Vivian burst out laughing, her laughter hysterical and haunting. It's like she heard the funniest thing ever.
“Don't worry Kiara, I don't have the intention of staining my hands with your filthy blood. However, I am going to put you in a situation worse than death.” She declared with a dark glint flashing through her eyes. “ Guards!” She called and only then did I realize that she had two men accompanying her. “ Hold her down.” She ordered with a sinister smile playing at the corner of her lips. I shivered, fear gripping my every nerve. “ What do you want to do?” I asked, terrified of whatever madness she was up to. “ Don't worry, you'll see what I am up to.” She answered. The two guards grabbed each of my hands in a tight grip, restraining my movement. I watched in horror as Vivian removed a dagger from goddess knows where. She started approaching me with calculated steps. “ I have been wondering why everyone seems to like and protect you. I mean,you are nothing but a pathetic weak omega who can't even shift. That man was willing to die for you and Hunter? Although he claims to hate you, he still hasn't rejected you. Every time I bring the matter up, he keeps hesitating.” Vivian said before scoffing. “I wonder what he likes in you. Could it be this pretty face?” Vivian asked, already standing before me. The dagger in her hands trailed dangerously across my face and I fought the urge to pull back. “ Tell me Kiara, would he still hesitate when your pretty face is gone and replaced by bloody wounds?” Vivian pondered. Her words made my insides churn in horror. “ What do you want to do? Vivian, I am warning you, don't…” Lena started but before she could finish, Vivian sliced the side of my jaw. A scream echoed through the four walls as my blood trickled down my chin and soaked through my clothes. Vivian burst out laughing, clearly pleased by her hand job. The guards holding me down released me and I slumped on the floor. “ Now, let the game begin.” Vivian announced before walking towards Lena. Her hands and legs were bound with silver chains and tied on the wall, leaving her weak and vulnerable. My eyes widened as I watched Vivian drive the dagger she used to slice my face straight into Lena’s heart. A mouthful of blood sputtered from Lena's mouth as her body slowly fell to the dirty floor. A blood curdling scream tore through me as I pushed my weak body to crawl towards her. " Not so fast." Vivian declared before prying my hands open and thrusting the bloodied knife in my arms. She then wiped her hands clean before screaming. I could hear her say something from the back of my mind but I didn't bother to make out the words. I pushed harder to reach Lena where she laid. I saw her life slipping out of her body and just when I was about to reach her, she breathed her last. I managed to catch her last words to me " Don't give up." Tears I thought I had exhausted earlier trickled down my cheeks as I held Lena's lifeless body, sobbing my eyes out. My mourning was however interrupted by a sharp heavy kick on my ribs which detached me from Lena, sending me slamming on the walls before slumping on the floor. I coughed out a mouthful of blood, my head suddenly feeling heavy and vision disoriented. " Very well Kiara. It seems I underestimated the extent of your cruelty." Hunter barked, his voice pulling me from whatever knockout his kick gave me. I struggled to lift my aching body to look him in the face and when I did, I wished I didn't. Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Those emotions swirled on Hunter's face as he regarded me. My fleeting gaze caught a smirk on Vivian's face. The realization of what was happening hit me hard and I felt my heart tremble. " I can't believe you had the guts to silence your best friend to stop her from testifying against you." Hunter said, his voice laced with venom. His gaze held disgust and loathing. I shook my head, trying to shake away the pain and dizziness clouding my head. " Hunter, I didn't do this. You know I would never hurt her." I argued, pleading for him to listen. His hateful gaze however didn't falter, if anything , it intensified. " Vivian told me everything that happened. I am not blind either, I saw the bloodied dagger in your hands.” Hunter declared. I could not help but smile mockingly. So, he believed the lies that Vivian fed him, again? Without as much as investigating what happened, he tried and sentenced me as a murderer? " You have the guts to smile after all the atrocities you have committed?" Hunter snarled. I didn't flinch at the intensity of his anger.On the contrary, I smiled, yet again. " Isn't it funny? I am your mate but you'd rather listen to her because you feel guilty for sleeping with her? You believe her words, no matter how ridiculous they are but won't open your eyes and see the truth? I killed Lena? For what reason exactly? Why would I bother harming the only person who treated me like a true friend just to hide the so- called truth? I am already damned and in hell, what else can possibly happen to me? " I screamed. I didn't know what came over me but my words seemed to have the desired effect. Hunter was speechless,for a moment.He had no more words to feed me. His eyes however betrayed his uncertainty. He wasn't sure of what was the truth anymore. However, that didn't last long as their hatred returned in his face after Vivian whispered something into his ears. " Smart move Kiara but I am not stupid enough to fall for it. You think you are in hell? Let me show you what hell tastes like.” Hunter declared with a sneer before turning around, barking orders to the guards outside my cell. *** I lost count of how long I remained locked up in the dungeons. Days and nights passed with no sign of Hunter or that wretched bitch Vivian.Hunter promised me hell and hell he was giving me. Every day,the guards would whip me with silver hooked whips until I passed out. After days, whipping wasn't the only thing they did. They started forcing themselves on me. Hunter could feel them tainting me but he didn't try to stop them. I mean,why would he when he made sure to sleep with Vivian as many times as possible,adding more to my pain. What was worse was having to remain with my best friend’s dead corpse in my cell. The smell was one thing but the sight of her lifeless rotting body as a result of my mistakes was the most haunting part. Nightmares became a solid part of my nights. “ I'll make sure to break you until you beg me to kill you.” Those were Hunter's last words when he walked out of the dungeon. He made sure to fulfill his promise because every time a new set of whipping and torture started, I would pray for ny death. The wounds from the whips piled up with each passing day.Unable to bear the pain and torture, my wolf finally deserted me. Without her, I could not heal the wounds which led to them being infected. “ Have you learnt your lesson yet? Are you ready to confess?”Kiara’s POV My mind was a battlefield, but my body had already surrendered. The second my lips crashed against his, every wall I’d spent weeks building crumbled into dust. This wasn’t a kiss of forgiveness or even of love, it was a desperate, raw explosion of all the emotions I’d been stuffing deep down. I knew this was wrong, the remaining sane part of me couldn't stop ringing it in my ears, but I was far gone now. