WINTER POV
"S-Slade?" I stuttered once again, my heart pounding as I desperately hoped I was not imagining things. The last time I had vivid hallucinations like this was only a month after his death. He walked into the room, looking worn out, and my happiness swelled as I prepared to run into his arms, but then reality hit me—he was just a figment of my imagination.Throughout that month, I had been plagued by this illusion, each feeling so real, only to dissipate into thin air. But this time, it felt different. It felt more tangible, more substantial than the first time.Compelled by my emotions, I approached him; my gaze fixed unwaveringly on his form. My hand instinctively reached out to touch the scruff on his cheek, but Kendall abruptly pulled me back.My back collided with Kendall's chest, jolting me back to my senses."What the hell are you doing?!" he growled, his voice laced with concern."Slade," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. "He's Slade!"Kendall's eyes narrowed, his jaw tensing. "I can see him too," he said, a vein pulsating in his jawline. "But mindlessly rushing to him might not be a good idea. We still don't know who he really is, apart from the resemblance.""I can feel it deep within me," I insisted, urgency seeping into my voice. "My wolf confirms it."Taking a deep breath, I placed a trembling hand over my racing heart and focused my gaze on Slade as he observed us.Kendall shook his head, cupping my face gently. "You're still hurting, Winter. It's possible to be mistaken," he said, his voice filled with worry. He pulled me into a tight hug, offering a brief moment of comfort before releasing me. At that moment, the Slade lookalike spoke."Do I need to ask what's going on here, or should I start with the best part? Whichever way, heads will roll," Slade lookalike said, a glint appearing in his eyes momentarily as his lips curled up in a mischievous smirk.He may have looked like Slade, but there was something off about him. His scent was peculiar, stronger than that of the other rogues present. The aura emanating from him carried an intensity that surpassed even theirs.He must be the king of the Rogue. Yet, for the life of me, I couldn't think of why Slade would be here looking like a rogue king."We've come seeking answers," I stated, surprised by the firmness in my voice. It was a rare moment of confidence that emerged deep within me, despite the overwhelming fear that coursed through my veins.Slade lookalike standing before us seemed more inclined to kill us than listen to anything we had to say. Yet, a smile curved upon his lips, and that small gesture stirred a rapid thumping in my heart."We should speak in private," Kendall interjected, breaking the tension in the air.Slade lookalike arched an eyebrow, observing us briefly before throwing his head back and bursting into laughter. "And why would I ever want to speak with you privately?"Damn it, the more he spoke, the more he diverged from the Slade I knew. Yet, deep within me, I knew he was the same at his core. He was the same person! Did the goddess and seer send me here on purpose?!"We mean you no harm; we only seek answers," Kendall insisted, dropping the knife he held to the ground and raising his hands in a gesture of surrender.Kendall glanced at me, and I mirrored his actions."I am the king here, and if we are to converse, it will be on my terms. However, I still don't trust you enough to engage in private discussion." Slade lookalike, the king of rogues said."The seer, Rachel the Fifth, sent us," I interjected, revealing the original title of our seer. She hailed from a long line of diviners, and she was the sole survivor of her lineage.For a moment, I watched the rogue king's expression transform from a smile to a grimace. His eyes narrowed at Kendall before settling on mine—beautiful blue orbs that seemed capable of peering deep into my soul."She is the seer of our pack, and she assured us that we would find answers if we came here," I explained, hoping to bridge the gap of understanding.The rogue king let out a sigh, scanning his surroundings. Then, in a murmured tone, he uttered, "Follow me."I nodded, dropping my hands and wincing as they ached. I rolled my eyes as a rogue shot me a glare, but the assertive voice of the Rogue King swiftly halted his hostility."No one touches them unless I say so," the Rogue King asserted.The rogues groaned collectively, disappointed that they wouldn't have the satisfaction of killing us. For now, we were spared. If the Rogue King held the answers I sought, this could be a successful encounter. However, I doubted he didn't have the intention of killing us as well. At least he had mentioned it.As we entered a spacious hall that resembled a throne room, the atmosphere shifted. Authority and grandeur permeated the air, embodied by the exquisite tapestries depicting heroic battles and legendary conquests. At the far end stood a magnificent throne, crafted from the finest oak and adorned with shimmering gold