Ava's POV
Running. I kept running. No, no, no. I can't stop! I can't let him get to me! He'll tear me apart if he gets to me. "Stop, bitch." I heard his roar coming from somewhere in the bush but I dare not stop knowing what I would go through if he catch up with me. My breath came in desperate, wheezing gasps. Each inhale felt like fire—my lungs straining, my chest aching. My bare legs burned with every stride, the skin raw and torn from thorn bushes and jagged rocks. The forest floor was merciless. Every step left a trail of pain and blood. He was going to smell it. Dammit. "Ava." I heard a distant voice but I didn’t stop, didn't even glance back.. I could already hear him closing in—branches snapping under his heavy steps, the low growl building in his throat. I wasn’t going to make it. He's going to smell me from afar. It was useless running. Still, I ran. The trees blurred around me. My vision tunneled, black creeping at the edges. My knees buckled, but I forced them forward. Just one more second. One more breath. Maybe if I could find a road, a river, a miracle... Something slammed into my back with the force of a wrecking ball. I was yanked off my feet and thrown onto the ground like a rag doll. The breath exploded from my lungs in a sharp cry as I landed hard on the forest floor. My body screamed—my ribs, my shoulder, my already bloodied legs. “No!” I tried to crawl, dirt caking my hands, tears blinding me. “Please don’t...” "Ava!" I heard the sharp voice, and I realised I was closing my eyes. I opened the eyes and was met with Karen's motherly gaze on me. No trees. No more claws but my room. I was in my room. "Are you okay? Why are you panting so much?" Karen asked gently, brushing damp strands of hair from my face. "I...I had a nightmare." I mumbled. "You'll be fine. It's just a dream." I nodded numbly, but it felt like a lie. It hadn’t been just a dream. It felt real. Too real. The fear was still crawling under my skin. "What happened? How come I'm here? I mean... I was outside..." My voice trailed off as I looked down and noticed I was wearing a clean gown. My old clothes were gone. "I was the one that dressed you," Karen explained as she stood. "You fainted. The doctor said you need rest. So don’t come to the kitchen for now, and make sure you use your medicine." I nodded again, more slowly this time. "But did the guards bring me back to the castle? Or did you save me? Or was it the Luna that..." A knock cut me off. Karen and I turned toward the door simultaneously. "Come in," she said. The door opened, revealing Soren, one of the Alpha's bodyguards. He bowed slightly. "Alpha Darien asked me to check if Ava is awake. He wants to see her." My stomach twisted. A heavy dread settled over my shoulders. No. Not again. I should’ve pretended to be asleep. I should’ve stayed quiet. Why did I talk? What if Luna Alina told him something? What if he was angry? Or...what if he actually wanted to check on my health? No. Don’t be stupid, Ava. That would never happen. He doesn’t care. He never has. "Why does he want her?" Karen asked. "I’m not allowed to disclose that," Soren replied coolly before turning to me. "Let’s go." I looked at Karen. She gave me a warm, reassuring gaze—as if to say it’s nothing. But I wasn’t so sure. I nodded and stood, legs weak, body aching. The forest still haunted my limbs with ghost pains. I followed Soren silently. We reached Alpha Darien’s room. Soren opened the door, and I swallowed hard, eyes closed. "He’s waiting," Soren murmured. I stepped inside, my heart beating so rapidly fast but he wasn't inside. Relief washed over me in a cold wave. I stood still, staring at the cold decor. The room was large, empty save for a bed, some shelves, and the ever-ominous glass door to the bathroom. I had seen him emerge from that door once. Naked. Smirking. The memory made my stomach churn. If I was another random girl who had met him like that in another place, maybe I would have fallen for it because he was beautiful, honestly... There was another door at the far corner of the room and i know it probably lead to either his closet or store or something. It's not like i care. The door opened and I quickly stand straight as he comes in, his gaze sweeping me. He strolled towards and I hold my breathe and the next thing that landed on my cheek was a hot slap. I gasped, the sting hotter than any slap I’d ever felt—even Alina’s. My skin burned as if set aflame. "I heard you’ve grown wings," he sneered. "Tell me why you’re still on your feet and not on your knees." I dropped to my knees instantly, trembling. "I’m so sorry." "Have you forgotten what I am to you?" he snarled. "No, I haven’t," I choked out. "Then say it. What am I to you?" "Master." "Say it again!" "Master," I whispered. "Now, tear off..." The door burst open and I raised up my head to see Thorne, Darien's Beta entered. "Pardon my manner, Alpha, but the deal is ready." His voice...they look so much like the person who had shouted, 'Don't you dare' but it definitely can't be him. Why would the Beta of all people save me? Except he wants to go against the Alpha which I'm sure he wouldn't wanna do. He might have pity on me but I'm sure he would definitely not want to go against his Lord. No. I must’ve imagined it. "Alright. Go sort it out," Darien snapped. "There’s an issue," Thorne replied evenly. Darien’s growl deepened. "What issue could possibly be that you—" "You have to see it yourself." Darien clenched his jaw, claws emerging slightly. "I’m in the middle of something..." He sighed. "Anyway, let’s go." He turned back to me. "Return to your room. I’ll call for you." "Yes, Master," I whispered. He left, and I stood, rubbing my burning cheek, terrified of what more could’ve happened if Thorne hadn’t intervened. Goddess...thank you. I made my way to the kitchen for ice. It was quiet—too quiet. I pressed the ice to my cheek and leaned over the counter, trying to calm my breath. Then, I heard voices. "So, what will happen to Lyra now?" Briane’s voice floated in. I turned sharply. "What do you mean, what will happen to Lyra?" The girls stopped in their tracks, shocked. Briane rushed to me. "Where were you? I looked everywhere for you!" "The Alpha sent for me. But what happened to Lyra?" My voice trembled. She looked over me. