Elizabeth's POV
When I get up, I look around to find myself in an unfamiliar bed. It's still a little dark outside, and I don't get it at first.
I slowly start to move my body to get up. I yelp at the pain in my lower body.
That's when it clicked. My eyes widen at the realization.
I look down to my body to see if anything is wrong, Praying it's all a dream, but the reality is a b*tch. Last night Tina and her friends drugged me.
WHY… covering my face with my hands, I cry.
I don't know how long I sobbed. When I stop and braise myself, I lift my face to look at my surrounding.
I see my body covered in bruises and bites, questioning my life.
This room is quite large compared to other rooms you have been assigned to clean and check on.
The large bed covers a large part of the room, leaving both sides to walk around freely. There is a couch just in the front of the room.
The floor is covered with carpet. It's very smooth under my feet as I walk around cautiously around the room to look if anyone is present in the room other than me.
I sigh with relief when I notice no other living being's presence in the room. I see how my clothes are piled up on the floor.
I collect them all and put them on before slipping out of the room. Thank God the hallway is empty.
I notice it's still not the time to get up to start your day. So, I made my way towards the exit to reach my house without any problems.
When I move towards my home, I feel an intense gaze on my back. The prickling sensation sends my mind to high alert.
I turn around in search of the source but find non. It's still dark to see anything clearly, or is it only me.
I stare at the dark for a few seconds but do not find anything. I turn around and start to pace towards the place I call house, but I move fast because of fear this time.
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I slowly open the front door of my house, trying to not make any noise to wake up others to make my life a hell.
I get into the house and slowly close the door and lick the lock close. I freeze when the lights turn on in the living room.
I slowly turn around to see Tina with a smug look on her face. Behind her is her mother, Linda, with an angry face glaring at me.
If their looks could kill, I would have been dead a hundred times already. Okay, what does she want now?
"Why are you so late to come home?" Tina smirks at me.
"Ohh, you should know why I'm late, don't you?" I shoot darts at her.
She fakes innocence on her face "how would I know? I only met you during my dinner, and when I offered you the ride to the home, you rejected me.
"You said you can get home by yourself," she lies without batting an eye.
"You, Lier, how dare you to say that after you drugged me" I point the finger at her.
"Shut up, how dare you put such a nonsense blame on my precious daughter" Aunt Linda moves forward.
My face stings when she slaps me hard on my chicks.
"She is so concerned that you didn't come home so late that she is keeping me awake to wait for you, and you blame her like that" she lifts her hand to slap me on my other side.
I stay still, not saying a word as she slaps me continuously.
I can feel the metallic taste on my tongue as my inner skin rips at the impact and blood woos out in my mouth.
"B*itch, if you want to go sleep around with whoever you get your hands on, then go do your business elsewhere, not here when you are staying in my home."
"How will my daughter live in the city head held high if you do this prostituting in the city? Who will marry my daughter?" my aunt kicks me on my leg, making me fall to the floor.
Tears run down my face, but I don't utter a word to them, knowing if I do, this will be my last day in this house.
I just have to wait 2 more months to get out of here as I turn 18. I can have a proper job and rent a room to stay in on my own. I don't want a legal guardian then.
Linda yanks my hair to have me face her "listen, will you little wh*re don't you dare go fucking around like you did today, or I'll kick you out of this house" she pushes me hard as my face slams to the ground.
She leaves, disappearing into her room, leaving only Tina and me.
Tina moves towards me kicks me on my stomach. I grunt because of the pain.
"What will you do now, Ellie? You lost something precious to women to an unknown person, who will marry you even if you move out from my home."
"I'll make sure you can't leave a happy life with the one you love" Tina kicks me again and leaves me on the ground disappearing into her room just like her mother.
I cry for a long time on the floor of the living room. I bite my hands to stop the loud sobs that rip through my throat.
When brightness starts to cover the room, I lift myself from the bottom to get started with the shitty day, which I know will be a pain in the ass even before it starts.
I slowly drag my aching body to my room. When I look at the clock on the table beside my bed, it still reads 4 in the morning.
I sigh then flop into the bed to get at least an hour's sleep before getting up. Even though I can't sleep, my body needs rest.
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When I get up after an hour, I move to get ready to start my day.
This one-hour sleep made my eyes sting, but they are still fluffy. I can hardly open them to look at myself in the mirror because of the crying I did yesterday.
I sigh as I try not to open my eyes and brush my teeth and hop into the shower to get cleaned up.
When I leave the shower, my eyes are a little less swollen now, so I can see clearly now. I look at myself in the mirror.
When I see all the bruises and marks on my naked body, I feel my eyes replenish with fresh tears.
As I start looking at all the marks, my eyes travel from my stomach to my breasts and neck.
I stare at that place for a few seconds as my eyes widen at what I see there.
