AMANISA’S POVThere was no way that was Damon… the real Damon. That clown couldn’t be Damon. No way! “The real Damon knows you aren't Princess Isidora's friend.” Arla pointed that fact out. “He knows who you truly are. What's going on with him?”Two things could be going on with Damon.First, he could be fake just like we have established that Eva was but I still couldn't understand how that was possible.Secondly, Damon could be himself and have been captured somehow by Byron but had decided to still protect me to the end… “How is he protecting you, Ama? He is literally accusing you of killing all those people and Kovan can't really save you if Damon continues. You might get killed, Ama.”Arla argued.Yes, Damon wasn't protecting me. He was giving me out in ways that the Damon I knew since way back wouldn't. The real Damon would never give me out or put me in danger no matter what the case may be. That Damon wasn't real.“She brought about the idea of saving the King’s mom herself

AMANISA’S POVLook at me.Take a look at the royal darkness that many had worshiped. Right there in the middle of a cold, lonely, and soul-draining hell hole.Take a look at me. Amanisa Isidora, sitting like a pitiful princess in distress in a place that was meant for criminals. Hardcore criminals.Take a look at me as I drift away in a dark, cold, killing, and suffocating cell room. I could see the spiders. The roaches. The slimy remains of dead rats and other irritating small pests. I could see them all.But after staying here for a night. I have learned to overlook and ignore everything in the cell except myself. I was locked up just like Byron, Violet, Ardin, and perhaps Sophie wanted. I was locked up. All alone. And since fate has always been against me, I felt sick in the guts. Like I would puke anytime soon.“This place is built to weaken Lycans, Ama. I am able to communicate with you because the energy here couldn't sense me.”Arla announced, making it known that it could ha

KING ARCHIE’S POVI was doing all I could… Perhaps I could have done more to get her out if my hands weren’t tied. I had no evidence to counter the ones that Byron had presented to the Lycans yesterday in my throne room.Those pieces of evidence were made up but I still haven’t been able to prove anything. “Please tell me you found something.”I said without hiding my frustrations from Curtis who had been doing everything to follow up on the clues Amanisa provided. “I still haven’t found anything that proves that Alpha Damon isn’t himself, My King. I have calculated his take-off time and arrival and also found the place he was captured by the Lycan Prince—”“What about my mom? What do we do to help her become herself? We can focus on her and use her to find ways to expose the fake Damon and the other female. That will make releasing Amanisa possible.”I interjected emotionally. Jay and I were worried about two women. My lover and my mother. Amanisa claimed that my mom wasn’t herself

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,

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