accents.I wiped my suddenly sweaty palms on my shirt and glanced at Kendall, who mirrored my nervous gesture. Being in the throne room felt like stepping into another world—one colder and more unwelcoming. The tension was discernible, erasing the sense of friendliness I had associated with the place.The Rogue King turned, his piercing ice-blue eyes seeming to bore into my soul, demanding respect and obedience. He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Perhaps he sensed my fear, but I refused to let him intimidate me. I tilted my chin and held his gaze unwaveringly.After what felt like an eternity, he finally looked away, and I released a relieved breath. But my breath hitched again as he took a step toward me. Instantly, Kendall positioned himself in front of me, his eyes narrowed."We've come for answers," Kendall declared."And I haven't denied you one," the Rogue King responded, his gaze still fixed on me. "Are you, by chance, intimidated by me?"Kendall scoffed, his bravado faltering slightly. "W-what? No!""Then leave the lady alone. She seems quite strong," the Rogue King remarked, his eyes lingering on mine."I'll be fine," I mumbled, touching Kendall's shoulder. "He won't harm me with you here, and I can defend myself if needed.""This is his territory," Kendall hissed. "Some things should be prevented before they even happen!"Just like Slade's death. It should have been prevented before it happened, but the damn prophecy messed everything up. Right now, everything felt chaotic, and being in the rogue pack seemed like a sick joke.Reluctantly, Kendall stepped away from my side as the rogue king approached. He reached out and grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. His voice was a low murmur as he asked, "Are you the bride sent to me by the goddess?""B-bride?" I stuttered, my eyes widening in disbelief. He nodded, a wolfish smile spreading across his face."N-no..."The rogue king growled, pulling me closer to him. "You smell like mate, and yet, the scent of those I kill clings to you. Who the fuck are you?!"RAFAEL'S POVI had seen her before. It wasn't the first time she appeared before me. Her waist-length white hair, paired with big blue eyes that widened with each word she spoke, along with the captivating scent that surrounded her, all added to her irresistible allure. There was an air of authority about her that drew me in. She was undeniably gorgeous, surpassing even the images I had seen of her in my dreams.Yet, what puzzled me was why she stood before me now. Could she be the Bride mentioned in the prophecy? The one who would aid me in reclaiming all that I had lost? However, she wasn't the type of she-wolf I had anticipated. She belonged to a pack—a fucking pack. I didn't know her personally, but mentioning Rachel made me realise who she was."I'm Winter Hall," she said, her big blue eyes gazing at me, her chin tilted defiantly. Even her stubbornness made her incredibly sexy. "I am the Luna Queen of the Moonstone Pack." Her eyes briefly glanced down before meeting my gaze again.
WINTER'S POVPacing around the room for the hundredth time, I let out a frustrated breath before walking over to the window. The rogue king—I still didn't know his name—had ordered a room to be prepared for me. Initially, I wanted to object and return to the pack to seek answers from the seer about what was happening. However, he stopped me from leaving.He had dared to halt me and threatened to arrest Kendall if I disobeyed. Manipulating me by using Kendall, he convinced me to stay, only to send Kendall away afterward, claiming he had no use for him. It was becoming absurd, the way everything was unfolding. It felt as though my autonomy had been stripped away. Once again, I found myself confined and unable to act independently.I was the fucking Luna queen, the one who gave orders and had them carried out. After Slade's death, everyone had pledged allegiance to me and obeyed my every command. Yet, I couldn't assert my authority over the rogue king. Even though I sensed something extr
WINTER'S POVJess's words kept echoing in my head. I had always known that Rafael was a tyrannical ruler; his reputation preceded him. But I never imagined that he had killed his mate. I had also never known about the curse that plagued him until now. In contrast, Slade was nothing like that. While one could argue that he was cursed, he wasn't mad, nor was he a murderer of his spouse. Slade was loving—the kind of mate anyone would wish for, and..."You still need to get dressed," a voice interrupted my thoughts.Startled, I turned around to see who had entered. My eyes widened as I recognised my mother standing by the room door. When did she arrive? I must have been so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice her presence."Winter," she said, walking further into the room."Mother," I replied, stepping into her embrace. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again."I'm sorry...""Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Leading me to the bed, she gently sa
