_THIRD PERSON'S POV_ Cane stepped into Ethel's room after instructing the guards guarding the door to get lost, he closed the door slowly trying not to wake Ethel up. Once the door was locked, he walked over to the edge of the bed staring at Ethel as she lay on the bed, asleep. He circles the bed and sits next to her on the bed noticing a white residue on the knife mark on her face, someone must have come to clean her up. Ophelia he suspected, was known for using her herbs to heal injuries like this. He leaned in looking at it closely wondering if it would leave a scar. His eyes suddenly glow brightly at the thought of her having a scar on her face once it heals, he stretches his hand to her face tucking a strand of hair and blocking her eyes behind her ears. "I wanted to keep him longer for you to see him while I rip off his eyes from his face," Cane chuckled, his eyes darkening as the memory of him stabbing the man's eyes came to his mind. He couldn't deny that he found it sat
AMELIAI gasp bringing my hand to cover my mouth as I listen to Cane giving orders to Ethel to kill his father. What? Why would he want her to do that? Of all the people who can help him execute that perfectly without a single trace, he is choosing a maid.A deaf one at that, no offense to Ethel but she will get killed. Or is that his plan? To set her up? She is probably just a pawn in his twisted games. Atlas grits his teeth, "I knew he was up to no good.""If he is planning to kill his father, we need to inform his father right?""I want you to go and check on Ethel," Atlas orders removing the earbud he had placed in my ear, so I could listen in as well.My eyes widen at his request, "W-What? You just heard what he said and you want me to go in there.""You are the Luna, you are there to check on your maid," Atlas raises an eyebrow giving me an excuse to use."What if he suspects that I have been listening in on their conversation?" "He doesn't care, he is aware that I am watching
AMELIAMy eyes widen, and a gasp escapes my lips as surprise etch itself across my face. Her confession leaves me speechless, as I stare at her. "What?""I can hear, I have been pretending all along," she admits her voice shaking. My heart stops for a moment as Ethel's words sink in. She can hear? She's not deaf? How is that possible? And why would she keep it a secret?"I...I don't understand," I stammer, my mind racing trying to process this new information. "Why did you pretend to be deaf?"Ethel lets out a choked sigh, her voice barely audible. "It's complicated, Luna. But I had my reasons. I didn't want anyone to know."I reach out and gently wipe away her tears, feeling a mix of confusion and concern. "Please, Ethel. Tell me the truth. I want to help you.""Does Atlas know about this?" I continue speaking my mind foggy with the new piece of information and forgetting that she just told me not to tell anyone. "Is that what he is threatening you with?" I ask.'Let her be for no
AMELIAHe places his hand on the bathtub resting his back properly on both sides of the tub, "And why will I need to spy on you, wildcat?" He asks.He leans his head backward looking at the ceiling as I bite my bottom lips staring at his chiseled jawline, his plum lips, and the way his neck moves as he swallows in. "Except you are hiding something from me," he says. He tilts his head downward touching my chin. He suddenly leans closer, my breath heightens at how close his face is to mine. His nose nearly touches mine, while his eyes remain on mine boring deep into my soul like he is searching for something. I swallow at the intense gaze. "Are you hiding something from me, Amelia?" He finally asks. I take a deep breath, feeling his warm breath on my lips. "No, Atlas," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "I'm not hiding anything."His hand falls from my chin as he leans back, studying my face intently. I can sense his uncertainty, the hesitation in his eyes. It's as if he wants to
AMELIAHe pulls me closer to him, his hand holding my waist with care. He lowers his head resting it on my shoulder, I feel his warm breath on my neck while he speaks, "It isn't new for the moon goddess to bless one with a mate who is not a werewolf. Not common but not new."I lean my head backward into his touch, my face still etched with confusion trying to understand the current situation better. "I have heard stories of people being mates to humans but a witch? Are you sure he is her mate?" He raises his head slowly from my shoulder and lets go of me, "I am certain, I wasn't at first but after how he acted I am. If she is not his mate then he is in love with her."A chuckle escapes my lips before I can stop it. In love? Cane in love? It isn't possible that such a vile man will be in love with anybody but himself. Much less a maid who is a witch. Atlas turns me around, his hand on my shoulder. I look up to meet his gaze, "Why? Do you think it is impossible? Because it isn't. A ma
ATLASI awake to the gentle rays of morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my gaze fell upon the peaceful figure of Amelia, still lost in dreams.She lay there, her tousled hair cascading across the pillow, her delicate face flush as my lips curled up into a smile. It amazes me how her presence can evoke such strong emotions within me, even in the simplest of moments. I find myself mesmerized by the rise and fall of her chest, her nipples revealing themselves halfway underneath the duvet and her lips parting slightly with each breath.Unable to tear my eyes away, my hands reach out to touch her face caressing it softly. I reach for the strand of her blocking me from seeing her beautiful face and tuck it behind her ear. Her head suddenly moves to the side and my hands stiffen, wondering if she is waking up but she turns on her stomach adjusting her hands, and drifting deeper in sleep. Realizing that I mig
ATLASEnzo continues, "The Coven of Crescent Moon is a highly secretive and powerful group of witches. They are known for their exceptional abilities in elemental magic and divination. They keep a low profile and rarely interact with other supernatural beings."My brows furrow in confusion. "Why would he be associated with Amelia?" I question, trying to connect the dots.The Midnight Crescent pack hates witches, Amelia will not have been opportune to mingle with one. I look at the picture of the man on the phone, I don't recognize him. I lean back into my chair and stare at Enzo as his lips curl into a frown."According to my sources, Griffin had been assigned to protect Amelia since she was a child. It seems that her family has long-standing ties to the coven, and they believed she would play a crucial role in some upcoming events." He pauses, studying my reaction.I lean forward in my chair, feeling both intrigued and concerned. "Upcoming events? What events are they referring to?"
AMELIAI wake up panting and gasping for breath, my hand clinging to my beating chest while my eyes scan the room, fear etched on my face. I had a dream like I always do every night but this time I wasn't running away or trying to save him. I was in a building and we were having a conversation and then he said I was his now that I have come of age.He leaned forward and was about to kiss me when I woke up frightened by the idea of cheating on Atlas in my dream. I look down at my trembling hand pulling the duvet to cover my nakedness, why did the dream feel so real this time? Why can I still feel his touch on my hands?I inhale and exhale deeply trying to control my beating heart, my eyes fall to my side realizing Atlas has left already. I run my fingers through my hair feeling a bead of sweat forming on my forehead despite the cold, "What is wrong with me?" I mutter to myself. 'You should tell Atlas,' Lycia's voice comes into my head. 'He deserves to know what is going on with you