ログインMelvin The tide wasn't settled yet. Even without my intervention some people were still after Elaria.“You mean her own step sister had her kids poisoned." Andrew nods in affirmative. Not that I care about that bastard's offspring. But Elaria is far too connected to her triplets that I have found it difficult to target any of them. However, since Andrew has taken the responsibility. I might as well cease the opportunity to set things worse. “Let's make a deal." “That's what I have been asking for since I got here." I smile at him and he lowers his gaze to the ground. “We both have the same agenda but different targets. Tell me what exactly do you want with Elaria and her kids?" “Only if she dies will I be able to become Alpha. Her younger stepsister had failed to inherit the throne for years despite her schemes. But if I can destroy her first, I will become Alpha according to the pack rules," he says. I roll my eyes. Another boring interest and power desperate individual. It's
Melvin I scrutinize the man in front of me. Hands tucked inside his pockets while he stomps on foot on the floor gently. “Andrew, meet my brother Melvin Baldwin." A smile lights up his face as Kelvin introduces him.“It such an honor to finally meet you. I am Andrew."I glance at Kelvin waiting for an explanation on why he had brought a half dead back with him.I didn't want to have a random interaction with a mere human without a reason. As clueless as he is, Kelvin does what he thinks is best. “He can help you get back Elaria and you can let go of your obsession," Kelvin mutters. As he opens his mouth to proceed further, I hold up my hand and stop him. "That's enough. See him put Kelvin. I think we are done here," I say, uninterested in whatever left he had to say. “But you haven't even heard him speak." Kelvin insists. I don't need him to speak and this guy doesn't seem genuine to me. Making a deal with him would only lead one to the end of it. And that's not a idea. Besides,
Isolde “This wasn't our agreement. Locking me in a cell. This won't stop me!" I grit holding onto the bars as I growl at him. Melvin strolls casually across the room, fiddling with the glove on his hand as he reads through a book. In front of him, a pot of well mixed potions steamed. “You know, I can tell the difference between fake and real. Pretending to be Isolde when you have taken over her body. That's not a fair play between the two of us." “Clever as expected. So I can finally drop the act," I say, relaxing my hands as a smile curves up my lips. “I didn't ask for this. Your obsession brought me here and I am going to utilize this opportunity to the very last." “You are Elaria demon soul and not an entity of your own. So you are supposed to bow to me and not otherwise."I throw my head back roaring out a belly laugh on hearing his words. “The fact that you think I am that worthless girl's soul is so pathetic of you. Have you ever thought that Elaria isn't the person you th
Elaria At that moment, Cassandra's face turns pale. I always have my way around things especially when it has to do with my enemies. She scrambles on her knees, holding the bars desperately as she peeks her head out. “It hasn't come to this. Everything I have built, you have taken. What more do you want from me?" I squat to her level with a sardonic smile. “What's in that warehouse? If you speak the truth then I will reduce your sentence and pardon your daughter. It's a win win offer, so you choose." “What I didn't finish before someone else took over. I only know about the transition but not how it works," she says, darting her eyes sideways in fear like someone was coming to grab her. “I have said enough. If you want to have access into the warehouse. Then you have to figure out that yourself."“You haven't answered my question yet. What goes on inside that warehouse?" She goes silent staring at me with terror in her eyes. “What's the point of keeping the truth from her?" Evan
Elaria “There is no need to be grumpy about this. How do you stand this guy?" Amara turns to me with a little annoyed frown. She's been bugging Alaric since we returned from the pastry shop. After the illusion incident, I had to issue an order to shut it down while investigation goes on. “I don't have a problem being a living dead. You should be grateful I came back whole instead of a rotten zombie," she says as she chunks down a large piece of cake she had taken from the pastry shop despite being warned not to take a dime. But she said it's only a piece of cake. It definitely won't be poisonous and even if it was she was already dead. That bothered me a bit because she had no idea how she was summoned back to life and it's still an issue Alaric and I have to take care of if we want her gone. Ivy leans closer to me. For an hour now she has been studying Amara weirdly and isn't comfortable with the idea that we brought her back from the pastry shop. “Are you sure it's safe to le
Elaria Alaric is as lost as I am as we both stare at the woman before us confused. I glance back at the door and gasps as I notice the figure in the mirror. “She's a witch," I whisper to Alaric, cautiously taking a step back. A candy witch for that matter and nothing around her is near safe especially for us without magic. “Don't tell me you can't remember who I am," she says with an irritated voice by less of a threat. I level her through, noting the weird marks, leafy green outfits and perfectly manicured nails. Not like a regular witch behavior to be clean and well dressed in colors. Which brings me to square one, if she is not a candy witch then what is she? “You carry a witch aura and a reflection. But not an actual witch." “My identity isn't any of your business," she mutters curtly, looking at Alaric with a sleazy smile. Alaric still had an irritated frown on his face. As if he is trying to unlock a memory box that belongs to her. I puff my cheeks with air shifting my







