RYLAN'S POV I woke up with a start, my fingers quickly splaying to the other side of the bed to grab Neilla before she left the room but my haze cleared when my hands met with air. I realized it had only been a dream; one where she made a decision to leave the pack for good. I sighed deeply as my fingers raked through my hair and swept down my face, replaying images from the night of the mate rituals after she'd tried to renounce me."And you left her with no response yet you're mated now to some bitch who reeks of ulterior motives." His voice filled my head. My monster. I was not expecting his presence. Speaking matter of facts, he only offered his two cents whenever I was in danger too steep to walk out of with human strength. After that, he made his retreat into his space."You finally decided to call." I murmured, still in the process of blinking the sleep out of my eyes. He didn't respond again and I wasn't surprised. He was in the best of moods. Again, my fault.I swung my le
RYLAN'S POVThe overzealous werewolf whose name I found out was Lonnie, ushered us into an actual throne room judging by the intricacy of the designs I was seeing. A large portrait hung directly behind the chair at the center head of the table. Their Alpha sure was a wolf with eyes for materialistic conveniences.I wasn't. However, that wasn't my purpose here. Right after I and Zadik placed ourselves at the table, the door opened and some guards marched out in a neat file, stopped and paved a way in the middle for a stubby male to walk through. He was indeed a stark contrast to the valiant man who was poised in the portrait.For a name such as his, he did not match the requirements but as they say 'do not judge a book by its cover'. I was here to learn and not make assertions based on how he looked. "Alpha Zenox?" Vlad asked as he approached the table with his beady grey eyes never leaving my face. "That would be my late father." A brief look of sadness crossed his eyes as I cleare
Side note: It's a somewhat lengthy chapter but some loopholes just gotta be filled. This basically entails a little exposition. Enjoy...***NEILLA'S POV It was the feather like brushes of caress on my face that pulled me back from my troubled slumber, bringing with it the despondency I sought to escape from. I blinked my eyes open, my gaze falling on Mana Sylveon and Mirald at the edge and side of my bed. I went back to remaining completely transfixed once more to the ceiling, my energy sapped. What else could render useless your reason to existence than the feeling of powerlessness and despair?"Leave us, child." Mana Sylveon voiced out in a croaky tune as she broke the spell of silence hovering in the room like a ticking time bomb. Briefly, I chanced a foggy look at her just in time to catch Mirald get up from her seat with a silent sigh mirrored in the slow rise and drop of her shoulders. She parted her lips to say something then perhaps thinking otherwise about it, she tight
RYLAN'S POV"That was a hearty meal, Alpha Vlad, thank you for your hospitality." I voiced my appreciation, wiping my lips with an embroidered napkin folded neatly next to me. Vlad grinned, nodding as he slurped the last of his noodles soup from his golden bowl. Spending a few hours in the werewolf's presence had me recognize that he wasn't a simple deal. Everything about him exuded elegance, power and everything else in between. Engaging as he was, the fear he had instilled into his subjects reflected in their eyes as they worked briskly around us, putting things in order. Except for the disgusting fact that the sleazy male used every chance to grope the buttocks of each maid that got close to him, I was impressed with how he handled the kingdom."He's been Alpha for centuries. You're a budding Alpha. That's the difference between you both." My monster drawled unimpressed. He obviously did not admire the Alpha.Zadik on the other hand barely touched his meal throughout. At the mome
RYLAN'S POV I pushed away from the shelves, walking briskly over to the desk situated in the middle of the room. On top of it was an endless pile of old books and I was starting to hope they weren't as useless as the others. My fingers quickly thumbed through the hard covers in search for the one that matched Vlad's description; dirty brown and worn out.As I looked around, I realized almost all the books were the same. Dirty and worn out on all four corners. It was almost an impossible search.The entire collection of books had me on second thoughts. How long had the pack been around for? How come was I not informed of a pack like this?There ought to have been a reason why my father never talked much about them. A reason he probably must have died with.That little reasoning sparked my interest to go through more books to get what I came looking for. If I could find the book, I could get answers to the plague and not just that, I could uncover other things. Certain things were feeli
NEILLA'S POV"Mother!" I screamed, frantically trying to shake her awake. She couldn't leave when I needed her the most. Not when I had no one else to lean on for support, not when everything I thought I had was slipping out of my fingers. Fate was playing a cruel game, dealing a crippling blow right in the spot where it would sting the most.The door burst open and Mirald stumbled in, skidding to a stop when her eyes fell upon Mana Sylveon lying on the bed with her eyelids open as well as the frozen smile on her lips. While I returned to trying to revive her, Mirald offered no help."Don't just stand there, Mirald. Get help. Call Matteo if you have to. I'm losing her. Please..." I cried out in a hysteric voice, fingers trembling and my heart working overtime to keep up with the various emotions coursing through me.Her shuddering sigh filled the room. "I'm sorry, Neilla. There's nothing that can be done now. Mana Sylveon already mentioned that she was going to pass away sooner than
NEILLA'S POV"You're going to leave me?" Matteo asked, disbelief coating his bright blue eyes an extra shade darker. He was also angry and I understood his point of view. It would hurt like betrayal if I was in his shoes. "How long have you been planning this? How long did you intend to keep it away from me?" He quizzed again, anger flashing across his hardened structure. His eyebrows which used to be perfectly arched but now had a busy appearance, furrowed deeply. I let go of Mirald so I could manage my way over to him. "It's not what you think it is, Matteo. Hear me out, will you?"His jaw flexed. He was enraged but calm enough to nod his agreement for me to go on.I glanced up at him. From my advantaged angle, I could see the weeks old beard on his jawline. "Look at me. Look at the things that have been happening to me. First, I get pregnant by that jerk I got paired with for a mate, next I lose one of my pups, right after it's flushed out of me, Mana Sylveon passed away--""So q
NEILLA'S POV The crisp night air bit into my skin, sending icy chills down my arms and spine as I moved quickly among the trees in the woods. So far, I'd manged to dodge a few werewolves along the way, having masked my scent with a strange liquid I'd gotten from Mana Sylveon's old room. I'd seen her use it a couple times.The sound of dried leaves crunching underneath my boots was the only proof of life, everywhere else was dead silent. Occasionally, a call and response chorus would ensue between ravens overhead. Shadows of tress fell in horizontal lines on the ground, an effect of the rising moon from the west of the area I was. Every now and then, my heart would pick up in rhythm to match my breathing pattern; in and out, in and out. Other times, it would begin a fit of slamming furiously as though it could perceive danger looming. Now was one of those times. My swift movements slowed down to a jog before coming to a final stop, peeking out from behind a large tree which served a