. She has been put in charge of guarding Byron’s unconscious man since she couldn't be seen outside by Byron and neither could Curtis nor I stay in the basement to keep watch.I was needed back at my mom’s quarters and Curtis had duties that were his responsibility.“What's your name?”I asked the female Gamma because I was tired of calling her “the female Gamma” each time I thought of her which has neem every minute since she was saved yesterday. “Kate, Your Majesty. My name is Kate and I will never be able to pay you back for saving my life–”“There is no payment needed, Kate. It's
KING ARCHIE’S POVAs I strolled into my mother’s sleeping chambers, my eyes shifted between her and Byron who was standing beside her lying frame.I asked myself, “Which one of them is fake?”Byron or my mom. On my way here, I had thought of the possibility that you could have been accessed by whoever Ardin was working with. What if Byron wasn't the real Byron just like Amanisa claimed that my mom wasn't her real self and that Damon wasn't exactly the real Damon we all knew?“Do something for me, Curtis.”I found the ever-active connection between my mind and that of my Head Of Gamma, asking for his help even though I knew he was out searching for ways to explain the mysterious phenomenon.“By all means, my King.”Curtis answered immediately. I stopped in front of my mother’s sleeping chamber entrance to pass the information to the only man I trusted.“I want you to find the captured man's family members. Take them to your house. I will be there shortly.”I voiced.“Will do, My King,
KING ARCHIE’S POVSilence is fragile. The moment someone breaks it, that very silence would never be again. Although the end of one silence means there could be another silence that could only be born after a moment of chaos-- agreement and disagreement.At the moment, everyone in my mom’s chamber was experiencing silence before the big blow. My head was ringing with Curtis’s voice spreading all over. His last statement threw me into that silence and truth be told, I was scared of what would happen if someone was to break that sense.I was lost in the silence and I do not want to be found. Being found would mean I have to face the reality of his death and also the possibility that there was more fabricated evidence against Amanisa. Pieces of evidence that are confirmed by a healer would risk my chance of saving the woman I loved with everything I was…Perhaps I was nothing. If I was something, I am would have realized that Byron called me here to get me away from Curtis’s baseme
AMANISA’S POVSlow and steady wins the race, they said but the slow and steady I was experiencing wasn't winning a race of any kind.It was draining my life, in fact.The slow intake of breath was becoming suffocating. The steady rise and fall of my chest, as I struggled to breathe, was just as painful as the lump in my heart. So much for slow and steady.I have been through so many challenges and dark moments but this day was the most challenging. I wasn't plotting revenge neither was I trianninhbhard to defeat my so-called enemies.However, life was slowly slipping out of my fingertips with every minute that passed.My body was freezing. Yes, I was sick. Or better still, I was dying.Ever since Violet left hours ago, I have been burning up, throwing us, and groaning for help but no one cared enough to check on me.Violet…Although I was coming down with something before she paid me the unwanted visit, I could have sworn she found a way to poison me with one of her family's toxic.
KING ARCHIE’S POVIf terrified was a person, it would be me. If defeated was a person, that too would definitely be me.And if failure was a Lycan, it will be me, Lycan King Archie Kovan of the Wereland. I was a disgrace to myself and to everyone here yet they cheered, expressing their heartfelt joy while I feign boldness. “Are you sure this plan will work, Kovan? She mustn’t die.”Jay asked, warning me not to follow this path but what could I have done? I couldn't go back. Byron had blocked the path to go backward so I could only go forward since Davina already confirmed that Amanisa was guilty as charged. “Does this mean you believe them? I don't know what has happened to Davina but have you seen Amanisa’s condition?”Jay pointed out, reminding me that Amanisa, the woman I loved was being dragged all the way to the death bench where she would either be beheaded or hung–“You have got to be kidding me! Stop thinking as if you want her dead!”Jay growled within me and I had to hol
KING ARCHIE’S POVIt's all starting to make sense.The pull. The connection. The addiction. It was all beginning to make sense to me now.All along she had been my destined mate and somehow, I couldn't figure that out.“Let me help, Lycan King Archie.” Curtis’s voice reverberated and he was able to snap me out of my trance. I realized that he was with someone that could be helpful with Amanisa’s condition. Someone that had hep her once in the past. Rahela. The Lywolf healer.My new hope. “Follow me. Both of you.” I exclaimed, rushing towards my quarters and leaving Byron, Ardin, Violet, Davina, and every Lycan that had been just as blind as me. Rahela and Curtis ran after me and after what seemed like a race through the earth, we finally arrived in my sleeping chamber. “What happened, My King.”Curtis queried as I laid Amanisa on my bed. I encouraged Rahela to begin healing Amanisa immediately before I faced Curtis who was panting heavily just like I was.Inhaling deeply, I star