LOGINVALENCIA’S POINT OF VIEW
I looked at my aunt and cousins, I begged, pleaded, cried but everything fell on deaf ears, it’s like as if they are unwilling to listen to anything I have to say. “Please, please do not send me away with this stranger.” I cried, I don’t even know this man who is supposed to be my husband, I have never seen him in my life before, how am I supposed to love him and care for him like a wife? How am I supposed to live with him? “Th… the werewolf linking ceremony is tomorrow, I promise I will get linked to my mate and stop being a burden to you aunt.” I said again sobbing. “I want you gone today, besides No werewolf would want to be linked to you, if somehow the moon goddess curses anyone by linking them to you, you will surely be rejected and then I would have to continue taking care of you.” My aunt said with a mean scowl on her face. She is right, how did I ever think that anyone would want me? Everyone here hates me, nobody would want to be my mate, I would become nothing but a rejected wolf sent to leave faraway in the outlands with other outcasts. “Valencia just leave! go now! I am tired of seeing your pathetic face! you remind me of my sister who I hate so much!” My aunt yelled again. I trembled at the force of her hatred, I wish my parents were alive… what am I going to do? How am I supposed to live with someone I do not know? I turned my gaze to the stranger who is supposed to be my new husband, he frowned at me. “What the fuck are you looking at!” He said meanly, I flinched and looked away at the ground. “We have to be on our way now,” he said to no one in particular as he moved to where I was standing and pulled me roughly to the car, opened the car door and tossed me in like I am nothing but garbage. “I hope he likes you or else he is going to have my head on a stake. He has rejected twenty mates already and he is already starting to get angry, I hope you somehow manage to tickle his fancy or else I will be dead meat.” The strange man who is supposed to be my husband said to himself with a sigh. He hopes who likes me? “I mean you are everything he described, beautiful, petite, blue eyed, blonde haired and most importantly you are an orphan. He has to like you but yet again the other girls were exactly like you so I don’t know. Oh moon goddess please help me.” The stranger said out loud again. I am on the car seat, filled with a lot of burning questions all of which I do not feel brave enough to ask so I just stay quiet and stare straight ahead at the barren grasslands that signifies the end of my pack’s territory. My eyes starts to water again, I never thought i would ever leave crescent wolf pack, I never in a million years thought I would be kicked out of my own pack by my aunt, that I would have to leave the familiar for the unfamiliar. I don’t want to go any further, I don’t want to leave my pack, even though they all hate me around there at least I know them, i don’t know anything about this new territory that we are entering, i don’t know anything about this man that I am to marry, this is all so strange and sudden, moon goddess please help me. We stopped at a very big palace, the gate was opened by two hefty guards, my new husband drove in. Werewolf training was happening at the front, then as we moved further down the palace through the glistening silver gate, that was where I saw two people getting punished. These two people both females were tied to a tree, they had almost nothing on and were being flogged by hefty men, their bodies were covered in blood and bruises, I flinched, I do not want to be part of this pack! They are… brutal! “Get out of the car and follow me.” My new husband yelled rudely at me, I hesitated, i don’t know this place, I don’t know anyone here, where is he taking me? My new husband noticed my hesitation and gave me a slap across the face. “When I say move you move, got it!” He snared at me, I nodded crying and holding my sore cheek. We walked through a gigantic throne room, down a regal looking hallway, through an elevator before getting in to a room. My new husband, Derrick pushed me across the room to a man who was sat at the opposite end of the room with his back face to us. “M…Master, Al…Alpha Alexandro.” Derrick stuttered as called to this man. “Do you have the girl?” The man, asked not even bothering to face us. Who is he? Why is he asking about me? I don’t know what is happening… I don’t know why it is happening. “Yes Alpha Alexandro, she is here.” Derrick said in a panicky tone. The man turned around to face us, he stared at me for sometime with a blank look on his face. “She will do.” He finally said and stood up from the chair he was sitting on. “Did he tell you why you are here little wolf .” He asked with a smirk on his face, I felt my blood starting to freeze from fear. He moved closer to me, he studied me like I am a sample under a microscope. My heart started to beat fast, my breath felt like it was somehow stuck to in my lungs. I tried to breathe, tried to keep my heart from beating so fast. “He didn’t tell now did he?” He asked again, i shock my head signifying no. “You are here to die my love… you have to die so I can finally be happy.” Alpha Alexandro said to me with a smile on his face, I turned to look at my new husband Derrick, I looked at him searching his face for an explanation. “I am sorry kiddo.” He said looking sympathetic for the first time since I met him before looking away…~HAZEL~“What do you want?” I asked with my arms folded across my chest. Ashford was the last person I wanted to see. To be frank, I wish he would just die. It is easier to forgive a dead Ashford than a living breathing one. If he died, the sadness and potential guilt from losing him would make me forgive him faster but now, with him standing in front of me, looking like he wants me to apologize for whatever reason, I cannot forgive him. Not now, not ever. The bastard left me for dead so he is pretty much dead to me.Ashford face softened. I started to panic a bit. It's easier to be mad at his snobby-cocky face than his “nice guy-take pity on me” face.I let out a dry humorless laugh.“You really have some nerves,” “Showing up here,” I stepped in closer, hoping he would feel the rage in my eyes, hoping that the rage has not been tainted by the sad look on his face.“You left me for dead Ashford!” I yelled.“I could have died! I should have died if…”“If Alpha Alexandro hadn't order
