Chapter 52: The Preparation The next morning, the training were divided into five and they were spearheaded by Sergio, Rowan, Apollo, Shahida, while other old people helped Elias in making sleeping bomb. Those people whom they saved last night helped in making weapons and since they were warriors who had sentenced in their lifetime. It wasn’t hard for Apollo in the training. They were also given the chance to surrender themselves to the Northcrest and they were automatically be free if they win their battle. If not, Apollo will let them do what they want to do with their lives. Thye just need to stay alive… whatever it takes. Sergio trained some for combat fight. He grouped them in pair and each pair had to fight. Meanwhile Rowan and Apollo took the other to use weapons and tools for fighting. Apollo has expertise in swords so he taught them the proper stance and the correct posture so that they will not hurt themselves. Shahida, on the other hand, taught women physical combat and
Chapter 53: The War“Stop!”The warrior from the entrance of the Valencourt mansion cut them from entering the premises. Apollo and Rowan share glances as the warrior comes to inspect what they bring.“Do you have an invitation for the event? You cannot go inside without invitation,” asks the warrior.Because of their cloak and look, the warrior fails to recognize them. Shahida paints them make up for them to look like the Nightingale’s staff—a tavern which sells women and wines.Rowan answers, “We are from the Nightingale and the Senior Council… I mean the new Alpha orders us new goods for tonight. We are runnin late and we need to take them inside.”Apollo should stay silent because his voice is too arrogant and authorative. He will be recognize once he speaks one word.“You can check it if you’re doubting,” Rowan offers, motioning his hand to the closed wagon.“I’ll check the goods, then.”The warrior checks the wagon from the small window. He sneaks and finds women with their silk
Chapter 54: Should I Give Up? “Let Elias leave and you will have your precious daughter back.” Shahida threatens the Senior Council which makes him stands up. Even Andrius himself stops what he is doing with Rico and focuses on Isabelle instead. Apollo never expects that Shahida would make Isabelle a hostage. This is not part of the plan. She is supposed to be in the hideout as of this moment. “Shahida, what are you doing here?” Apollo blurts out. “You’re suppose to be away from here.” “Shahida!” Rowan exclaims. “Drop that weapon.” “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I could not let you both stay here. This war starts because of me,” Shahida admits. “If I didn’t like Rowan before, we will not be here fighting one another.” Rowan feels guilty. “Shahida, you are so young back then. You have no idea what’s happening. The adults have wronged you, not yourself,” Sergio lectures her who is beside her trying to stop her. Shahida grips Isabelle’s neck tighter with her left arm as her right ho
Chapter 56: The New LeavesElias opens his eyes in a familiar place. The familiar bed he’s laying, the dark room he’s in, and the familiar figure from the window.One thing sinks in his mind is the alpha’s room.Seeing him from a distant, Elias could nto help but runs toward the alpha’s direction. he hugs him from his waist which makes the alpha stills.“Apollo,” he cries.“Glad what you are touching?”Elias slaps his abs lightly as Apollo chuckles at his shyness. Apollo turns his body towards Elias and faces him with all his heart.“You are late.”“Huh?” Elias looks confuse.“Why did you wake up so late? Everyone has been waiting for our wedding?”“Wedding?” He pulls himself from him.“Yeah. Our wedding. Shahida takes care of everything while Rowan keeps on nagging me because you sleep for an entire season.”“I sleep the entire season?”“Do you have anything to say other than questioning me back of what I have said?”“The last time I check, we are in a war and I died. I met Aunt Isad
Chapter 1: The Life in Death Trigger Warning: Physical abuse and inappropriate scene. Read at your own risk. Elias’ POV A loud gasp escapes my lips as soon as the whip buries in my skin. It creates a searing pain I manage to endure. My hands forms into fists as I close my eyes, accepting the excruciating pain. It is as if a knife is drawing maps on my bare body. I am kneeling in front of Samael, the white-haired old man who own us as his runners. He is sitting comfortably on his one seated couch with his tobacco in between his blackened lips. He is a ruthless and lustful owner, as if we are not the one who bring him comfort and fortune. Sweat after sweat. Tears after tears. Blood after blood. After being beaten by his people, the sweat, tears, and blood flows uncontrollably on the lines of my back; streaming down and stops on my fresh sliced wound. “Aaah.” I wince, jotting my eyes close. It creates a searing pain I didn’t know it existed. For years I’ve been beaten because I ma
Chapter 2: His Saving I drop on the floor. My body freezes. I think my arm is ripped and broke from the fall. Realizing that my rope has slipped from above, I collect myself and did not feel like the pain I am wearing. Instead of complaining, I retrace my track and do it again. I have no time to wait. I have no time wasting seconds because of this pain. I need to do something. I thought someone has thrown a knife, but it is all in my imagination. With that, I stand up again. But, to my horror, I see the man who whipped me earlier—watching me with his glaring eyes. I am dead. “You little punk, why are you so disobedient? Do you really want to get yourself dead?” He slips the key into the key hole and makes his way inside easily, dropping his keys unconsciously. “Please, let me go. I do not want to live anymore. I am so tired with this life. Let me kill myself instead!” I beg. But it seems like he has no ears and his hearing is like those old people. “Why would I do that? You we
Chapter 3: The Recognition I wake up in a huge room I am not familiar with. The room is in plain black and the furniture are not only expensive at first sight, but also expensively organize and pleasing to the eyes. A long black settee, a king-sized bed, and a man firmly standing by the window. His upper body was naked, helping the blinds block the sun creeping in. My body stiffens at the realization. I immediately sit up and knelt down on the cold marble floor, slightly bow down. I was not supposed to be in bed. I was prohibited to even touch the mattress. After the realization, I was like a demon from hell who had been showered with holy water. I quickly got up and apologize for my intrusion. But, on the other side of my mind, I had to lift my eyes. His upper body is muscled and toned. Seeing him this closely with a clear mind, I felt that I had known him before. Not in the abandoned underground building, not anywhere else. It is as if my heart recognized the alpha of the town.
Chapter 4: The Connection “Shahida!” Isadora raises her voice a little to Shahida. It looks like a warning to her. But, Shahida is adamant of her claim. Base on her attitude, I know she won’t drop this topic that easy. “She’s really the late mate of the alpha! Why can’t you see it?” Shahida keeps on pursuing Aunt Isadora who is now tired and fed up of Shahida’s childishness. It is been five minutes since she insisted to Isadora that I am the late mate of the alpha. But Isadora just shrugged her off and told me not to bother what Shahida is saying. But ignoring her is so hard. She keeps on examining my entire being as if she is undressing me. That is ridiculous. How could a mere slave like me would be grace by the moon goddess of this rare opportunity? It was true that in the book, the Moon Goddess graces an individual to be reincarnated for her unfinished business. It will happen every year this month, but it did not happen for almost half a decade. “Shahida, stop it. The alpha