"Why should I believe you?" She finally says, her voice trembling slightly. "You handed me over to them before! You are confusing me! Are you for me or against me!”“Alora! This is not the time! I will explain later!” I put out my hands in an extension to her, but she doesn't take them- instead she takes a few steps back, she is scared of me now and it stings at my heart"I'm trying to help you now," I say, my voice low and urgent.“I don't need your help!” she almost screams, but she immediately remembers where we are“Please…” I plead silently but urgently. I reach out, my hand almost touching her arm, but she raises the stick up as if to show that he would attack me. "Trust me, just this once."Her eyes soften, then it hardens, then softens again. She opens her mouth as if to speak, closes it, opens it again. I can see that she is having an internal conflict- asking herself if she should trust me. She takes half a step toward me, stops, retreats. The bends -lowers an inch, then ris
At first, Alora bursts out of the car running Stop her!" Agatha's commands. Two of Darren's men lunge for her, but she is a bit fast dodging them severally when they try to catch her. For a moment, I think she might make it. Then three more guards appeared before she knows it, she is caught. "No!" she screams as they drag her. "Let me go!" she struggles. Then seeing that her struggles are futile, she understand the severity situation and she begins begging "Please," Alora whimpers as they drag her. "Please don't do this." Her voice is getting smaller and smaller. She keeps looking at me with tears in her face “Lucas, please..." she begs anything and anyone I turn away. I couldn't bear to see her like this- plus I also have my own problem- I don't know what Agatha is planning to do to me and my family ran. "Bring her here," Agatha commanded, pointing at the spot in front of her. "And this time, make sure she can't run." They dragged her back, her feet leaving trails in t
“Okay… that is Enough!" Agatha pulls something from her coat – a black amulet that looks strange. "Let us stop this!” she screams before she turns to AloraYou leave me no choice.""Oh please, shut up, mother," Alora says. "You just consistently make the wrong choices."She raised both hands, and the earth beneath us begins to tremble. Cracks appears in the ground, spreading outward from where she levitats. White energy crackles around her like lightning."Hold her!" Agatha commanded, but even she took a step back. Something was wrong. Very wrong.Alora's body begins to convulse, her eyes rolling back until only the whites showed."What's happening?" Emma whispers behind me, clutching my mother's arm. I want to tell her everything would be okay, but I cannot find my voice.“Just stay away…” I say instead. “Run away… follow mother!” I talk to her with a sense of haste and panic“No I cannot leave you here, brother Lucas…” she breaks down crying“Go… go!” I urge in urgency“No! I will n
Leah’s POVMy earbuds are stuck deep in my ears. I am listening to my music, nodding my head and almost dancing. But despite my loud music, l hear a loud commotion coming from outside. Unsure if I am hearing right, I pull out my ear pods and the noise increases. From my bedroom window, I can see my mother's convoy approaching. Immediately they arrive, the guards start filing out of the car and I noticed that they are tensed up. I wonder what is happening that makes them so tense- their formations tighter than usual and they stand at attention. I am still trying to figure out what is happening when I see Alora. Wow! See who is tired of running from home. My dear sister, bound in silver chains, bleeding because of the spikes on the chain that drags and tears her skin aggressively as she walksFrom the way she is reacting that can tell that it is pure silver and the chains are huge with so much spikes around them her body is all bloodedI rush downstairs, my heart pounding with a mix of
"Harry!" Mother screams- she is no longer as calm as before. Most of the time, mummy confuses me- I cannot tell you she likes daddy if she hates him. She runs to him as the guards pull him away from Alora. There is red all over his skin now- forming chain marks where the chain had touched himI stand there, rooted to the spot, watching. How everything is turning chaotic. Lucas is now fighting against his chains again, trying to reach both Alora and Father. Mother is already screaming at the guard- she is giving them orders to do something immediately. She is demanding they fetch the healer. And Alora... Alora had finally lifted her head completely, and she is staring into my eyes… she looks different. It is as if she doesn't hate me. She is not angry at me. But… but she pities me. Pity? Who should be in the position to pity each other. It should be me having pity on her! I fold my hands in anger, temporarily forgetting the situation on groundI turned away first- even though I am ang
Hours has passed since Alora's return. It is night and I cannot sleep properly. Mother has not really told me where she found her, and the circumstances surrounding it. Every time I close my eyes, I see Lucas's face - not looking at me with love, but staring at my sister with such love and devotion it makes me sick. I roll over in my bed, grabbing my phone to look at King Alonso's picture again. There is a news on the internet saying that the search for Alora should stop- I think he knows that Alora is here and I wonder what he will do next. I wish I can have him for myself- he's a very fine man… his facial features…. They make me want to touch myself in a very unholy way Show me it is morning and my wolf is eager- she wants to make sure that everything is handled. I decide it's time to pay Alora a visit. The silver chains have weakened her significantly which is very good, but I wonder why she needs that amount of chains and spikes to bind her down- it's not like she is such a stron