ZANDER'S POVI thought it would be a normal father-son vacation. Father-son? As if we've ever truly been that. I guess a part of me just yearned for my father, for a father, any father even Dario Valdriss.I know he has never liked me. He has never even tried to hide this. He always told me, always made me bear the brunt of his anger.There are things he has done to me that mom would never find out about. Things I cannot even repeat to anyone, not even myself. Memories that I would rather not relive. I Guess I was dumb enough to think that someone who has loathed me so openly all my life would somehow come around. I guess I was dumb enough to think that our trip to the ranch would be our attempt to salvage whatever relationship we could end up having. Like always, I did not see Dario's ulterior motive. I walk right into his trap.The few hours of our trip was normal. We left the palace, got in the car, got on the plane and moved. It was a bit awkward because it was just the both of u
~HAZEL~Immediately the door opened, I knew something was wrong. I could not tell what it was at the time but the haunting spirit of doom would not let up no matter how hard I tried. The strange part was that it was laced with this subtle feeling of excitement that made absolutely no sense to me.I stood in front of the large gate. The same one I was locked behind that day when Ashford had tried to literally feede to the Vampires.I did everything I could to calm myself down as the gate slide slowly. The unnecessary suspense was killing me. I looked to the side, at Alpha Alexandro, he was looking straight ahead, so was Ms. Beatrice so I continued to look straight ahead as the gate continued to slide.The gate open to reveal four people, two of which I did not think I would ever see again in this world.My eyes welled up with tears.“Zander,” I muttered.“Kylin,” I mumbled as the tears fell from my eyes. It felt like a dream. It had to be a dream. That seemed like the only explanation
~HAZEL~We practiced none stop for four months. I'm surprised Ashford never came to look for me during all of that time. I shouldn't care, I tell myself I shouldn't but I still feel hurt. He just shut me behind a gate of rabid dogs. He probably hoped that I would die. He probably hoped that the bloodthirsty zombie things which Alpha Alexandro named vampires would kill me.I still don't know the story of the Vampires. I'm still not sure how they came to be, Alpha Alexandro would not tell me no matter how much I ask. All I know is that they work for the man I now work for. The work for the man (Alpha) who has promised to help me get revenge. The Alpha who would bring retribution for what my own fa… what that man did to mother.I heaved in heavy exhaustion as the next blood sucker moved closer. The game is simple: kill or be killed. No external influences.The bodies of the ones I have killed are scattered all over the ground. About 234 of them, this is the 235th one, the last one. For s
~KIARA~“Your mother did not choose to marry Dario on her own accord,” she started and the let out a shrill laugh like “how could she”.I stayed quiet, wanting to milk out every single drop of her words and keep it in a cup that would hopefully last me forever. I know nothing about my mother, except of course the things my father tells me about her, things I not now sure if they are true.I stayed quiet, silently urging her to continue speaking. Ms. Beatrice dragged out a sigh, a ragged exhale lake what she was about to say tore at her soul.She shifted awkwardly on the bed abs then abruptly decided to sit on the chair by the bed, the chair facing me.“Izz and I were friends,” she said and then paused. Izzy I muttered. Tried the name on my tongue. Izzy. I've known mom as Isabelle, the regal queen who birthed me. The poised Luna whose large portrait takes over the large palace hallway.I would spend all day just walking through the hallway looking from picture to picture. She had a smi
~ALEXANDRO~When I realized that there would be a war, I knew I had to keep my most precious person far away from harm’s way. I knew I had to make sure Kiara would be safe so I moved away, out of our palace into one of the old palaces in the country side. And made sure she would leave the palace before the ball drops.I had sent words to the palace for her to be taken away. I had convinced Sheila to take my daughter away. To go visit her friends, distant relatives, anyone as far as they would not be in the palace.I finally got confirmation from the palace that they traveled a day ago. My head of staff has not seen them in a day. She reported that she say Sheila exit the palace gate with my daughter and a stranger man.I did not bother asking who the strange man was. Sheila and her numerous affairs are the least of my problems. I am just happy to know that Kiara is safe. I am just happy to know that everything is going according to plan.I watched the young princess Hazel watch the to
SHEILA’S POINT OF VIEW With my body aching like a mother fucker, I somehow managed to keep walking because the only other choice is to stay here in the cemetery and I cannot do that… that would be the worse mistake ever. Witches that practice ancestral magic, witches like the ones here in Silver
VALENCIA’S POINT OF VIEW “Wait how do you know my mother?” I asked in utter shock, his initial shocked expression turned into something that looks a bit like…anger? But why would he be angry at me, I don’t even know him. His mouth folds into a tight little as his brows furrow.I am really confuse
VALENCIA’S POINT OF VIEW “So do you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?” The last guy in the group asked, I looked from the first guy to the last one with fear in my eyes, Why did I take this lonely path? What if they try to rape me? Or kill me? Or both?“Pl…please don’t hurt me.” I said w
SHEILA’S POINT OF VIEW The witches finally let me go and by that I mean they left me tied up surrounded by candles and barrier salt in the cemetery without being able to move. It has been hours (I think) since they all left, I have been trying and failing to get myself free but I haven’t been abl







