LOGINMireya’s POV My gaze bounces between Alpha Dante’s wolf whose slowly walking towards Azrael and towards Azrael who was about to flick his finger. Before Azrael could use his black magic, I run towards him and grabbed his hand. I know I was frail and weak but I placed myself in front and faced Alpha Dante. He stopped from walking. His blazing red eyes pierced through me. “Move,” Azrael whispered but I ignored him. Instead, I held his wrist tightly to stop him from exposing that he was a son of a priestess. This asshole doesn’t think about the consequences of his actions. I must stop him before he could even expose he was practicing black magic. Completely aware that I am no match to Alpha Dante, I slowly kneel on the ground. I heard some gasps from the crowd. Some of them murmured but I ignored them and focused all my attention on Alpha Dante. His head tilted as he stared at me but his gaze was still piercing. “Spare our reckless behavior, Alpha Dante. We were foolish to int
Mireya’s POVDays had passed but what happened at the Royal Banquet was still the talk of the town. Thankfully those who live outside the palace weren’t aware that I was the woman Alpha Caius had knelt on. “You grew quite famous. I wonder what they’ll do if I told them that the woman they are gossiping about was you—“ I glared at Azrael. “Do that and I will tell the king that you practiced black magic,” Instead of being threatened, Azrael just flashed an annoying smile. “And the whole world will know you’re reborn,” I curled my palm and exhaled sharply. This man won’t really let himself lose in an argument. If I threatened him he would threaten me back. I hope he can use those skills of his in gaining an ally. “Just shut up and focus on our plan, Azrael,” I don’t want to be around him so I walked faster. I was even half-running but Azrael effortlessly caught up. He was walking calmly, his hands inside his pocket while I was sweating just to get away from him. I rolled
Mireya’s POV “Caius!” King Victor’s voice roared. I remain frozen in place, staring at Caius who was kneeling in front of me. Is this a dream? I have never once pictured Caius’ kneeling and begging in front of me. It was far from impossible but it’s happening now. “What is wrong with Alpha Caius?” “Why is he kneeling in front of that woman?” “Guards!” King Victor shouted again. Two Royal Guards went to Caius. They tried to hold him but Caius gave them one glare and they immediately took a step back. “Caius what is wrong with you?” Blaire tried to hold him too, only to be pushed away. How did he remember? Why is he aware of the tragic fate I was desperate to alter? Just when I was about to seek an answer from Azrael, Caius grabbed my hand and looked at me pleadingly. Gone was the furious alpha who was shooting daggers at anyone who tried to touch him. “Mireya please,” No. I shouldn’t be swayed. I begged him too but he just left our child and me like we meant no
Mireya’s POV I don’t care anymore. I don’t care about the plans that were forming inside my head. I don’t care about the death that awaits if I end Blaire and Caius right at this very aisle. I don’t care about the torture that I will receive. I don’t care about the probability if I’ll succeed on killing them or not. All I know is I want to end them, right at this very moment. “What is she doing?” “Is she out of her mind?” I can hear their murmurs. I can feel their curious gazes directed upon me but all I care about is inching the distance between the devils I wanted to end. Five more steps and I can grab their necks. Blaire and Caius looked at me filled with confusion. One more step. Just when I was about to grab Blaire and Caius’ necks, Azrael’s voice enveloped my ear. “Bow down,” My whole body froze. I can feel my neck slowly bending until I see the aisle I am walking on. I am bowing to the demons I wanted to kill. “Don’t be stupid, Mireya,” I felt m
Mireya’s POV I can feel cold sweat coming out of my palm. I should pull myself together. I have faced the Royal Council countless times before. This shouldn’t be new to me but I can’t help but feel nervous. “Fake it till you make it, Mireya,” I whispered to myself. “Fake it till you make it,” “Are you nervous?” My head snapped at Azrael. He was flashing a smug smile as if none of this bothered him at all. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and shook my head. “No,” I confidently responded. “Why would I be nervous? I faced the Royal Council countless times before. Gatherings aren’t new to me,” His gaze lingered. I saw how his lips stretched as his smile widened. What now? He thinks I’m lying? Well, I am but he wouldn’t know it. My brows furrowed when Azrael offered his arm. I stared at it completely clueless about what he wanted. “Take my arm,” he said. “I know you’re nervous Mireya. You don’t have to pretend in front of me,” When I didn’t move, he
Mireya’s POV“This is itchy, Mireya,” I watched as Azrael scratched his nape and his arm as he wore the royal robe made by Cecilla, the well-known dressmaker in town. We don’t have enough time so I just made Azrael wear the most decent royal robe that suits him. “Do I really have to wear this?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Why? Do you want to show up at the Royal Banquet wearing rags?” He let out a soft chuckle. He started walking toward me, the cloak he was wearing danced with the wind making him look…majestic. He really has royal blood. Maybe he's right, he doesn’t need royal clothing to prove that he is King Victor’s son but he still needs to make himself presentable if he really wants to be a threat to Caius. I cleared my throat and looked at him like I wasn’t swayed. “If you want to gain respect then you have to present yourself as a dignified man. That’s one thing you should remember if you’re serious about our plan,” “And you?” he asked. “A dignified man like me s







