Chapter 69Alpha Harry's POVOkay, okay…I have read the letter. Does it mean that I should sit down and wallow in worry doing nothing!? I have to stand up. Noone is taking any of my daughters away from me- both Alora and my sassy, wicked Leah.The key feels heavy in my palm as I drag myself along the wall. My legs are weak, but I keep moving. The smell of my own blood fills my nose - the bandages are soaked through again. Down the hall, voices echo. Guards discussing their shift rotation. I press myself into a shady area, waiting for them to pass."Did you hear?" one guard whispers. "They say she hasn't made a sound in hours.""Maybe she finally broke," the other replies. "About time. Luna Agatha will be pleased. I don't pity that girl, she is a strange one"My fingers curl into fists, reopening the wounds on my palms. Fresh blood drips onto the floor. I don't care. The only thing is that they might follow the trail. But I will make sure that by the time they find me, it will be too
Agatha’s POVThe satisfaction of watching Alora run is intoxicating. Her futile attempts at escape remind me of a trapped bush rat, desperately seeking freedom that would never come. Darren's men pursue her, their movements clumsy! How is she so agile? Dodging the men as they topple over each other!?. For a moment, I think she might actually escape, but then three more guards appear, and they finally catch her."No!" Her screams pierce the air. "Let me go!"The sound of her struggles brings a smile to my face. She fights against their grip like a wild animal, but soon realises the futility of her resistance. Her voice grows smaller, more pathetic. The way I like it to be- submissive"Please," she whimpers. "Please don't do this." She keeps looking at Lucas, tears streaming down her face. "Lucas, please..."I watch as Lucas turns away, unable to bear the sight. He's played his part well, though his weakness disgusts me. Still, he's proven useful in bringing her here."Bring her here," I
Agatha’s POVA few days later, I sit in my room, surrounded by books, occasionally checking the internet for the internet does not have a lot of information like the books and scrolls. The display of power from Alora that I witnessed that day has consumed my thoughts. How could my weak, pathetic omega wolf of a daughter possess such abilities?The silver chains should have burned her flesh, yet they barely left a mark. More importantly, the guards who touched her white energy still bear the scars of their actions- their foolishness in Alora’s eye. At first, their wounds refuse to heal despite our best healers' efforts but now it is healingI flip through another dusty book and I let my eyes go through the pages- hopefully I will get answers. My research has taken me deep into the forbidden sections of our pack's library, where texts about forbidden wolf bloodlines are kept under lock and key- no one should go there, not even the highest ranking member. But I am not just anyone. I am t
Alora’s POVSilver does nothing to me- that I just found out. Well not that it doesn't do anything to me- it does something, but not the normal effect it has on other wolves. In fact, I hate silver. It stings! No, it burns like fire! It makes me wish for death. But it doesn't give me terrible injuries like it did to my dad.My dad, I never really understand him. I don't know if he likes me or not. He watches mother torment me every time, yet he hugs me despite all the silver I was tied with. Where does he even stand?The cold stone floor of the dungeon has become my unwanted companion. My body trembles- I am always cold. I am always beaten up. The guards make sure that I am always in pain. I wonder if they enjoy my suffering like my family does. They are always pressing fresh silver into my skin every few hours, just enough to keep me weak always. My wolf whimpers inside me, too drained to even communicate the little that she usually doesI can't even measure time. The only thing I us
Alora’s POVIt is surprising to me that Agatha seems to be struck by Maligils’ words- perhaps she is quiet because nobody has ever challenged her like this. But of course, Agatha would always be Agatha. With a screeching Yell, she pounces on Maligils and she starts kicking her. “How dare you talk to me like that!?” Agatha punctuates all her words with kicks and she spits out mucus on Maligils. I on the other hand just stay behind bars in the cell and I scream for her to stop, but Agath listens to no one."Mother, stop this!" I grip the silver-laced bars, ignoring the burning sensation on my palms. "She's done nothing wrong!""Nothing wrong?" -kick- "Nothing" -kick- "WRONG?" Agatha's face is sulfurious. she punctuates each word with a deadly kick. "This decrepit wolf has been violating my instructions!”Maligils crumples to the ground, but her eyes remain fixed on me, filled with concern even now. "Alora… look away…""Shut up!" Agatha spits, another thick and yellow glob of mucus land
Agatha’s POVAgatha lets out a shrill scream and throws Maligils to the ground. "Get her out of my sight! Take her to the square!" She turns to Sunday. "Make sure every member of the pack is there to watch. I want her to die a shameful death!”As the guards drag Maligils away, she calls out one last time: "Be strong, Alora! I am… sorry I have to go like this…”"Shut her up!" Agatha kicks Maligils in the head, silencing her.She turns to me, and the look on her face makes my blood run cold. "You're lucky I need you alive for Alpha Leo," she snarls. "Or you'd be joining her in the square."I try to speak through the gag, but Sunday tightens it painfully. Alpha Leo? What is coming next?"Get her ready," Agatha orders. “After the execution, clean her up. Alpha Leo won't want to see her like this." She pauses at the door. "I slump against the cold floor, thankful that Anna has escaped, but Maligils..? I feel so much sorrow. Agatha is dragging her by the head and walking away. Sunday final
The guards lead me to the pack house's main living room, and my heart stops. What is happening today? I have been asking myself this question ever since they were forcefully dressing me up. Why is everyone dressed formally? Why is the room decorated as if for a celebration? Why is father grinning as he sits in his Alpha chair? Something must be is wrong- he covers himself excessively and that is not a style of dressing. I can see that he is trying to smile away his pain, but his eyes are dull and his movements more sluggish than usual. I know he is still sick. Agatha stands beside him, triumphant in a red dress that matches the blood still staining the square outside. She is evil address is red and there are black highlights everywhere, black lipstick, black nails, black stones on her dressMy mother's eyes flash immediately she sees me and she walks furiously toward me- what is this new drama for? The way she hits her palm on my face makes my neck crack and my head snap backwards.
Alora’s POV"Marriage?" What the hell! Please save me somebody! Something! Anything!"I will not marry that... that pig!" I suddenly blurt out. Alpha Leo's eyes flash dangerously at my words. I catch his scent turning angry. The guards' grip on my arms tightens, their claws I'm starting to tear my skin. I can feel blood coming out. But I don't care. If they like they should bring a knife to my throat, I will not still agree to this stupid thing. Let them all see how far they have to go to force me into this."You will watch your mouth, little girl," Alpha Leo growls, his yellowing teeth in a snarl. The stench of whiskey on his breath makes my stomach turn as steps out of his seat and he steps closer. "You should be grateful I'm willing to take you after the shame you've brought to your family."“What will you do if I don't watch it!? You disgusting old pig of a he-wolf! Your breath stinks like the gutters in the ghetto! You are so fat, I wonder how you are still alive to use this da
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,