I need to deal with Lucas. I find him in the gardens, where he's allowed limited supervision and limited time. He's looking toward the dungeons, probably thinking about Alora. Rubbish. By the time I am done with hom, he will be crawling and begging me for mercy"What are you doing?" I ask, making him jump. He looks at me but he does not say anything. "You know, I just thought of your sister, Emma. She is growing up to be a fine woman..."His head snaps toward me. "Leave her out of this,” he growls"Why should I? She's such a sweet girl. Sixteen, right? Or twelve? I don't know, but I know she just joined the young wolves club," I roll my eyes casually. "It would be a shame if something happened to her. A random rogue attack, perhaps? An accident? Wolves can be so unpredictable...""You wouldn't dare," he growls, but I see the fear in his eyes and I know that his voice shakes a little"Try me and see" I smile. "Now, about our engagement announcement? Should it be next week…?”"I'll neve
Alpha Harry's POVMy heart shatters into a million pieces when I see my daughter in chains. My precious Alora, bound in silver, her skin torn and bleeding, looking like she's been through hell and back. The guards are everywhere, their formations are so tense, it makes me worry about Alora, but I barely notice their presence. All I can see is my little girl- the one who I have so neglected"My little girl," I whisper, the words escaping before I can stop them. My feet move of their own accord, carrying me toward her despite the guards' warnings about the silver. I push past them like they're made of nothing. Nothing matters except reaching my daughter.The moment I wrap my arms around her, the silver burns into my flesh. The pain is excruciating - worse than I remember from my stronger days when my wolf was still responsive. But I don't care. I hold her tighter, pulling her disorganised hair and head against my chest, feeling her tears dropping slowly and painfully on my skin"Alora"
Alora’s POVFive words- words that have thrown me off balance“Your mother died when you were born…” is that not what Agatha said?” Melody is confusedI cannot breathe properly. My legs heavy and shaky. The twins are still crying. Everything is chaotic amd my head swimsThe door is thrown open as two servants rush in"Your Majesty!" exclaims the second servant as she hurries to my side to hold my shaky body. “What has happened?"I open my mouth, but I cannot speak, I just gasp"The children are crying " the first says, lifting my son from his crib."Your Majesty, please sit before you fall,” thesecond says as she guides me to the nearest chair,"Go and call the king!” the first commands, but I don’t know who she is commanding, but the door slams and I hear running"It's a trick," Melody insists. "Someone is pranking us”But what if it isn't? What if my mother has been alive all this time?The first servants manage to quiet my son, ans she moves to mu daughter"Stop crying little princ
Alora’s POVSix months later, I am lying in a hospital bed, holding the sheets because of my contractions. I hate how I feel"Push!" Dr. Belimah commands meI push with all my strength, a guttural scream tearing from my throat as I feel like I am tearing up. The pain is so bad. It feels like my body is splitting in two and then scattering like sand"Please, I can't," I cry, “I can't do this anymore. Please."Melody growls inside me. She is in pain too. “Let us try, Alora!”Another contraction hits, and I scream again. The midwife wipes my forehead with a cloth while Dr. Belimah positions herself between my legs."The head is crowning," she announces. "One more big push, Dr White. You can do this!” At this point I almost give out that my name is not White, but AloraSummoning strength, I push with everything in me- I want this done with. After this baby, I don’t think I will ever allow myself to be pregnant again. I feel an intense burning sensation in my private part as it stretches l
Alora’s POVI can't process it all. I sink to my knees, tears streaming down my face. My real mother- a woman named Helen who loved my father. A woman who died thinking her baby was dead, never knowing I lived.Through my tears, I see movement in the corner. My father is shaking, silent tears streaming down his face. Helen was the love of his life. He has been trapped in his paralysed body all this time, hearing everything, unable to speak or move.Lucas has disappeared- he slipped out during the chaos, probably to find his mother and siblings, to get them away from this cursed place.I wipe my tears and stand. I am the white wolf. I cannot be weakI walk to my father's wheelchair and kneel before him. Looking into his eyes, I see how sad he is. How he regrets abandoning me. Without even touching him, I heal him gently"Come back," I whisper. "Your wolf, your strength, your voice, your entirety. Come back to us."The poisons Agatha has been feeding him neutralises. His suppressed sta