WINTER'S POVThe room shimmered with the soft glow of flickering candles, casting dancing shadows upon the walls. Their gentle light seemed to mirror the conflicting emotions swirling within me - a blend of sorrow and perseverance.This room, unlike a grand cathedral, had a mystical aura, appearing more like a ritual chamber. It was the largest ritual room I had ever seen, filled with solemnity and significance. At its centre stood a mini altar adorned with an array of flowers in vibrant hues. I spotted Rafael standing beside a figure who seemed to be the pack's seer.Rafael looked impeccable in a sleek, black three-piece tuxedo that hugged his form with precision. The stark white shirt underneath created an elegant contrast against the darkness, and a black bowtie graced his collar. However, it wasn't just his dashing appearance that caught my attention; it was the genuine, wide grin that illuminated his face. He seemed genuinely thrilled to be marrying me.Meanwhile, my demeanour st
WINTER'S POVThe following day, the sound of footsteps jerked me awake from my slumber. Groaning, I sat up in bed and ran a hand through my hair, which I was sure must look like a bird's nest by now.I closed my eyes, feeling a throbbing in my head, before glancing around the room. It was the first time I took in my surroundings since entering yesterday. I found myself in a master suite with minimal furnishings. While it may have appeared plain, it still exuded an air of grandeur and elegance. The walls were painted in a subdued shade of brown, adding to the overall ambience.There was only one large window in the room, providing the only source of light at the moment, as only one chandelier illuminated the space. I must have overlooked it last night due to my eagerness to escape Rafael, even though my attempt had been futile.My ears perked up as I heard footsteps approaching, followed by Rafael's voice drawing nearer to the room. I patted the spot where he had slept last night, real
WINTER'S POVI stared at Rafael and the woman, observing their interactions. It took them a few seconds to break apart as if they had just noticed my presence in the room. Rafael looked at me, feigning surprise, and ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. The woman glanced in my direction, her lips turning down in disgust. "Who the hell is this?!" she exclaimed.I looked at Rafael, expecting him to introduce me, but he remained silent. The woman repeated her question, "Are you into this now? Is she here to watch us fuck? I never thought you were into a woman like this." She wrinkled her nose and appraised me from head to toe before wrapping her arms around Rafael's neck.Who was she? I pondered. Before I could come up with any answers, Rafael responded to me almost immediately. "She's my answer," he said."What do you mean she's your answer?""I thought who'd take my place would be perfect; she's even more dumber than I imagined," scoffed the woman.Anger surged through me, and I cl
RAFAEL'S POVWas I too harsh on her? Should I not have said what I did? Definitely not.Shaking my head, I lifted the glass filled with bourbon to my lips and downed its contents before sighing. Since I left Winter, deep down within me, I couldn't help but feel like I had wronged her.It felt wrong to enter into an oath with her, but I never anticipated it would end as abruptly as it did.A scoff escaped Vivian's lips, and I turned to where she stood by the door. I had forgotten she was in the room with me."I was trying to get acquainted with that woman pushing a child on you. The nerve of her! And she thinks she's better than everyone just because she's a Luna!" Vivian exclaimed."Oh, she thinks so?" I asked.Vivian nodded, waving her fingers in the air and blowing on them. I could have sworn she had her nails painted when I saw her earlier; it was strange to see her wearing another colour."Don't you see how she acted around you? I heard she's only been here for a day. What sane pe
RAFAEL'S POVSeeking solace and a momentary escape from the tension inside the house, which Vivian caused, I decided to find tranquillity in the garden surrounding the pack house. Although I didn't visit often, it was a place I went to whenever I needed a clear head, and it usually worked.The sun's brilliance cast a radiant glow on the flowers and pathways as I strolled along, lost in my thoughts. When I reached the picturesque gazebo nestled among the blooming roses, I paused, leaning against a pillar and gazed up at the bright sky before shielding my eyes."Lovely," I mumbled as my eyes caught the bachelor's button flower, and my brows furrowed as it reminded me of Winter's big blue eyes. Shaking my head to clear the thought of her, I heard soft murmurs.Slanting my head to catch more of what was being said, I turned in the opposite direction of the garden, which led to a serene pond, letting my ears guide me to the voices."Do you think it's safe to stay here?" I heard a hushed wh