로그인PENELOPE'S POV “I'm guessing it's my father's” she added, drawing me out of the shock that seized my thoughts. I nodded slightly and watched her struggle to keep her expression plain. “Cal, I…I had no idea. I'm sorry…”“There's no use apologizing, Pen,” she said, taking my palm immediately. I jolted impulsively, but the massage that came right after calmed my nerves. “Whatever happened has happened,” A tear streamed down her eyes, but she wiped it instantly and reshaped her expression to keep her smile on. “Aunt Celeste told me you are his mate, and urm…I guess that changed things. I figured I've been selfish…and jealous. I didn't realize how much you make him happy until I saw his tiny notes in the western tower,”“Notes,” I murmured. She chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, my father keeps little notes. You can only find them if you look well,” That made me smile, giving me a little amount of energy which I used to sit up. “I've been mean to you,” “Me too,” I chimed, taking her second
DAEMON'S POV I walked into the mansion already expecting to be surrounded by the rogues. Safe to say they met my expectations. I started from the left, quietly taking their number until I saw Rhaegal. His hand was wrapped around Penelope's neck, both of them facing me with different expressions. While Penelope's eyes were filled with fear, Rhaegal had his eyes lit with excitement. His smile was as wide as the gaps between his fingers where they rested on her neck.“Not yet,” I reeled off Zephyr, who was stirring in my head. “Patience,” “Well…well…” Rhaegal blurted. “I must say…you healed pretty fast,” “Let her go,” I ordered. “Are you joking?” He asked, taking a wild gaze around. “You really think you can walk in here and order me to do things? I'm not your wolf, Daemon. We don't even have anything in common. No relationship, no friendship, no alliance…”“Yet you attacked my pack,” my claws slowly slid out. “What were you thinking when you did that?” “You knew I was coming. I se
DAEMON'S POV Three hours went by, yet nothing had been said or done about Malia and Lucas. From the window, I watched as cars drove in and got loaded by the wolves. They were all waiting, and I couldn't keep them out there any longer. Isolde walked into my room, dressed in s full black outfit. A long coat and a black, skin tight trouser. She stood Infront of my desk and stayed quiet for a while. “Everyone's downstairs. Are you having second thoughts?” She asked. “It's too late to harbor second thoughts, don't you think?” I responded as I swiveled my chair back to the desk. “What makes you think I might change my mind?” “I don't know what it is…Daemon, but I've come a long way to trust whatever you say. Ive done all I can to prove my love to you, yet you think I'm doing all this because of politics or my ambitions. Asides your promise to my mother, the only reason we have accepted to assist you is because we do not want a rogue to lead and dictate what we do and what we shouldn't
PENELOPES POVIt only took seeing Daemon again to realize how far gone in denial I was. It wasn't just his presence that did made me feel whole. It was the bond that ignited in my heart. Tears streamed down my eyes watching from my window as he mixed with the men that were heading towards the gate. I thought he looked back to give me some kind of reaffirmation, but that was only my imagination playing with me. He's gone, and the next time I would possibly see him wasn't something I could bank on. The servant returned with the cup of tea and placed it on the table. She must have noticed the way I stared blindly into the night and joined me by the window. “You seem bothered,”“I am,” I wiped my tears off immediately, stole a glance at her before looking back in the direction. “Wouldn't you?” “I was born a rogue,” she answered dryly. “You are living the dream of some of the girls in the pack. Growing up, many wanted to be by his side. They wanted him to own them, claim them. That st
DAEMON'S POV Whatever Rhaegal calls this pack didn't matter at the moment. All that matters is how a rogue is able to create something almost as big as the home of an alpha. There were rumors about the minerals buried in his land, which he trades with lords and alphas of several cities. Those rumors were confirmed by Malia after she returned from Thornhill. His trade with them was more like an exchange. Gold for skin. What he uses those skin for is yet to be known. I scurried through the dark parts, hiding behind the tall flowers and some pillars stationed at several parts of the land. They just stood on their own in a loose pattern, giving the premises a more gothic style. Each pillar had something like a rogue sigil perfectly and intricately carved on them. They would have meant something if it was on another man's land, but this looked like it held no significance. Some rogues were still awake and parading the area. Some looked bulky, like fighters, while a few of them were j
DAEMON'S POVDinner…the only occasion that brings Isolde and I this close, sitting next to each other and having a laugh over things that didn't matter. Mrs Niccara was amongst us, Ezra too. Celeste and Lucas, Odessa and Callister. We all sat, taking turns in exchanging stories and events one must have missed. Nothing interested me more than the location I had pinned down on my desk. Ezra had just delivered news of Rhaegal's current location, somewhere I was eager to pay a visit this night. All I need is a distraction, the silence in the park, and someone to have my back. Callister stayed quiet throughout the meal unless a question was thrown at her. She was still going through the guilt of her actions, yet to face the punishment I had in mind for her. We ignored each other, and my trust in her shifted to the rest of the members of the table. Odessa…I could trust her to have my back tonight…but when it comes to a fight, she lacks the skill to keep herself Alive. Celeste…my sister…
Penelope’s POV “Of course, my lady,” she said, her voice just a little unsure. “It’s down this hall, third door on the right. Large gold handles. You can’t miss it.”“I never do,” I replied, giving her a wink as I sauntered past.Every step I took echoed with confidence.I wasn’t just walking to h
Celeste’s POVI pressed a soft kiss to Callister’s forehead, brushing a few strands of her hair aside.“Get some rest, darling,” I whispered. “The war is never won in one night.”She didn’t respond, but her eyes followed me. Poor girl, she had no idea it took a lot of strength to lose gracefully. I
Julian’s POVThe door opened wider.A man stepped in, dressed in all black, tall and serious. His eyes didn’t even blink when he saw us. Like he’d walked in on things like this before.He kept his head low and spoke only to Bianca.“My Lady,” he said. “Forgive me.”She didn’t flinch. She didn’t eve
Penelope’s POVThere was no humor in his voice. No teasing.I swallowed. My fingers tightened around the handle of my bag.I wasn’t sure if he’d turn me back or let me ride.But I knew one thing, if I was going to survive Daemon, I had to be more than pretty. I had to be useful.Smart. Quiet. Sharp







