Kiara’s POV If I'd thought the kiss was the only thing Darius had planned for me, then clearly I was mistaken. I blinked back a couple of times, hoping that something would change, but it didn't. Or if I was being clearer, something did change, but not in the direction I thought it would go. My eyes were wide, staring at Darius. My mind was a mess too, as I struggled to figure out what was going on at the moment.He was kissing me. Why? Why did he barge in here just to kiss me? After everything that had happened between us, was this the right way to settle things? Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. A small part of me couldn't have wished for anything better. The only thing that clouded my mind right now, was the fact that he was kissing me. Apparently, I was the only one with this issue. The thoughts had barely registered itself in the back of my mind before something caught my attention. No, not something, but someone. Darius. A small groan slid past his lips as he p
Kiara’s POV The silence in my room was louder than it had any right to be, and I hated it. It was quiet, so quiet that all I could hear was the rapid thumping of my heart against my chest. It was so intense, I was surprised the vital organ hadn't popped out of my body and scattered it's remains on the ground by now. I sucked in a large mouthful of air, and without thinking, I found my feet leading me to the edge of the room and back. This had been going on for the longest time now, and if I was being honest, I wasn't sure if I could stop it. Pacing had never really solved anything, but it was all I had now. Every few seconds, my eyes darted toward the door, hoping, and praying for a miracle. A miracle in the form of Darius, a tiny voice whispered at the back of my head. It was right though. Deep down, I knew the cause of my anxiety, but for the first time, knowing that did nothing to help me come up with a solution. If anything, all it did was make all the more worried and anx
Kiara's POV I should have known the toast wasn’t going to be simple. If anything could serve as a good indication at how complex things were over here, I liked to think Stone Howl’s crest was the number one example. I'd always admired the damn thing, but now that I was no longer a part of the pack anymore, I guess you could easily say it was disgusting. Maybe it was that way because they decided to banish me from what I'd known to be my home. Whatever it was though, everything about it wasn't simple Nothing in this place ever was. I watched as a servant brought a tray up to the platform Hunter was standing on. There were two goblets on the tray, one of Vivian and the Alpha apparently, and the moment Hunter raised his goblet, the room fell silent in anticipation. His gaze swept over the guests before locking on me and Darius. “To courage, to sacrifice,” he said smoothly, “and to unexpected heroes.” A few heads turned our way, and while that should have made me feel somewhat of
Kiara’s POV I knew I wasn't ready for it, but somehow , something deep inside me was able to convince me otherwise. Over time, I'd heard that outward appearances helped when you needed your confidence boosted a little bit, and while I prayed that the makeover the maids had given us would carry us through whatever trap Hunter had set for us, I quickly came to realize that every silver lining and hope of mine, was simply tied to wishful thinking. I was wrong, my entire thought process was wrong. I thought I was ready for this, but the moment we entered the grand hall told me otherwise.The room was drenched in gold, literally. Chandeliers sparkled above, and I didn't miss the diamonds embedded in some of them. The high walls were draped in deep emerald tapestries bearing Stone howl’s crest, a silver wolf,with its head raised mid howl, and around it, the said howl was flanked by silver daggers. Fairy lights accompanied the already shining place, and I didn't miss the many flowers
Kiara’s POV After Vivian and Hunter's exit, it was clear to see that our stay here wasn't going to be all that rosy. No matter how hard I tried to put together the painting of a little bit of rest for Darius and me, it just refused to stick together. Why? I was simply being delusional, overly delusional at that too. Just as Hunter had promised, the maids ushered us to our rooms to help us get prepared. Thanks to the chain if events and everything the moon goddess had put us through, it wasn't that hard for me to fall asleep the moment my head touched one of the pillows propped up against the king sized bed. Perhaps I'd told myself that when I woke up the next day, things would be slightly better between Darius and I, and we would finally be okay again. But as always, I was wrong. Very very wrong. I wasn't sure how long I'd slept for, but the slight pain in my back that accompanied me when I finally woke up could only mean two things; I was too exhausted that one night of sleep
Kiara's POV If silence had a scent, it would be no doubt whatever perfume Vivian wore. Time seemed to slow for a second as I took her in. While Darius and I had made our way towards the palace, I had totally forgotten that we were supposed to face two villains, not just one. I'd been so obsessed with Hunter, that I'd totally forgotten he had an accomplice.Vivian.Her name brought back memories, heinous ones I thought I had forgotten by now. She was responsible for all of this, for everything that had ever happened to me. I lost my best friend because of her, I lost my mate to her too, and even though she deserved worse than death itself, she stood in front of me, a bright smile on her lips and mischief dancing in her eyes. She stood there for a beat too long, still smiling, still poised, but I could see it in her eyes,the calculation behind every tilt of her head, every graceful step she took forward. Her gaze stayed pinned on me like a spotlight, and I was the moth pretending