Masuk"Fine! I am so sorry!" The words tore from my throat, raw and broken, as fresh tears blurred my vision. I looked up at her, my hands shaking against the wet floor. "I didn't mean to abandon you, Freya! I always planned to come back for you and the others. Every single day, that was my only goal. But I was also just trying to survive out there. I was desperately searching for a way to break this horrible curse, because I knew the truth. If I had come back home without a solution, Father would have locked me away forever and never let me go again. And there was no one out there who could mark me and save us."
I reached out, my fingers trembling as I tried to touch the hem of her clothes, my chest heaving with deep, painful sobs. "I am so, so sorry, sister. I never wanted you to suffer. Please, just forgive me." Veronica’s face twisted into a mask of pure mockery, and a sharp, cruel laugh bubbled from her chest. "Sorry?" she screamed, the sound echoing harshly off the narrow walls of the stall. She leaned down, her eyes flashing with a dangerous, manic fire. "What about my pain, Fedora? What about all the endless torture I had to endure because of your little escape plan? You think a simple 'sorry' is going to erase the scars on my body or fix what happened to my mind? Sometimes I still wake up screaming in the middle of the night because of the nightmares. I can never recover from the trauma you caused. You cursed me, you absolute bitch!" Before I could even blink, her hand wrapped around the back of my neck with supernatural strength. She shoved my head down into the toilet bowl with sudden, vicious force. My face slammed into the rim, and a wave of absolute disgust hit me as I tasted the stagnant, dirty water, mixed with the foul particles left behind by the stranger before us. I tried to pull away, but her grip was like an iron vice, pinning me down into the filth. She held me there for what felt like an eternity, forcing me to swallow my own terror, before violently yanking my head back up by my hair. I collapsed against the side of the bowl, coughing and gagging violently, my lungs burning as I tried to clear the disgusting fluid from my throat. "How does that feel?" Veronica sneered, looking down at me with a cold, satisfied smirk. She wiped a stray drop of water from her sleeve, her expression completely detached from the cruelty she was inflicting. "I know I can't give you the exact same amount of agony that I went through for years, but at least this little bath should give you a small taste of my trauma." Without giving me a single second to catch my breath, her hand slammed back onto the nape of my neck. She shoved my head straight back into the foul water, pinning me down even harder this time. With her heavy weight pressing down on my throat, my mind began to spin into darkness. I couldn't breathe, and my chest felt like it was about to explode. I couldn't help but wonder if this pathetic, dirty bathroom stall was going to be the final chapter of my life. My body was simply too weak to fight back; the previous injuries from my fall had left me completely paralyzed with pain, leaving me entirely at her mercy. Yet, deep down, a strange calmness washed over me. I wasn't afraid of dying. It wasn't like I had ever actually enjoyed living this miserable life anyway. Suddenly, the pressure vanished, and she dragged my head back up into the air. Veronica stared down at my shivering, dripping form, her brow furrowing in deep annoyance. "Why won't you even fight back?" she demanded, her voice dripping with disappointment. "I thought you were supposed to be strong. The day I was sleeping with your Alpha right under your nose, I thought you were this stubborn, rebellious creature. Where is that energy now?" I leaned my head against the cold metal partition, my breathing shallow as I wiped the filth from my eyes with a trembling hand. "It's because all my bones are already broken," I whispered, a tired, empty smile touching my lips. I looked her straight in the eyes, completely empty of fear. "Fine. Go ahead and take your revenge. Kill me right here and now. Do you honestly think I would have jumped off the top of that high castle wall if I was afraid of death? Go on, Veronica. Do it, and be fast about it." Veronica’s eyes narrowed into slits, her jaw clenching as she realized her physical torture wasn't breaking my spirit. She slowly let go of my hair, a new, sinister idea forming behind her dark eyes. "No," she murmured, a wicked, triumphant grin spreading across her face. "Death is too easy for you. What if I just call Stefan right now and turn you over to him? You would absolutely hate that more than death itself, wouldn't you?" A dry, raspy laugh escaped my throat, despite the pain racking my body. I leaned back, looking up at her with pity. "Fine. Go ahead and hand me over to Stefan. But if you do, he will only ignore you the second he sees me. I can tell from the way he spoke out there that he already misses me more than he ever cared about you. To him, you are nothing but a cheap sex machine to keep his bed warm." I held her glare, refusing to back down. "I will gladly go back to Stefan and endure his cage, as long as I get to watch it destroy your happiness, Veronica." Veronica’s face flushed bright red with instant rage. She scoffed loudly, stepping back as if she had been slapped. "You absolute bitch," she hissed, her voice shaking with anger. "You think you've won, don't you? You think you got under my skin? You can watch from the depths of hell while I fuck your precious little Stefan until he completely forgets your name and falls in love with me. And as for you..." She looked down at my broken form one last time, her expression turning incredibly cold. "I'm not completely heartless like you are. I won't dirty my own hands by killing my own flesh and blood." She stepped out of the stall, her heels clicking sharply against the tile floor. "You'll just have to sit here and die a painful, slow death all by yourself." With those final words, she slammed the heavy stall door shut, slid the lock into