Louisa
My throat tightened, I didn't know what to say. I stared at him for a while, not uttering a sound. “I remember, I just didn't think you would want to talk about this here.” I finally found the words. “I have to go now,” I said, extending the photograph back to him. “It's quite funny you know,” he paused, collecting the photograph. “That I never knew you worked for my brother and you never knew we would meet again. Well, the good news is, working for my brother means working for me.” My eyes widened in shock. “You really did not think I was going to make this any easier for you? Did you?” I ignored him and stepped out of his room. Walking through the hallway, it came to my mind that I had little time to decide on what to do before Alpha Scott's return. I went to my room, brought out my phone and switched it on. Damn it! It was locked and I couldn't recall my password. I clenched my fist, gritting my teeth in frustration. My fingers hovered over the keypad, but the password refused to come to me. My heart pounded. With a sigh, I lifted the device slightly, tilting it in my hands and in that instance, the screen blinked to life. Wow, no password prompt, just an effortless unlock, as if my body had moved on instinct. My breath caught in my throat, I didn't even know my own face could unlock my phone. I navigated through the call log, it was surprising that I could use a phone. It felt like a part of my memory was returning without me knowing. Shit! The last time I made a call was six days ago, the call wasn't even answered. And why would I even save a contact as ‘BF’? Oh, I must have had a best friend, perfect. My cheeks widened and with trembling fingers, I tapped the number. It rang once and suddenly got answered. “Are you already missing me?” The voice sent a shiver down my spine, the voice was clearly Jace's. My eyes widened as I gripped the phone tighter, not knowing what to say. “Oh, come on, Louisa, say something; I know you miss me badly.” Without uttering a word, I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. Damn it! I began biting my finger in thought. The sudden vibration of my phone sent a jolt through me. I hadn't expected it to ring. I glanced at the screen and scoffed. It was Jace returning the call, I declined without a second thought. I went back to the call log and began scrolling down, and it dawned on me that ‘BF’ wasn't there anymore, not in the last few weeks. It was like we hadn't spoken in a few weeks and then I suddenly called him six days ago. Oh no! I must have called him when I knew I was about to die. I swallowed hard, shaking my head. My eyes darted across the screen, and one name stood out among the rest: Cassandra; I had called her the most. Something about the name tugged at my chest. My thumb hovered over the screen for a moment before tapping it. I lifted the phone to my ear, my breath uneven as it rang. “Louisa, I have been trying to reach you for six days now. What happened?” She said as soon as she answered the call. I took a deep breath, smiling. That was finally my ticket out of here. “Um, it's a long story. I don't know if you could come to the Alpha's lodge right away. We have a lot to talk about.” Hearing her voice erased all the doubts I had when I was about to dial her number. A part of me suddenly believed that I could trust her. “Oh, come on, girl, you said you were going to leave that place the moment you were done with whatever mission you were sent on. I thought you wanted to choose your fate and stay far away from him.” “I still have unfinished business,” I chipped in immediately. “Unfinished business,” she repeated, “You just like the way he fucked you; now I understand why you kept talking about it, and now, you can't even leave. Well, lucky you, I'm free today; I just hope they let me in.” “They would, please call me as soon as you get here.” “Alright dear,” she said and hung up. The realisation that I was also being intimate with Alpha Scott despite being rejected by him made my heart to beat faster. The past me must have been really stupid. I mean, I get that he is hot and irresistible, but he killed me without blinking an eye. I guess I was so in love that I trusted him. But what about Jace? Was I also in love with him? I must have called on my last days for a reason. I clenched my fist immediately, Gosh! I hate not remembering. I paced around my room, feeling agitated and when I got tired, I went back to my phone to see if I could find anything helpful. But nothing, So I threw it on the bed and sighed. After a bit while, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My phone buzzed; I quickly picked up; it was a message from Cassandra. “Oh dear, I'm really sorry but an emergency just popped up. I promise to see you tomorrow.” Tears welled up in my eyes, I had no one else to go to and the moment Alpha Scott returned, it will be over for me. I wouldn't be able to stall further. I had to think. I couldn’t just sit here waiting for my fate to be sealed. And then suddenly, a thought crept in: Jace. He was the only person I could ask for help right away, but then, I didn't trust him; I wouldn't be able to tell him everything. Maybe I didn't need to trust him, I just needed to get out of here. I wasn't sure if calling him would help but there was only one way to find out. I grabbed my phone and called him, it rang but he didn't pick up. Damn it! I called again. “What do you think about a ride out?” I asked the moment he answered the call. “I mean, if we are going to talk, it can't be here, but it has to be now.”Scott The cellar smelled of damp stone and old iron. I moved through it the way I moved through everything I wanted to break: deliberate, patient, certain. Kane was already there, shackled to the post, silver chains biting into his wrists and ankles. He looked smaller like that, deflated where he’d once been roaring and dangerous. The blood on his lip had dried into a dark smile that still tried to curl at the edges.“You were my friend, I trusted you.” I said, standing close enough to feel the heat of his ragged breath. He spat at my boots. “And you were a fool to trust me,” he rasped.Something inside me snapped, and I gave the guards a single, slow look. They understood it without being told. The whip came down in a smooth half-circle and the leather cracked through the air. Kane’s head jerked. He groaned, muscles trembling as the rope-burn traced along his back.“Again,” I said. My voice was quiet, controlled, but the edges were keen. “Make it count.”They obliged. The whip san
