EMILY'S POV “Please don't do this, please. I didn't do anything to you please stop please.” I begged, tears flowing freely out of my eyes but she was completely deaf to my pleas, scooping up more sand and pouring into the hole, I struggled to my feet attempting to run to one or the ends of the whole and climb out but each time I tried, she rushed to me and hit my hand. Eventually, I got too sore to even lift them. My legs are too weak to carry me. The sand was filling the hole and she was laughing maniacally at me. All I could do was cry.I looked up at the moon's goodness and I prayed silently. “Please Lucien help me. Lucien… Tristan.” Was the last name that left my mouth before the sand covered my head.I was suffocating. I was sure I was going to die. I hoped Lucien would take care of the children and I still wanted to say something to Tristan. I almost went cold when someone grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the sand.I felt my body jerk out and fall into someone's arm
LUCIEN'S POV “Tristan, I am only being patient with you because we have a history together. And am only letting you go because you have been loyal. However, You coveted my wife and that is not something I find funny at all. Whether I am nonchalant about the affairs of my family or not, is none of your business, Tristan. For the sake of friendship, you are suspended from your duties as a chief of my guard. Until I say so, you can not return.” I gulped down the lump in my throat. The expressionless gaze he kept on the kneeling Tristan was chilling my bones and slowly bringing me to understand that I was being selfish. Trying to keep two men under my wings; one I loved and the other that I was sexually attracted to. I knew then that Lucien was the one I lived with but I had never been tenderly touched the way Tristan had touched me. I should have just stayed with Lucien inside gently instead of following that disguised maid outside. I felt a sore feeling in my stomach, a fe
LUCIEN'S POV I walked up to my throne and sat down, rubbing the sore on my mouth. Emily bit down so hard last night that it left a wound. What a naughty girl!Well, at least she wasn't running away from me anymore and the boys are becoming harder to control. I was not this big of a headache when I was growing up.While I was lost in my thoughts, General Thorson stepped into the room and his heavy footsteps brought me back to reality. I looked up to him as he bowed before me. “I had everything ready, my king. Soldiers stationed In all streets to make sure nothing happens.” He reported.“Alright.” I stood up immediately and the two of us headed outside. Today, I decided to go on an inspection around the capital city. A strange rumor had been in the air for a while and I wanted to see for myself, the man who was boldly spreading them. Tristan was still suspended and so I was going with the general. We had disguised ourselves in ordinary clothes and left the palace through the
LUCIEN'S POV “What?! What are you doing? What are you trying to do?” Nathaniel yelled at Thorson and his men as they lifted him to take him into an inner room in the uncompleted building, to carry out the instruction I gave.He screamed louder and louder, demanding to know why I was doing this. That he could help me take down the useless king if that's what I want. He still taught me to be someone else.I raised a hand, halting the boys. They put the screaming man down, I walked to him and stood in front of him.“You have a lot of information, Mr Nathaniel and that is why you have to die.” His eyes grew wide.“But what did I ever do to you? I have only spoken of that king and nothing about you,” he retired. “You have said a lot of things about me man, especially since I am the useless king you keep talking about.” His eyes grew wide. I took off the mask over my mouth and he saw it for himself. I expected him to reach to his knees and beg for forgiveness for what he did but
NATHANIEL'S POV They jerked my body off the cart and it fell into the hole. I was still breathing but barely clinging to life. But it wasn't the Wounds and the pain that hurt me but the fact that I had been, just like my family, killed by a man who was no pure-blooded Werewolf. I heard the soldiers say a few things mockingly, and then they spat on my slightly open eyes and walked away. I lay there, awaiting my death but then I began to hear her talking again, it’s coming closer and I could sense the power approaching even though I was dying. The wolf stopped beside the hole I was thrown into and I heard him say to someone to bring me out of the hole. Soon, I felt my body moving and falling on firm shoulders. They brought me out of the hole and continued. I was losing consciousness, the last thing I could remember was some saying.“Fix him. We need him to…” and the husky masculine voice fell into the dark. …… My eyes opened slowly. I turned to the side and immediately, a
NATHANIEL'S POV “We are under attack. We are under attack!” Malcolm's voice blazes like a horn, it grows louder hitting the atmosphere and everyone dreads out of their tents, positioning themselves immediately. It's part of their rules that whatever you're doing and you hear the master voice like that, you must leave whatever you're doing and spring to action. Everyone already knows their roles and where to station. They were battle-ready. I quickly took my trousers from the floor and pulled them up.“What's going on?” I asked her“That foolish King must have sent his men here… he is courting death, our lord Malcolm never loses”. She looked at me, her face full of hate.She burnt some stuff out of a silver diagram and gave it to me.“You are wounded, you can't fight plus you need to stay alive, so stay here and protect yourself. I have to go out and help others”. She moved closer to me, her nose almost touching mine, she cracked into a mysterious smile, and at the sam
NATHANIEL POVWe moved further into the forest but from behind me, I could perceive the smile of dying wolves blazing filled my nose, I could not shake It off ... everything just felt like it was repeating itself like the nights my family was massacred. It seemed so much like it was happening again although I was moving forward, with Nadia trees cutting my flesh and ripping my trousers and the bandages over my chest.Fear still found its way on my skin, like cold chills, my legs getting weaker slowly as the flashback filled my mind, I could remember the sounds behind me that day, how they faded and all I could hear was little wolves weeping and my mother shouting at me to run for my life.The trauma kicked in and I clenched my fist, my heart beating fast, tears building up in my eyes, my pace slowed and Nadia too was too weak. We were carried away with our peculiar situation at the moment and this gave the enemy a chance, a gray wolf appeared from nowhere behind us and I didn't noti
EMILY'S POV I put the boys to sleep and I went out of the room, locking the door with a key then I went into our room. He was there, in his nightwear, lying on the bed, awake and thinking. He didn't even hear me come in. Then I shut the door and the sound drew his attention. He sat up, allowing me to climb into the bed and his arms.“You are so distracted lately. Have things gotten so bad?” I asked him, with a soft tone.“You don't have to worry. Just focus on yourself and the children.” He tried to wave the topic.“I am, which is why I am asking. I have eaten, you have not, which is unlike you, and you know what I heard everything. I heard the councilmen talking about rogue wolves outside the city. Then I saw Thorson mobilizing men. Later I saw him return with many wounded men and wolves in caves. What is going on?” I gave him a serious stare.“I told you it's nothing” I rose from the bed, pulling out of his embrace.“I saw Tristan come in, maybe I should ask him.” He glares