Alora’s POV“Are you not sleeping with the guard!?” I say in utter disgust***“We can share, that is why we are a team,” Agatha says with a broad smile as if enjoying how disgusted I look“You what!?” I scream, losing control at the amount of atrocities being committed in this house. Even father shakes visibly at the revelation. I can see his face cort slightly in disgust- the highest reaction he can give. He is sick, paralyzed even, but he is not deaf. Even Lucas seems to understand this part. He pauses and looks at them, confusion and disgust equally in his face“You know what, I don’t care what the both of you do with your bodies. I just came here for dad”I proceed to move toward Lucas slowly, reaching out to him carefully. His mind is shattered, broken by grief and possibly magic. Agatha has always dabbled in the atrocities"I can help you," I say to himAs I approach Lucas, I feel a sudden movement around me. Melody screams warning me as Agatha and Leah move with wolf speed, t
Alora’s POV"Alora, my dear daughter. How rude. Not even a hello to your mother? After all that I have done for you?"I want to ask her what she has done for me ever since I lost consciousness order than make me feel worthless, but I did not come here to trade words with her. "I did not come all the way from my kingdom to this pack to exchange pleasantries," I reply coldly. "I cannot pretend we are on good terms, Agatha. I come for my father."“You now call me Agatha? Not even mother?” she fakes her shocked response“I started calling you by your name a long time ago, you were just too cruel to notice. You saw me as nothing, so you did not notice. Now I am something, you want to form a bond between us, a collaboration of mother and daughter, but that would not happen!”Her smile falters slightly, but she regains herself. “And why is that?” she asksBefore I can respond, the side door opens and Leah who excused herself earlier because she could not stand my presence and she and Agatha
Alora’s POVAn older woman steps into my path, falling to her knees because she cannot look at my face. I know her- she is Fiona, the she-wolf who once worked in the pack house kitchens. She was in fact wicked to me. Sne called me useless a lot of times, smacked my face and hit my head on the wall whenever she had the chance to. Ahe only stopped when I was grown and after I fought her back one day, stabbed her arm with a pair of scissors. I wonder what she wants now. She must be delusional to think that I will help her with whatever request she is about to mas"White wolf," she says with a shaky voice. Even she is judging herself. “Please, help us. Our land is dying."I stop, looking around properly for the first time. The Midnight Pack territory looks... horrible- even worst than how the Alistair kingdom was looking like bef I broke the curse. The trees are withering, fields that should be green, lush and fruitful are barren. The people themselves look thin, their clothes worn out.
Alora’s POV“I will bring him to you. White wolf”“Do not come with him. Send him alone- with a few guards at most”“Come to me then. Come to the pack and see your father”***“I will not come to you. Send my father to me immediately”I seal the letter and send it. I should use a phone to send the message, but this is royal business and no royal business should be sent as text messages- it is disrespectfulAs I watch the messenger leave, I place my hand on my growing belly. I have not told Alonso about the baby. I cannot bear to see him yet."He deserves to know," Melody says to me. She has been of the opinion that I tell Alonso about the baby, but I have been adamant"How many times do I need to tell you that I need time?” I say to her“Just listen to me,” Melody persists. “I am your voice of reasoning, and…”I cut her short. “My new life as Dr. Joha WhiteMoon in this small kingdom gives me peace. The people here appreciate my healing abilities without questions about my past. I hav
Alora’s POVWhen it's over, I feel powerful in a way I have never experienced before. Alonso looks up at me in wonder."You did it," he whispers. "The curse?""The white wolf is a curse breaker," I explain, helping him sit up."How do you feel?" Leo asks, crouching beside us."Whole. Free," Alonso replies, his voice filled with awe. He turns to me, taking my hands gently. "You saved me. After everything I did to you, you still saved me."I feel so many emotions at once. I am happy that he is alive, but I am unhappy at the way he treated me. Come to think of it, I was ready to fight for our love even after he handed me divorce papers. I know that the child in Elena’s womb is not his, but there was a chance of him getting her pregnant and he took it. He was even happy that he was going to have a child with Elena. He was ready to discard me when the child showed up. He does not need me "I couldn't let you die," I say simply- I think these words convey everything I feel right now"Alora,
Alora’s POVThe mind control spell is not as strong as Kaiser thinks it is. I am aware of everything, trapped in my own body as Kaiser's magic forces me to obey. I allow it to happen. I allow the prophecy to happen- the king has to seek the white wolf. If I don’t allow Kaiser to do what he wants to do, the prophecy would not be fulfilled. So I allow him as he makes me share secrets about the kingdom,“We are going to deal with him when he was expect it”When Alonso bursts through the doors during the ritual, my heart leaps despite everything. He looks terrible- thinner, paler, the poison Elena has been giving him clearly is taking his. Yet his eyes blaze when he sees me. I still feel butterfly fluttering in my stomach, but when I think of the things he has done to me, the effect reduces"Let her go," he growl. I cannot help the reaction I have to his voice- more butterflies that I tried to kill when I think of him and what he did to meKaiser's spell forces cruel words from my mouth,