"What the hell, Omelia? You didn’t tell me that your son was a fucking psychotic monster." Riaz yells, banging open the door as he walks into the room.His fight with the king was one he didn’t expect. He knew there was no way he could ever win against the king, but what Omelia had failed to tell him was that the king was more than just a wolf; he was the definition of the devil himself."We got what we wanted, didn’t we?" Omelia asked with a roll of the eyes."Yes, but at the expense of my life. I could have fucking died.""But you didn’t, did you?""Yeah, thanks to the moon goddess." Riaz yelled. "I didn’t sign up for this, just to have my life ended by the same man who killed my brother.""You act like your brother was blameless; he brought whatever he got upon himself." Omelia spat out. "He should have known better than to go after my son's mate.""How in the hell was he supposed to know? He thought she was your son's little whore. Every single one had that time. Who would have th
It had been a week since the incident in the palace, a week since the connection he felt with Micaela had been broken. It's been a week since he found himself in this never-ending cycle of pain that he can’t seem to get over.It felt like his heart was constantly ripped to shreds, over and over again. It was like he had never known happiness, and all that was left was this void. He knew a void could not be filled except by one person.Was this what his father felt right before his death? Was this what every shifter who had lost a mate felt? The will to not move on or do anything but drown in their agony and misery.Orpheus grabbed yet another bottle of whisky and filled up the glass, chugging it all in one swing before setting it down and filling it up again. He wasn’t sure how many bottles he had drank so far; hell, he wasn’t even sure what day of the week it was. All he knew was that he had been stuck in this very same position, beside the bed, facing the window, and watching the da
The rest of the morning went by in a blur and yet was fruitless. There was still no news concerning Micaela, which was frustrating with every second that went by. I couldn’t concentrate on anything; I felt the constant need to hit something, but I kept holding onto the bit of connection I could feel between Micaela and me.It was six. In the evening, as I sat in my office, my face in my hands, I thought I got the chance to rest until now, and despite sitting here, I felt restless. There was no way I could eat or sleep, not with my mind and every part of me filled with worry and frightened to the core.It was beginning to feel overwhelming. I lean back in my chair and pinch the bridge of my nose. With every second that went by, I was trying to keep the beast in me in check. He hasn’t been out since the time Micaela first met him, but I was very certain he cares for and loves her just as much as Silver and I do.What I was more worried about was the chaos he would cause if he got contro
It’s been a day since she's been locked here, and Micaela couldn’t help but ponder if she was ever going to make it out of the hellhole they kept her in.It didn’t help that she couldn’t use her powers because of the neck chain. She also couldn’t reach Orpheus no matter how much time she had tried, which had been the entire night, yet it was fruitless.Yesterday’s ordeal replayed in her head again. The more she thought back to how she got into this situation, the more she couldn’t believe Elijah's involvement.What could she have possibly done to have him take her and lock her up here?His betrayal was something she hadn’t seen coming, and she doubted Orpheus was aware of it. Hell, if he was, then he probably would have been here already to rescue her.A part of her was curious as to what his reason was for taking her; she was certain she had come up with tonnes of reasons to justify his actions. He was, after all, a friend and her mate’s cousin.Micaela sighs, running a hand through
I felt my anger increase with every step I took, and my fight with Loukas did nothing to ease the rage I felt.Every being in me was filled with the thought of Micaela, worried sick that she might be in the worst pain, scared that whoever took her might hurt her and the baby.I knew for a fact that she was still alive; I could still feel her. Our bond, though faint, was still there.Making my way back up to the floor of our room, I tried sniffing the hallway in hopes of getting her scent, but it was all fruitless.Not when her scent was concealed with that of her kidnappers. My hands were clenched in a tight fist, and my breath was hectic as I paced up and down the hallway, waiting for Kyros to return.I had mind-linked him the second I walked out of the dining room to search for my mother and see if she was around the palace, but I still haven’t gotten any news from him yet.Letting out a deep, frustrating sigh, I thought back to my fight with Loukas, a part of me feeling guilty, but
"Eli…jah, wh…at are you doing?" I asked, falling to the floor.Elijah bends, picking me up in a bridal style. "I’m really sorry, Micaela; I wish I had other choices. I hope one day you and Orpheus find it in your hearts to forgive me, but for now, I’ve got to do what’s best for my family.""Where are you taking me?" My head lolled over his arm as he carried me down the hallway in the opposite direction of the main stairs.Elijah kicked one of the panels at the end of the passageway, revealing a secret stairway. In my haze, I couldn't help but wonder if Orpheus knew about this.Elijah carried me easily as he hurried down the five flights of stairs, skirting around the palace while remaining hidden in the shadows.“Good, you’ve got her," a deep voice said. "I was beginning to think you changed your mind." A man stepped forward from the darkness. I shake off the blurriness, trying to get a proper look at his face.A very familiar scar ran down from above his left eye."It's not like I ha