When the war ended and the blood dried into the earth, Elizabeth stood beneath the great moonlit boughs of the forest where her soul had endured its greatest trials—and also where it had found love.The Greenwood mansion—ancestral home of her maternal lineage—had stood untouched for generations on the other side of the continent, isolated on a forgotten cliff, surrounded by old magic.But that place no longer felt like home. It hadn’t for a long time.Her home was here now, in the forest where Christian had first held her while she bled, where her children had laughed for the first time, where the bond of peace had been born from sacrifice.She approached the council of elders—the newly formed Circle of Peace that included fae, vampire, and human envoys from the Greenwood family elders—and made a humble request:“Let the Greenwood Mansion be moved—not in stone or brick, but in name and spirit—to the forest where this peace was forged.""Let this land, where the ritual was completed an
The first wave of wolves charges straight for the ritual site. Fangs glisten under the eerie light of the ritual fire, claws slash through the air with lethal precision. Elizabeth barely has time to react before Christian yanks her behind him, his crimson eyes blazing.“Protect the ritual at all costs!” Christian below, his voice cutting through the battlefield.The vampires move first, their speed a blur as they intercept the oncoming attack. Blades clash, fangs sink into flesh, and the sharp scent of blood fills the air. The fairies unleash their magic, shimmering bursts of golden light forming barriers and attacks against the werewolves.The first werewolf lunged. It was fast, a blur of muscle and fur, but Christian was faster. His blade met its mark, slicing through flesh with lethal precision. A strangled yelp, then silence as the body crumpled. Then came the others. Like a tidal wave of rage and fury, the werewolves attacked. They tore through the clearing, their howls fillin
The air at the ritual site was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of fate pressing down on the gathered supernatural beings.The stone circle, carved from the bones of the earth itself, hummed with dormant power.At its center, the ritual fire flickered with an unnatural emerald glow, waiting for the final blood to be spilled to awaken the ancient bond between creatures.Elizabeth tightened her grip around the ceremonial dagger in her hand, feeling the magic coil around her fingers like a whisper of fate.This ritual had to succeed—there was no other option. Without it, the balance between supernatural beings and humans would shatter, and the world would descend into chaos.But something was wrong.She could feel it in the way the wind shifted suddenly, in the way the fire flickered erratically as if sensing the unease in the hearts of those gathered.A low, guttural growl rippled through the clearing, sending a shiver of tension through the gathered ritual participants.The w
Deep within the heart of the forest, where the canopy of leaves allowed only slivers of moonlight to pierce through, two figures stood in the shadow of ancient trees. The air was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the distant howl of wolves and the occasional rustle of leaves.Alpha Brannon's eyes glowed a sharp amber, his gaze fixed on the bloodied body of his son, Austin. His hands clenched into fists so tight that his claws pierced his own palms, drawing blood. Rage seethed through every vein in his body, his wolf howling for vengeance. His broad shoulders trembled with barely restrained fury."Look at him, Alpha," Tina’s voice slithered into his ears, soft and poisonous like the hiss of a snake. She crouched beside Austin's lifeless form, her hand gently brushing his blood-soaked hair. "Your son... your heir... gone. And who did this to him?" She tilted her head, her eyes glinting with malice.Brannon didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on Austin’s lifeless face, ea
The forest stretched out in an endless sea of green, but his path was clear. Each step he took felt heavier than the last, like the weight of unseen chains dragging him back. The crisp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled his senses, but it wasn’t enough to quiet the storm in his mind.Liam Black — Alpha of the Black Panther Pack — moved with predatory grace, his golden eyes sharp as a blade in the dim twilight. His sleek black coat, faintly visible through the open flaps of his cloak, shone faintly under the dying red light of the setting sun. His muscles coiled and uncoiled with each step as his internal battle raged on.Every instinct told him to turn around. To go back. To keep his distance from her.Elizabeth.Her name lingered in his mind like a stubborn thorn. The half-sister he didn’t ask for. The girl who had everything he didn’t.“She had a mother,” he thought bitterly, his jaw tightening. “I had him.”His father's face flashed in his mind — sharp eyes, a voice like t
The air hums with quiet tension as the group moves deeper into the heart of the forest. Shadows stretch long beneath the canopy, and the fading sunlight filters through in jagged beams, cutting through the mist that curls along the ground. Each step forward feels heavier than the last, as though the earth itself knows the gravity of what’s to come.The Ritual Stone stands at the center of a wide clearing, a massive slab of ancient rock with deep etchings carved by hands long gone. The sigils glow faintly as if they can already sense the magic in the air. It’s a sacred place — one that has seen countless rituals over the centuries. It will see another today.It is surrounded by small stone basins symbolizing different races of creatures. All the stone basins are connected to the Ritual Stone my magic.Elizabeth stands at the edge of the clearing, her fingers brushing the rough bark of a nearby tree. Her gaze is distant, eyes narrowed on the horizon where the sun slowly dips lower and l