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him flush against me, a silent, ferocious need driving the movement. A low moan bubbled at the base of my throat the moment my body came in contact with his, and it made me realize just how much I'd missed his body. Darius responded instantly, a low, guttural sound rumbling in his chest as his hands left my waist to cup my face, tilting my head to deepen the connection. My lips parted, inviting him in, and his tongue swept in with a dominating urgency that stole my breath entirely. He tasted like regret
Kiara’s POV I froze the moment I saw him. In the last couple of days, I'd steeled myself that nothing could scare me, or come as a shock. I'd built my defenses so high up that whoever tried to scale through would die trying. Well, that was what I told myself, and I guess it had been working, until I bumped into him. Of course it had to be him. Of all the people in the universe I could run into, it just had to be the one person I was avoiding. Great. Just fucking great. Darius stood there in the middle of the corridor, that unreadable look etched across his face. It was the same one I used to mistake for calm, but now it just looked like control, and I hated that it still made my stomach twist.Time seemed to slow to a halt between us. We were both staring at each other, but none of us, dared to break the silence barrier. It was almost as if we were individually scared of what was going to happen next. I wasn't sure how much time had passed , but eventually, I turned on my heel
Kiara’s POV Morning time used to be my favorite time of the day, but in the last couple of days, I liked to think I didn't share that sentiment anymore. The mornings seemed to drag on if anything, and I found myself wishing it never came. I barely slept at night, but somehow, I'd preferred tossing and turning over actually waking up and facing a new day. The first thing I noticed that morning was how quiet everything felt. It was the kind of quiet that didn’t bring peace, but the kind that reminded you something inside you had gone missing.Hell, everything around me these days seemed to remind me of what I didn't have anymore, or more importantly, who. So I did the only reasonable thing I could think of. I trained. Again and again and again, till my muscles ached and my bones cried out in pain. The wooden dummy in front of me had already lost one arm and part of its head, but I didn’t stop. Every strike, every punch, every kickp, it all blended together ubehind me, muscles sc
Darius' POV The council chamber felt colder at night. I hated how I'd come to notice this, because it clearly meant one thing. I was beginning to spend too much time in there and with the same people I could swear were vultures on the look out for their next meal to devour.Or maybe I was wrong and it was just me, or perhaps the air really was heavier and thick with the kind of silence that hid knives.I'd found their letter of summons waiting for me after I'd returned from the training field. When I whispered to the moon goddess that I needed a distraction, best believe that a meeting with them wasn't what I was talking about. I needed something to clear my head and rid me of thoughts that seemed to be swirling around one person. I wasn't a soothsayer, but I was a hundred percent sure that whatever the fuck they had to say, was somehow connected to Kiara. With a sigh that only I heard, I pushed away the thought, before turning to the people in front of me. I stood before them,
Darius' POV The corridor outside Kiara’s room was dim and too quiet. It was silly, but a part of me told me that was a sign that I shouldn't be anywhere near here. But the other side of me, the more stubborn part, told me the silence was something I had to endure if I really wanted to do it. The silence that hovered around wasn't helping. It was the kind of silence that pressed against your chest, lilee its main aim had been to wipe me out of the face of this earth entirely. It also didn't help that I’d stood there for longer than I should have, my hand hovering over the door,as I tried to summon the right words , as if there were any.“Am I doing the right thing?” I muttered to myself. “What if I just turned back now that no one had seen me yet?”A million and one thoughts ran through my head all at once. My mind was a beehive, and I just knew for a fact that if I didn't get myself to calm down, I would run mad. I was still balls deep into thinking about what I was going to do
Kiara’s POV The dummy hit the ground before I even realized I’d struck it again. Its wooden torso cracked under the blow, scattering splinters across the floor like bone fragments, but I didn’t stop. Instead , my fists moved on their own as a strike, block, and another strike too. It probably sounded weird, but each impact dulled the ache in my chest for just a moment before it came roaring back, stronger.Sweat clung to my skin, my breaths coming harsh and uneven. I’d lost track of time hours ago. The sun had shifted from gold to white to something else entirely, but I didn’t care. I wanted to keep moving, I needed to, because the second I stopped, I’d have to think.Thinking meant remembering, and I didn't want to remember. I would rather die than do that.My mind swirled with a million and one things, but despite how hard I tried to push them away, they came crawling back. I remembered the feeling of his hands, his voice. And his eyes, his eyes when he told the Council I was no