Louisa/Agnes I sank onto the cushioned seat, my body trembling with rage and disbelief. My palms itched, every fiber of me screaming to call on my power, to burn this silver prison down. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. They mustn’t see what was coming, not yet.So I clenched my fists in my lap and gritted my teeth until my jaw ached. For a heartbeat, I thought I could endure it, wait it out.Then something snapped inside me.“Consequences be damned,” I hissed under my breath, shooting to my feet. My hands lifted, the faint glow of power thrumming under my skin as I stretched them toward the door. The air crackled, heavy with the storm rising inside me.But before I could release it, the lock clicked.The door swung open.Three broad-shouldered men flooded in, shadows swallowing the small room. Their boots struck the floor in unison, and before I could even draw back, their hands clamped down on me.“Who are you?” I spat.They didn’t answer. Two seized my arms, yanking me forward,
Louisa/AgnesMargaret inhaled slowly, her chest rising and falling as though she was swallowing the entire weight of the room. Then, without another word, she nodded at the nearest hairdresser.The woman scrambled forward, bowing slightly before reaching for the combs. Margaret sank gracefully into the chair before the mirror, her expression cool and unreadable. One by one, the stylists returned to their tasks, though their hands trembled.Mia slid into the chair beside her, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately, the smirk never leaving her lips. She leaned closer, her voice soft, “She’s an enemy you don’t want to keep around.”I said nothing. My gaze lingered on them, cool and steady, even as something burned low in my stomach. Margaret didn’t answer either, her eyes fixed on her own reflection while the hairdresser twisted and pinned her dark strands with trembling hands.Mia, unsatisfied, shifted her attention. She snapped her fingers at another stylist lingering near the corner.
Louisa/Agnes“Mia!” Margaret’s voice rang out, warm and delighted. She lifted her hand, her face brightening as though sunlight had just entered the room. “You came.”Mia’s lips curled into a knowing smile as she strode closer, every heel-click sharp with intent. “It’s not every day I get summoned by my best Luna,” she said smoothly, her tone dripping with confidence.My chest tightened, the words striking me like a slap. Summoned? My mind reeled. Margaret must have called her or perhaps even texted her. She wanted Mia here, She planned this. I bet she planned on bringing her home with us.Mia’s gaze flicked toward me as she walked, her eyes cutting sharp, the corner of her lips twisting just enough to make her disdain clear. That single glance burned, a silent challenge thrown across the space between us.She stopped before Margaret and bowed deeply, her dark hair spilling forward. Margaret rose instantly, her emerald gown whispering against the floor as she opened her arms and embra
Louisa/Agnes“Tell me,” Margaret pressed, her voice steady but sharp with expectation. “I want to know.”I drew in a slow breath, filling my lungs until they ached, then released it carefully. My eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, the horizon pulling me in like an escape. “You should discuss this with your son,” I said finally, my voice calm but firm.She glanced at me, her mouth tightening before she gave a small hum. “Alright then,” she murmured, not conceding so much as shifting her line of attack. “So what about you, child? How did you meet my other son…Jace?”The sound of his name made my chest tighten. I turned my head slightly, meeting her eyes. “I met him in the Leatherhead Pack,” I said softly. “We became friends… and then, we fell in love.”I wasn't even sure if my words were believable but I needed to say something. It's not like I know exactly how Jace met Louisa but at least I was certain they met in the Leatherhead Pack.The car jolted faintly as Margaret’s hands stiff
Louisa/Agnes POV I smiled faintly at myself in the mirror, though my lips trembled at first. It was the only way I knew to calm the storm tightening my chest. The reflection staring back at me looked composed, her hair falling neatly over her shoulders, her light-blue flare gown softening her frame. I nodded once, as if sealing an agreement with myself. You can do this.Slipping out of the room, I closed the door gently behind me and made my way to the sitting room. The morning light filtered through the tall windows, painting the floor in long streaks of gold. A maid passed by, carrying folded linens against her chest.I stopped her with a small smile. “Has Luna Margaret not come out yet?”She shook her head quickly. “No, my lady, she hasn’t.”My eyes flicked toward the clock on the far wall. “But she said nine. It’s ten minutes past.”The maid hesitated, her voice cautious. “Shall I check up on her for you?”I shook my head, raising a hand gently. “No. She should take her time.”Th