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you again?" "No, I’m fine. He left urgently. Tell me what’s going on. Stop keeping me in the dark." Briane hesitated, then finally said "Okay, the thing is...Nothing is wrong with Lyra but Mira is getting sold to another clan. Though we don't know what clan she's being sold to and Lyra is crying so much in her room but Karen..." I didn't hear the rest as I dropped the ice to only God knows where and dashed out of the kitchen. No. No. No. I bolted out of the kitchen. This can’t be happening. This can't be true! Mira, One of the closest friends I have here is getting sold. Not one of the only people I have left. Goddess, please...Not her!Thorne's POV She didn’t say anything, and for a terrifying second, I thought she was gone. But then I felt her pulse—slow but steady—and realized she was just sleeping. My shoulders sagged with relief, though it did little to quiet the guilt burning in my chest.I shouldn’t have saved her. I know that. If anyone had seen me, especially Darien—it would've been over. For her. For me.But the moment I saw her falling my wolf had lunged without hesitation. Just like last time. We couldn't stand by and watch her break, not again. Not when we could stop it.I sat at the edge of her bed, staring down at her. She looked so small, so fragile. Like a porcelain doll someone had tried to smash. I ran a trembling hand through my hair, jaw clenched tight.I want to protect her. Goddess help me, I want to throw everything away and shield her from every cruel thing in this fucked-up world.Damn Darien. Damn him for doing this to her—for making me complicit in her pain.I stood and locked her door, c
Ava's POV I entered into the room Lyra shared with Mira, Lyra was on the floor, her body curled inward, trembling as sobs wracked her small frame. Karen sat beside her, rubbing soothing circles into her back, whispering things I couldn’t hear.“Lyra…is it true?” I asked, my voice barely more than a breath.Lyra’s head snapped up. Her eyes were red-rimmed, swollen from crying, and filled with panic. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward me, her fingers clamping onto my hands so tightly it hurt.“Ava, can you do something? They’re taking Mira away from me.” Her voice cracked. “I don’t even know where they’re taking her to. Do something! I’ve never been away from my sister before. How will I survive? How will I survive in this cage they call a house? They should just kill me instead of taking my sister away from me!” She dropped to her knees with a gut-wrenching wail, pounding the floor with her fists.I stood there, frozen. My throat closed up as I watched her fall apart. I wante
Ava's POV Running. I kept running. No, no, no. I can't stop! I can't let him get to me! He'll tear me apart if he gets to me. "Stop, bitch." I heard his roar coming from somewhere in the bush but I dare not stop knowing what I would go through if he catch up with me. My breath came in desperate, wheezing gasps. Each inhale felt like fire—my lungs straining, my chest aching. My bare legs burned with every stride, the skin raw and torn from thorn bushes and jagged rocks. The forest floor was merciless. Every step left a trail of pain and blood. He was going to smell it. Dammit. "Ava." I heard a distant voice but I didn’t stop, didn't even glance back.. I could already hear him closing in—branches snapping under his heavy steps, the low growl building in his throat. I wasn’t going to make it. He's going to smell me from afar. It was useless running. Still, I ran. The trees blurred around me. My vision tunneled, black creeping at the edges. My knees buckled, but I f
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Thorne's POV "Don't you dare!" I growled as I watched one of the guards raised up his hand to hit her. Before I could say anything more, I realized Ava's body slipping toward the floor. I shifted into my wolf form and darted to her before she collapsed on the stone on the floor and shifted back into human as her head fell on my laps. Her skin—gods, her skin was ice-cold. Her lips were dry and cracked, cheeks smudged with dirt and blood, and her once-bright eyes were closed. My heart stopped, breath catching painfully in my throat. I clenched my jaw, holding back the roar rising in my throat. My fingers brushed the blood at her temple, sticky and fresh. Suffocating rage consumed me. I could hear it—my heartbeat thundering in my ears, faster than it ever had before. Who did this to her? Who the fuck let this happen? I wanted to tear them apart. Every last one of them who’d hurt her. Every single person who’d touched her, who’d laughed while she bled, who let her suffer—I wanted the
Ava's POV A WEEK LATER I was beyond happy as I watched the marriage ceremony of Alpha getting married. It felt like a dream when Briane and the other maids had said it days ago...I found it hard to believe because it felt too true to believe until Alpha Darien had announced himself that we should start preparing for the ceremony. That moment had almost knocked the wind out of me. I remember just staring at him, frozen in place, barely able to process his words. I was still healing from the last punishment—my back burned with every step—but the pain paled in comparison to the spark of hope that lit up in my chest. And he hadn’t sent for me since then, and I had really been grateful for that. I had thrown myself into the preparations willingly, doing more than was asked. And now, here I am. Standing at the edge of the courtyard, half-hidden behind the marble pillar of the archway, eyes fixed on the sight in front of me. He’s standing beside her...His bride. Her name is Alina. I