place from the outside, and walked away, leaving me trapped in the absolute darkness."How dare you, you absolute bastard!" I screamed, the words ripping violently from my throat. A blind, roaring wave of heat consumed my mind, erasing every single drop of caution I had left. I didn't care about rules, I didn't care about pack laws, and I certainly didn't care that she was a trained warrior. I rushed forward, my feet digging fiercely into the dirt as I lunged straight at her face. Every single cell in my body just wanted to fly at her, tear that disgusting, smug look right off her face, and stick my fingernails deep into her eyes. But before I could even cover half the distance, Ella’s arms suddenly wrapped tightly around my waist from behind. She threw her entire body weight backward, straining against my forward momentum as she forcefully dragged me away from the smiling bully. "Luna Fedora, please stop! Calm down!" Ella pleaded frantically, her voice trembling with panic as she struggled to hold me back. She leaned in close to my ear, her breathing shallow as her e
The sudden, violent impact sent a sharp jolt of pain radiating across my shoulders. I stumbled blindly forward, my feet tangling as the sheer force of the unexpected hit completely threw me off balance. My carefully styled hair whipped violently across my face, scattering in wild, messy strands over my eyes. Before my knees could buckle against the hard dirt, Ella’s hands shot out, gripping my arms with a tight, desperate strength. She pulled back hard, steadying my weight until I finally regained my footing. I didn't fall to the ground, but my heart was hammering wildly against my ribs. "Well, that was incredibly close," I breathed, my voice trembling slightly as I clung tightly to her shoulders for support. Once the dizziness cleared, I straightened my posture and began scanning the immediate area, my eyes moving sharply over the crowded field. Everywhere I looked, warriors and pack members seemed completely absorbed in their own worlds, laughing, stretching, or violently sparring
The warm, golden rays of the morning sun filtered brightly through the large glass windows, painting long streaks of light across the wooden floorboards. I slowly opened my eyelids, my head still throbbing with a slight dull ache from the heavy bourbon I had gulped down the night before. The gentle rustle of fabric and the quiet, hushed whispering of female voices had dragged me out of my deep sleep. I blinked a few times, adjusting my blurry vision, and saw two young pack maids moving quietly around the massive bedroom, dusting the shelves and tidying up the furniture with careful movements. I pushed myself up into a sitting position against the plush pillows, pulling the heavy blankets up to my chest. The sudden movement caught the attention of the nearest maid. She quickly froze in place, her eyes widening slightly as she lowered her head in a deep, respectful bow. "We are so incredibly sorry for waking you up from your rest, Luna," she murmured nervously, her fingers twisting the
The entire world seemed to freeze into absolute silence for a fraction of a second. The faint, sweet melody of the piano faded into the background as I slowly closed my eyes, completely giving in to the pull between us. My breathing grew shallow, and on pure instinct, I began tilting my head up, bringing my lips closer and closer to his waiting mouth. A frantic voice screamed inside my head, demanding to know why on earth I was doing this to myself, why I was letting my guard down for a man I barely knew. I didn't have a logical answer. I only knew that my body wanted his touch more than anything else in that moment, completely ignoring all my fears. Our lips were a mere millimeter apart, the heat between us completely suffocating, when Michael suddenly stiffened. A sharp look of realization flashed across his dark features, as if a cold bucket of water had just been thrown over his head. He pulled back slowly, jerking his chin away from my fingers as his expression hardened into an
A soft, helpless smile touched my lips, spreading across my face before I could even try to stop it. I didn't want to show him how much he was affecting me, but my body simply refused to listen to my brain. Moving like a woman under a spell, I slowly pushed my chair back, stood up from the lavish table, and placed my small hand directly into his large, open palm. The moment our skin met, a jolt of heat rushed up my arm. He pulled me close, his fingers tightening around mine as he suddenly guided me into a swift, graceful spin. A sharp, breathless gasp escaped my throat as the world blurred around me. I genuinely thought my feet were going to slip on the smooth floor and send me crashing down, but his powerful arm shot out instantly, catching me firmly by the waist. He leaned over, bending my body back slightly as he held me secure. My heart hammered against my ribs when he dipped me, his face hovering mere inches above mine, his warm breath fanning across my lips as if he were about t
I lowered my gaze to my plate, my fingers tightly gripping the silver fork as the painful memories rushed back. "When I went to the bathroom at the stadium, I ran straight into my sister," I murmured, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. I let out a bitter, breathless laugh that did nothing to hide the ache in my chest. "As it turns out, she completely hates my guts. She wants to exact her sweet revenge on me, even though she was the very same person who went behind my back and stole my boyfriend." Michael leaned back in his chair, a slow, dark smirk spreading across his handsome face as he absorbed my words. "Hmm," he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating with cold amusement. "What a truly lovely and supportive family you have." I rolled my eyes, a sarcastic smile touching my lips despite the tears prickling the corners of my eyes. "Yeah, I guess so," I replied, looking up to meet his intense gaze. "I really couldn't have asked for a better, more loving family than the one I got." As







