MasukThird Person's Pov. She tried to murder him countless times after that incident, but for every attempt he'd force her to watch as he killed more and soon she stopped but he never did. The circle continued, with Zorya unable to do anything about it, he massacred the entire village while she watched, then they moved to the next village. She was shocked for a year, then when she finally came out of her shell for a bit, letting the warm hearted villagers reach out to her, he came again, repeating the same actions while she watched. Then she swore never to speak to anyone again, but it never mattered he would still murder them and force her to watch. It soon became a routine — their routine, the pain blurred her, turning her young heart wrong, her conception of good and evil gradually changed. The pain faded with time, she still felt it but It was a dull distinct dud. By the time she turned 15 he forced her first kill on her and just like that he'd absorb them after she was done
Little Zorya “Last one to Grandpa's kitchen does the other chores” I yelled excitedly and rushed off with Kenny trailing behind me. “Hey, no fair, you had a head start.” He yelled back, but I could hear his steps as he ran trying to catch up. It's been two months since Grandpa Keith found me lying outside, they never liked to talk about father but he always called me to come back every 2-3 days, as if I was some project to study. At first I thought he was up to something shady, but then he'd just look me over, take some notes, nod and then I find myself right back out. Grandpa Keith didn't mind taking care of me, they taught me how to do some chores, having never worked my entire life it was a bit of a disaster but I got the hang of it. Right now Kenny and I had just finished running an errands for Grandpa and we were on the way back. I was rushing back because of an uneasy feeling I've had ever since we left the house, it was as if something was gnawing on my chest, urg
Flashback Little Zorya's Pov I watched with tears pooling at the corner of my eyes as Lord Az dragged me opposite the direction Zareal and mother went. My only consolation being his expected reaction when he finds out that he took the wrong one. My body shook the further we went, I could only imagine my fate in the nearest future. “You're too slow” he grumbled and before I knew it my body was above the floor, and on his arms. Instinctively I tried to get down, “No” my voice was a tiny squeal, like that of a kitten. He ignored me, taking large strides as he walked, more so like my little resistance was barely anything. After a while I stopped moving, my body relaxing into his, with my head on his neck I didn't realize when I dozed off. My eyes blinked open, I was in a room, it looked nothing like my luxurious room back at the palace. “What is this place?” I wondered aloud. “Your new home.” A cold voice replied. I shot up to find Lord AZ staring at me unblinkingl
“Happened, how?” she stared down at me. “like how did you survive? And more importantly it's been a year. What happened all these while?” She wondered. “I just woke up three weeks ago, Sage took me away, he's been taking care of me too.” “Sage?” I wondered. “Yes.” I gave her a look, “so are you guys like a thing now?” I wiggled my brow. Her cheeks turned into a pale shade of red, I was stunned, too stunned to speak. “Well, he's my mate.” She said shyly. “Mate huh, good thing he's cute and from the look of things he must have taken really good care of you,” I suggestively. She choked, coughing loudly, I barely controlled the laughter that threatened to slip through my lips, giving her the best innocent look I could muster. She shut me a glare, “Stop thinking about nonsense.” I blinked innocently, “So he didn't take care of you then?” “I didn't say that” she defended. “So, what exactly are you saying then?” I folded my arms underneath my breast, waiting for the
Aella I stumbled into the hall to see the soldiers and everyone gathered at a spot, they were surrounding something or rather someone. I walked slowly, heart pounding in my chest, throat drying, my feets dragged itself across the tile, like it couldn't believe what it was being insinuated. I caught that same flicker of silver once more and my eyes blurred, the pack members made way for me as I walked. The noise slowly quieted as they noticed my presence, and just as I got to the center, there she was, Ragnar on her arms looking every bit the obedient nephew and Elysia tugging at her sleeves probably wondering who this ridiculously striking figure that resembled his mother was. I choked down a sob, she finally noticed me. Her face cracked and then her expression softened, her lips tilted upwards, her eyes widening, she dropped Ragnar carefully and then stretched to face me. “Hi kiddo.” She opened her arms wide. I blinked twice to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but everything
“No.” Eros glared at me, “You're not one. Come on doll, just talk to me” he nestled closer to me. I inhaled his scent greedily, feeling my body calm at that woody scent I loved. “Promise you won't freak out.” I bit my lips. He rolled his eyes, “Have I ever?” “Fair point” I nodded. My voice was quiet but clearer than anything, his quiet breathing did nothing to affect it. I told him about it, all of it, my mind went back to the first time, “back then when I had the first nightmare of killing all my friends and family” my voice shook as I spoke. He squeezed my hand, encouraging me to go on, I took a deep breath, “I thought it was like a fluke or Ursa had done something to me, but the sisters are dead. They're gone, so what is going on? Who was that red haired man?” I finally broke down, “was I really a monster that massacred innocents? They were powerless against me” I choked back a sob. Sigh. “Stop crying love” his thumbs wiped my tears, his eyes glowing with ador







