Selene's POV.It had been seven days since that whole ridiculous public spectacle, and honestly, I hadn’t seen Killian since then.I was still in my chambers apparently, the Alpha had granted me ten days of leave, and that meant I still had about three more days left before returning to duty.And I won’t lie… it felt good.No tedious work, barked orders, fake smiles.I was fed twice a day, nothing fancy, but it was enough. I’d gone to see Dr. Javier a few times to get checked, and Carmen had stopped by now and then to check up on me.I was actually beginning to enjoy the silence, even if it got a bit too quiet sometimes.But just as I was letting myself breathe, my door opened with its usual annoying creak.I groaned.Madam Lola stepped in, that same half grumpy, half annoyed expression on her face.Was the Alpha changing his mind about the leave? Was I going to be summoned back into duties already?But then Madam Lola spoke.“The Alpha is outside,” she said stiffly. “He has called fo
Killian's POV.I sat there, tea growing cold in my hand, while Ronan talked about something I wasn’t even listening to. My mind… was somewhere else. Somewhere it had been stuck for the past seven damn days.I hadn’t seen her since that morning, since the day she stormed into the middle of my execution with blazing eyes, a firm voice and spine straight. She yelled at me in front of everyone.And the insane part?She was right.The words she said, hadn’t left my head since. ‘You don't even treat me like a human being... so why would they?’ Damn. She’d said that. And it pierced deeper than a dagger ever could.The one person who could look me in the eye and call me out. The only person I’d ever let live after yelling at me like that.Maybe it was the bond. That cursed, magnetic, undeniable pull between us. The mating bond neither of us talked about. The one we both tried to ignore. Was it really my fault?Had I been the reason those guards felt like they could tie her up like a crim
Lovena's POV:It’s been seven days since they dragged me down here like some street rat and threw me into this filthy dungeon.Seven miserable days.No warm baths, no perfumes, no gowns, no silks, no oils. Nothing but dirt, spiderwebs, and my own fury to keep me company. My nails are chipped. My hair, my beautiful, platinum hair is tangled beyond saving. I’m dressed like a criminal in this itchy prisoner’s cloth, and there’s mold on the wall. Eww mold.I hugged my knees, rocking slightly. If I don’t get out of here soon, I might actually lose my mind.No… no, I won’t. I won’t let this break me.But Selene? She’s dead. The moment I walk out of here, I swear on everything I own, Selene is going to pay. That witch has ruined everything. Ever since she showed up, acting all quiet and pathetic, everything started falling apart. I had it good. I was on top. Then she came and flipped the whole table like she had any right.One of the dumb guards, with an even dumber beard told me days ago
Selene's POV.Carmen gripped my hand tighter, pulling me out of the room. She held my hand, not my wrist thankfully, because I was still sore all over. Was Killian really going to behead those guards because of me?Or was it pride.We rushed outside, and my brows furrowed the moment we reached the field. There was a crowd. A thick, buzzing crowd of onlookers, murmuring and straining to see something happening at the center. My chest tightened as Carmen dragged me through the people. I heard bits of whispers.“…betrayed the Alpha…”“…he’s really going to do it…”And then I saw Killian. His broad back was facing me, he had a sword in his hand, standing like a god about to strike down his enemies. Three guards were kneeling before him, bound and pitiful, with their heads bowed low. One of them was crying and begging.His voice cracking so loudly it pierced through the silence.Then suddenly, a pregnant woman ran out from the crowd. Her dark hair was messy and her face tear-stained.
Lucian's POV.After Lucas had gone, I left Evelyn behind with that warm smile still on her face, her hands gently holding the edge of the teacup.She was still sipping the tea like nothing had just gone wrong, like Lucas hadn’t just seen her.She had no idea about the chaos going on around her.I forced the door shut quietly behind me and walked deeper into the mansion.My steps echoed down the long marble hallway, each one heavier than the last.I turned at the far end then pushed open a discreet wooden door, and descended the spiral stone stairs into the underground.The air shifted, it was cold down here, colder than above. It was damp and musty. The kind of chill that clung to your bones and whispered truths no one wanted to hear.The further I went, the darker it became, and the only sounds were the creaks of the old steps and the distant groans of the imprisoned could be heard.By the time I reached the bottom, torches dimly lit the stone corridor. Metal bars lined the right sid
Lucas' POV.I raised an eyebrow. “Sherlock?”Levi gave a slow nod. “Yes. He’s dead.”I went still.For a moment, there was only silence.Then I leaned back in my chair, my eyes narrowing. “Lucian killed him?”“Yes, my Lord,” Levi said. “Slashed his head clean off.”Tch. Typical Lucian.That immortal bastard had the patience of a burning fuse. It wouldn’t take much to set him off. The moment anyone made him feel small, he exploded like a child denied a toy.I let out a slow breath. “What a waste. That wizard might’ve been useful.”Levi remained silent, waiting for instruction.Sherlock was never mine to begin with. Just a gift, a trap even. something to toss at Lucian so he wouldn’t question my loyalty. I knew Lucian would kill him eventually. That’s what monsters do.But even monsters get predictable.And predictable monsters?They fall.I looked at Levi and gave a slow, calculating smile. “No matter. We’re done handing out sacrifices. From now on, we pull strings behind the scenes.”